The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 283 Qin Wang Zheng? Qin Wang Cheng Jiao! Double standard dog, Ying Yingying
Zhao Yi didn't dare to answer casually. His Adam's apple rolled slightly and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the bronze wine jar.

Prince Chengjiao, Lord Chang'an, Prime Minister of the Five Kingdoms, and Yingzi.

After being held hostage by Qin, the boy's name, which he rarely saw, kept drilling into his brain through his ears. Even if he poked both ears, the name would drill into his brain through his eyes in the form of words.

Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng, who was not only the pillar of Zhao but also the most respected elder, died in his mouth.

Mao Sui, a righteous man whose three-inch tongue could defeat a million soldiers, was killed because of this.

Such behavior should undoubtedly be attributed to a powerful enemy.

However, he risked his life to go on a diplomatic mission to Yan State on behalf of Zhao State and captured five large cities.

Although the most important reason why these five big cities were returned to Zhao was that the veteran general Lian Po defeated 600,000 troops with 130,000 troops, fighting a legendary battle that was not inferior to Bai Qi's Battle of Changping.

But Marquis Chunping had to appreciate Master Chengjiao's kindness and passion.

With 600,000 troops from Yan approaching, many so-called loyal ministers of Zhao State were secretly colluding with the State of Zhao. However, the distinguished Prince Cheng Jiao of Qin was willing to serve as Zhao's envoy to uphold justice.

Zhao Yi, who assisted his great-grandfather Zhao Sheng in governing the country, was known as a false prime minister. He had never had such complicated feelings towards a person, a mixture of love and hate.

Zhao Yi and several of his advisers discussed Prince Chengjiao many times, and he even wrote a letter to Zhao to inquire about his respected teacher Lou Chang.

Lou Chang, the senior minister of Zhao who had monitored and eavesdropped on Prince Chengjiao, replied with eight words:
【A man is more worthy of his name, a young gentleman. 】

The man said he was a child prodigy, and Zhao Yi believed it very much at this moment.

What made him climb the mountains and hills was not only the words "You want to go home too" said by Master Chengjiao, but more importantly, it was his aching wrist, the swollen head of Prince Dan of Yan, and the white horse that he dared not hide or speak.

It’s not difficult to see through his psychology. Which proton doesn’t want to go home?
But he was able to see through her disguise on the first meeting, and he dared to test her and finally found out. Zhao Yi was very surprised.

His pale face and dark eyes are not made up, but the real him.

While held hostage in Qin, he indulged in sensual pleasures and was the patron of all the bigwigs in Xianyang. All the bigwigs under the names of the six major chambers of commerce treated him as a guest of honor.

The fake play had become so real that Zhao Yi really didn't know how else to disguise himself to deceive Ying Chengjiao.

Do I have to die to avoid suspicion?
Being able to suppress the princes of other countries externally and the legitimate sons of aristocratic families internally is the appearance of a monarch.

[As Lou Shangqing said, he is indeed better than his name, but a gentleman...] Zhao Yi shook his head slightly in his heart: [Is there a gentleman in the world who would usurp the throne?]
He lowered his eyes and stared at the cloud-thunder pattern engraved on the table, and his fingertips repeatedly traced the patterns of the bronze Taotie.

A gentleman will never become a good king. This is no longer the era of the benevolent and righteous overlord Duke Xiang of Song four hundred years ago.

He felt sad, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The smile disappeared before it reached his eyes, like a candle extinguished by the night wind.

He wanted to return to Zhao.

He had hinted at almost all the powerful forces in Qin, including Prime Minister Lu Buwei, Meng Xibai, the three old Qin families, and King Zheng of Qin.

But he, Prince Yi of Zhao, could become the guest of honor of all the high-ranking officials of the Qin State. At banquets, he was either the most honorable seat on the right or the second most honorable seat on the left. But he just couldn't go back to the Zhao State.

This time, he came to the Bai family to help Bai Ma, also hoping that the Bai family would appreciate his kindness and make an effort to pave a way back to Zhao with the body of Master Chengjiao.

After discovering that the eldest son of the Bai family was far inferior to Young Master Chengjiao, Zhao Yi placed his hopes of returning to Zhao on Young Master Chengjiao.

Now it seems that they were all delusions.

How could Prince Qin, who had the appearance of a king and saw through his heart, let him go back?

Hope is shattered, so there is no desire.

No desire, therefore no fear.

He straightened his back and overturned the mountains and peaks!

The unintentional bitter smile turned into a smile of relief, and he said with a carefree face:
"Yes, Yi has had this idea for a long time! Exactly!"

All distracting thoughts in Bai Ma and Prince Dan of Yan's mind disappeared, and they both turned their heads away in surprise.

The two of them were not surprised by Zhao Yi's words, as they had already known the truth.

Bai Ma received guidance from his father and grandfather.

Prince Dan of Yan was in the same situation as Zhao Yi and judged others by himself.

What surprised them was how Zhao Yi could speak out his true thoughts directly?

If you don't say it, there is still hope of leaving.

If I say it out loud, where is the hope?

Zhao Yi, who was completely desperate, sensed the gazes of the two people, looked at them one by one, and chuckled.

The laughter echoed in the empty hall, and together with the rustling sound of the skinny waiter wiping the floor with the sackcloth in his hand, it formed an unknown song.

The Zhao hostage pointed at Qin's most noble son Cheng Jiao in a very rude manner and said casually:

"If I don't tell him, won't he be able to see it?"

Look at Ying Chengjiao and treat them equally:
"If I don't tell you, will you let me go back to Zhao?
"It is easy to bully others but difficult to bully yourself. Zhao Yi will never have any more delusional thoughts from now on!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his sleeves.

The golden and silver wine jugs were placed on the table, and the wine flowed over the bluestone floor tiles, irrigating the dried blood and continuing the life of the skinny waiter.

Zhao Yi, who was once highly regarded by the people of Zhao State, laughed so hard that the dust on the beams fell off. Freed from all constraints, he showed the boldness of a Zhao person.

Ying Chengjiao clapped his hands, and the rhythm matched the ticking of the clepsydra perfectly:

"Colorful! This is the style of Zhao people!"

A dark robe with wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The jade ring around her waist clanged so loudly that the candlelight nearby flickered.

"My lord, will you let me return to Handan because of my elegance and grace as a Zhao person?" Zhao Yi teased, without holding out any hope. He leaned against the table like a crouching tiger.

"Whether Brother Zhao can go home or not is not up to me." Ying Chengjiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the candlelight cast a fine golden shadow under his long eyelashes: "But I promised Brother Zhao that I would do my best to make this happen."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Zhao Yi, who had just revealed a sneer, opened his eyes as wide as copper bells and said in disbelief:
"This is true!"

Bai Ma, who was listening, looked unconvinced. How could it be possible?
Prince Dan of Yan was very excited. What if it was true?

"The three names of me, Ying Chengjiao, still have some credibility in the world, right?" The candlelight outlined the sharp lines of the boy's jaw, but hid his eyebrows and eyes in the shadows.

In the world today, the most virtuous person is no longer Lord Xinling, but Lord Chang'an!
"What does Your Majesty want?" Zhao Yi asked in a deep voice. He didn't really think it was because of the damn Zhao people's style.

The biggest possibility is that Ying Chengjiao wants Zhao Yi to fully support him as the King of Qin after he returns to Zhao!
"I don't want anything." Chang'an Jun's black hair fell on his shoulders, and the golden threads on his hair flickered in the candlelight.

Pour the wine, pour it yourself, and drink it yourself.

The amber wine rippled in the bronze jar, reflecting the flickering candlelight like molten gold.

When wine enters the stomach, the gas rises and appears on the face.

The young man's face turned slightly red, and his strong phoenix eyes were stained with alcohol and he folded his wings, whispering softly:

"You guys only know how to make deals, how can you understand morality?

“The proton thing was wrong in the first place.

"You are right to want to go home, and it is also right for me to help you. Isn't it right to do the right thing?

"What do you want? I don't want anything."

The cold wind howled outside the window. The young man's voice gradually became lower and he said to Prince Dan of Yan:

"Want to go home?"

"I want to!" Prince Dan of Yan seized the second chance.

"I heard that you went to the king, and the king said that he would let you go home only if the crow's head turned white and the horse grew horns." Ying Chengjiao pinched his brows in distress, and said with a relaxed look: "I will try to see if I can find a crow with white heads and a horse with horns."

"I cannot thank you enough for your kindness!" Prince Dan of Yan clasped his hands together and promised solemnly: "If I return to Yan, I will definitely help you with whatever you wish for!"

"So do I!" Zhao Yi, who was a step late, promised to follow closely.

Chang'an Jun is virtuous, so they cannot be ignorant.

Prince Zhao and Prince Yan looked at each other and reached a consensus.

It would be great if such a virtuous prince Chengjiao became the King of Qin and the State of Qin began to emphasize morality!

The only question now is...how could such a virtuous man like Cheng Jiao usurp the throne?

The white horse leaned back slightly, using the bodies of the two noblemen from other countries to block his expression:
[It is a joke to believe in the morality of a young man who wants to usurp the throne! Yan Dan and Zhao Yi are really stupid!]
He didn't believe Ying Chengjiao's lies at all. He was just waiting to report to the king the next day that Chang'an Jun was plotting a rebellion!

Ying Chengjiao sighed with deep emotion, "You guys should have come to see me earlier.

"I have always wanted to send you two back home, but I don't know if you are willing.

"Confucius said: 'Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you.'

"The lesson I learned from this is 'Don't force others to do what they don't want.'

"Once something that is morally just goes against the will of the person involved, it is no longer morally just."

Although Prince Dan of Yan was still in pain after being beaten, he could not hate Ying Chengjiao at all for his brutal treatment and was sincerely convinced.

King Zheng of Qin, who had been a hostage in the State of Zhao, did not remember the old friendship.

Prince Chengjiao, who had been imprisoned by the State of Yan, did not bear grudges and was willing to work hard to help the country return to Yan.

The King of Qin should be let Chang'an Jun do it!

Zhao Yi opened his mouth and gave a bitter smile.

How could he have imagined that the Qin royal family, known for its harshness and lack of gratitude, could really produce an upright gentleman? How could he have imagined that the rumors about Prince Chengjiao were actually true?

[A man lives up to his name, a young gentleman.] Zhao Yi kept silent and thought to himself.

Qin Wang Zheng? Qin Wang Cheng Jiao!

Gongzi Chengjiao sighed again, his face extremely helpless:
"I would like to thank Brother Zhao and Brother Yan for supporting me.

"If the king had not always wanted to attack other countries and start another unjust war, causing great suffering to the people, I would never do such an unjust thing as usurping the throne.

"If I, the king, do one thing unjustly, all the people will be saved from fire and water.

"Can this be considered morality?"

Prince Dan of Yan and Prince Yi of Zhao felt their hearts tremble when they saw the young man's pleading eyes and his expression that desperately wanted a positive answer.

"This is not morality!" Zhao Gongziyi said word by word: "This is morality! There is no morality more moral than this!"

Prince Dan of Yan had a pig-like face and could not make any expression. His eyes and tone were full of admiration:

"Love, my Lord!
"No one is better than you in practicing morality!
"Mozi is also inferior!"

After the small banquet for the four, Prince Chengjiao entered the palace at night.

Back to Li Yigong.

It’s too late and I don’t want to go to Huaqing Hot Spring.

Ying Chengjiao asked someone to bring a bathtub, which was filled with hot water that the palace maids on night duty had already prepared for him.

The young man entered the barrel, resting his head on the silk draped beside the barrel, enjoying the head massage from the palace maid who was an expert in head therapy.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind was the steaming horse liver, the waiter's head with his eyes open, and the crossed legs of the beauty.

And...the numb look of the waiter wiping the floor when leaving the banquet room.

[He is definitely going to die.] Ying Chengjiao clenched his teeth.

The massaging maid suddenly felt her fingers push back, and she leaned over to the young master's ear and whispered:

"Relax."

Ying Chengjiao let out a long sigh, forced a smile, and let the palace maid do what she wanted.

He knew the waiter was going to die.

He can save.

He is beyond help.

[Sacrificing one person to preserve the overall situation, is this the price of achieving great things?] Ying Chengjiao thought: [No, this is selfish. If that person is Wuxia, I will definitely save him.]
Ying Chengjiao, who firmly believes that everyone can become a saint, firmly believes that he is just a mortal.

“Is this double standard?” The young man closed his eyes and muttered to himself, analyzing his inner thoughts: “Yes, this is double standard, and I am a double standard dog.”

He could sacrifice the waiter.

Bai Wuxia, his mother, his brother, the people he loves and those who love him cannot be sacrificed.

The masseur heard what the young master said, but she didn't understand it. She only heard the word "dog".

[Young Master is not a dog!] She thought, and noticing that Young Master's body was tense again, she leaned over to whisper in his ear again:

"Relax."

His ears felt itchy, and Ying Chengjiao smelled a woman's scent mixed with water vapor.

He tilted his head slightly, causing ripples on the water surface, and saw the palace maid's slightly plump and shiny red lips:

"You put on rouge?"

The palace maid pursed her lips and said "hmm".

Before she finished speaking, her eyes widened and she let out an instinctive "hmm" as she looked at the handsome face of the young master whom she had never seen so close to her before.

Young Master Cheng Jiao came up personally, and they separated immediately after the initial contact.

"Don't think too much. I just want to taste the rouge." Cheng Jiao, who was lying back in the bathtub, licked his lips and said, "Don't buy Bashu rouge in the future. It contains cinnabar, which is poisonous."

Touching his lips, he thought that the palace maid he had just dreamed had not yet reacted.

What I thought in my mind was "hmm", but what came out was:
"Hey."

When the voice falls, the spirit returns.

Her face instantly turned red with embarrassment, and she added "hmm", then continued massaging his head with her bare hands, with her control of strength being much worse than before the kiss.

"Since you like Ying so much, why not change your name to Yingyingying." Young Master Chengjiao floated up.

"Thank you, sir!" The maid was very surprised. She leaned over to the young master's ear and thanked him sweetly. She blew a breath boldly: "Yingying's rouge is not from Sichuan. Can you taste it? Do you want to taste it a few more times?"

"I'm too lazy to get up."

"Then how about feeding the young master?"

"Ah."

"Uh-huh-huh."

The next day, the sky was bright.

Prince Cheng Jiao was taking a nap in the back room of Li Yi Palace. Six palace maids, who had just finished cleaning, were laughing and playing in the front hall, congratulating Ying Yingying on getting her name.

They were very happy, but they had some complaints about the word "嘤嘤".

This name is just like "Hehe" and "Woohoo", which seem to be randomly given by illiterate people.

A casual first name paired with a noble surname... not good!
Ying Yingying, who entered the palace with Ying Yingying, held her sister's hand and was very clever:
"When you wake up, we will ask you to change your '嘤嘤' to '鹰', which means hawk!
"Ying Yingying, how majestic! Better than my parrot!"

The other three palace maids' eyes lit up, and they agreed very much with what Ying Parrot said, chattering to persuade their sisters.

Yingying shook her little head, biting her lips with a mysterious and shy smile on her face:

"No, I will call myself whatever you call me, Yingying."

The two words "yingying" came from Yingying's throat, just like last night.

"Great! Spring hasn't even arrived yet and you're already in heat!"

"Stop crying! It's so embarrassing!"

"Ah, name is a big deal, listen to the parrot, use the eagle of eagle."

The twenty-one-year-old old palace maid Ying Ping looked at Ying Yingying enviously once, twice, and several times.

There was no particular care in naming her son.

The name "Ping" was given to her because one time she was seen walking out from behind a screen and people said she was very beautiful and should be named Ping.

There is not much to it, but it is still very particular.

[嘤嘤……] Ying Ping let out a soft “嘤” and looked around guiltily.

Seeing that the five little palace maids were still playing and not paying attention to her, she lowered her head and muttered softly:
"Me too."

(End of this chapter)