The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 292: Thousand Years of Loneliness, the Cold-blooded Bai Family, and the Charge to Xitao

[Two thousand years later, has this guy gone completely insane? What nonsense is he talking about?] Bai Ma leaned against the carved wooden window, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the frost condensed on the window frame.

The fatal crisis was resolved, and his mentality was much better than before, but he still had some thoughts to complain about.

“…In the world I came from.

“We can communicate across thousands or even tens of thousands of miles. Transmitting sound over thousands of miles is the simplest thing.

"You can stay at home and know what's going on in the world. You can see the graceful dancing of the noble ladies of Zhao and the precious crystal, agate and colored glaze of Qi.

"You can eat delicacies from the mountains and the sea wherever you live. Fish from the East China Sea will go bad after three days of transportation, but fish from my world can be delivered to Qin within one day, and they are still alive.

"If sea fish can run so fast, humans can run even faster. They can fly back and forth between Qin and Qi in one day. What about the thousand-mile horse or ten-mile horse? Animal power has long been eliminated.

“Knowledge is no longer rare; you can learn almost anything if you want.

"Oh yeah, when I came here, artificial intelligence was the hot topic, and this thing is amazing. Artificial intelligence can do almost everything that humans can do, and it can do it the best.

"For the instrument you are good at, artificial intelligence can ensure that every piece of music is flawless, and all the notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu can be played to the best timbre.

"You may not understand what I mean. You should know how to play chess, right? Even if you don't, you should have heard of Yi Qiu's name, right?" (Note 1)

The young man flicked the scabbard with his fingers, and the "click" sound was like the sound of a keyboard.

The white horse saw the young man's actions and nodded hurriedly, like pounding garlic.

In order to delay a little more time, he glanced at Qin Jian and pretended to recall something, and said slowly:
"Mencius said that Yiqiu was the best chess player in the country, and the people called him the chess saint.

"He is from Lu, and is the best chess player of all time. Everyone who plays chess knows Yi Qiu.

"The highest praise for a chess player is to call him the contemporary Yi Qiu, Yi"

Bai Ma wanted to talk as much as possible, to delay the time longer and longer.

The sound of the water drops falling from the clepsydra suddenly became clear, and Ying Chengjiao interrupted Bai Ma's words for the second time:
"Yes, it's the chess master Yi Qiu.

"Let Yiqiu play chess against artificial intelligence. He will lose ten out of ten, a hundred out of a hundred, and a thousand out of a thousand.

“As long as we are human, we will make mistakes, but artificial intelligence will not.

"The chess players in this world believe that there are thousands of possibilities for every move in the game, and thousands stacked on thousands equals countless possibilities.

“But it’s not.

"There are seventeen vertical and horizontal lines, and two hundred and eighty-nine positions for placing the pieces. The positions are limited, and the variations are also limited.

"It is the same for seventeen vertical and horizontal paths, one hundred and seventy vertical and horizontal paths, and one thousand seven hundred vertical and horizontal paths.

“There are AIs that specialize in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and there are also AIs that specialize in writing, farming, and fighting.

“Artificial intelligence is created by humans, and artificial intelligence is superior to humans.

“Have you read Xunzi?

“Blue is derived from indigo, but it is bluer than indigo. Ice is made of water, but it is colder than water.

"I hope you can understand this."

The boy's face was full of seriousness, and the bloodshot in his eyes had not yet faded:
“You must understand.

"If you don't understand, there's no point in living."

Bai Ma's gradually relaxed mind was startled again, and he secretly cursed this guy, saying he was really a madman!
A few strands of messy hair stuck to his cheeks soaked with cold sweat, making him look like a quail caught in the rain.

He smiled ingratiatingly and nodded repeatedly, like a starving chicken pecking at rice, or a small toy on vibrating mode.

He first praised Chang'an Jun for his virtue, and then said that he understood everything, that Chang'an Jun came from heaven, that he was a god who had descended to earth, that he was...

Ying Chengjiao didn't listen to what came next and just talked about his past life and things before he traveled through time.

He talked about his favorite drinks, such as Fat House Happy Water, Sprite, kvass, Water-soluble C100, Bingfeng, Dujiangyan, Arctic Ocean, Dayao... They taste much better than the current pure natural fruit juices.

Speaking of my favorite braised chicken, sweet and sour pork, boiled pork slices, stinky mandarin fish, scallion-fried sea cucumber, squirrel mandarin fish...the stir-fried dishes that are popular all over the world today are extremely bland compared to the dishes of my previous life that were added with all kinds of seasonings.

The topic of "technology and hard work" was once popular, and food safety once became a social focus.

Before the time travel, Ying Chengjiao was very unhappy about it and thought it was just creating anxiety.

The most obvious example is MSG.

What's wrong with eating MSG? It's unhealthy. If you eat too much, your hair will fall out in clumps.

Isn't this bullshit? Is it okay to eat too much of something?

The human body is 70% water, and drinking too much water can cause water poisoning.

The most important reason why Shandong cuisine is ranked first among the eight major cuisines is that it has a unique skill - hanging soup.

What is the purpose of hanging soup? To enhance the flavor.

What is fresh? Monosodium glutamate.

What is monosodium glutamate? MSG.

Same thing with monosodium glutamate.

The traditional method of making soup with MSG to enhance its flavor is good, but the one produced by technological development and labeled as MSG is not good.

Isn't this a hooligan act?

After traveling through time, Ying Chengjiao is even less susceptible to colds.

All he eats now is pure natural organic food without hormones or pesticides, without any of the so-called "technology and hard work".

Except for the barbecue, nothing is very delicious.

Eating and drinking are not what I’m used to, and are far worse than in the previous life, and playing is even worse.

Ying Chengjiao briefly narrated the game screens and operations of electronic games such as League of Legends, Cross Fire, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, Naraka: Bladepoint, and Honor of Kings.

As those long-forgotten memories gradually come to life, the boy misses the happiness that will never come back more and more.

Now, if anyone could give him a mobile phone or computer that can play stand-alone games, he would immediately turn from a gentleman into a foolish prince, and would be willing to exchange his fiefdom Chang'an for it.

The fiefdom can be regained, but the electronic equipment cannot be regained.

"You have no idea how good my life was before..." The more he spoke, the more nostalgic and sentimental Ying Chengjiao became.

He had never said these words to anyone before.

He had never mentioned his father, mother, teachers, brothers, or great-grandfather Wang.

This is the biggest secret that the boy has buried deep in his heart.

Twelve years.

People cannot hear it, only the white horse can hear it.

The white horse responded with "yes, yes, yes" but deep down he disagreed. He just thought that this boy had a richer imagination than Zhuang Zhou.

Ying Chengjiao saw through Bai Ma's hidden perfunctory attitude. The cunning of the eldest son of the Bai family was not even a little bit inferior to those important officials who could attend the court.

He felt a little sorry that he couldn't empathize with Bai Ma, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He talked about sexual decline, and said the closing words he had prepared for his past life:

“The life I’m talking about is not the life of gods, but the life of ordinary people.

“Two thousand years from now, every person on this land will be living the life I describe.”

"Is it really so?" Bai Ma was greatly surprised, and in his heart he raised the imagination of a certain young man to a higher level.

[Let those lowly people live a life like gods? This guy really dares to think so!] While mocking him secretly, the eldest son of the Bai family began to feel annoyed: [It's been more than half an hour, where are the people!]
"In the world that Your Excellency came from, can everyone live such a good life?" Bai Ma looked as if he was too immersed in the play, and continued with Ying Chengjiao's words: "It would be great if Ma could go to that world. Your Excellency, please tell Ma about that world." Bai Family.

The sound of the brass animal-head door knocker piercing the sky, the gargoyles on the eaves looked hideous under the sun, as if they wanted to devour anyone.

"Bai Fan!" Xi Tao waved her sleeves and swept away the inlaid gold and silver Boshan incense burner on the table. The incense ash splashed onto Bai Fan's dark black clothes, winding like a dying little snake: "My son is dying! What are you doing!"

"Ma'er will be fine." Bai Fan, the head of the Bai family, was calm to the point of being cold-blooded, as if his wife's son was not his son.

Sitting on the chair, he stroked the white tiger devouring the moon carving on the armrest with his fingertips, and the sandalwood patina was polished to a shine:

"The entire Bashu Tower is controlled by the palace officials of Chengjiao.

"If Ying Chengjiao really wanted to kill the horse, he wouldn't even give the horse a chance to open the window and ask for help.

"This guy is forcing me to come forward, forcing my Bai family to move from outside the chessboard to inside the chessboard.

"You are just wishful thinking!"

During this period, Bai Ma was in charge of almost all external affairs of the Bai family.

From the promotion of officials of the Bai family, to the bestowal of favors on the eunuchs and maids in Chengjiao Palace, to personally meeting the king to report that Chang'an Jun intended to rebel.

This is not only to cultivate Bai Ma, but also to leave room for the Bai family.

If something irreversible really happened, although Bai Ma would be the next head of the Bai family, he would ultimately be just the next one.

The next head of the family will not be the head of the family and cannot represent the Bai family, right?

The Bai family wants the benefit.

The Bai family won’t take risks.

Bai Fan's eyes flashed with a fierce and shrewd light, reflecting the red bird hairpin holding a ring swaying in his wife's messy hair:
“Father has entered the palace.

"The last time this bastard sent his eunuchs to smash the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was to vent his anger on the king, and the king couldn't call back his troops.

“This time, he openly mobilized troops to surround the Bashu Tower and threatened to kill people, courting his own death!

"Ever since Shang Yang, that thief, started his reforms, fighting among nobles has been strictly prohibited.

“Most people at that time have forgotten the 700 heads left by our three major clans, Meng, Xi and Bai, at the Caotan execution ground, and have forgotten the scarlet Wei River that day.

"At this time when the struggle between the prime minister and the king is intense, the king will not miss any opportunity to establish his authority.

"It's best to use your brother's new blood to remind us nobles of the old rules."

Xitao knew that her husband's analysis was correct, but she just couldn't calm down.

"What if!" Her nails dug deep into the tail feathers of the Vermillion Bird hairpin, the gold thread scratching her fingertips: "What if that bastard gets mad and wants to kill my son!"

"Nothing could happen." Bai Fan sat steadily on the armchair.

"Bai Fan!" Xi Tao suddenly broke the jade pendant on her waist, and the jade fell to the ground and shattered. "I'm asking you, what if?"

"Then." Bai Fan slowly closed his eyes and squeezed out a difficult voice from his throat: "The family will remember Ma'er's sacrifice."

Xitao's pupils suddenly contracted.

She slapped Bai Fan hard and shouted with great hatred:
"Jizhi! Jizhi!"

Xitao, who came from the Xi family, one of the three major families along with the Bai family, ordered all the servants he brought with him, and the sounds of swords being unsheathed could be heard one after another.

The lady of the Bai family rushed out of the gate of the Bai family, bringing all the people of the Xi family with her.

Bai Fan let his wife do what she wanted without stopping her.

A woman, even if she is the wife of the head of the Bai family, cannot represent the Bai family - is there anyone from the Bai family around her?

of course.

A married woman cannot represent her family.

But, Xitao’s surname is Xi after all.

What if the Xi family gets angry? What if they send someone?
Bai Fan, who had five finger marks on his face, would not lead the Bai family into the water, but was happy to see the Xi family do so.

Bashu towers and the goddess' room.

"Thank you, Bai Ma." Ying Chengjiao brushed his fingertips across the Lantian jade inlaid on the sword guard and thanked him sincerely: "I have actually been very depressed and have always wanted to find someone to talk to. Thank you for talking to me."

"You are too polite, sir." The white horse smiled. The wound on its thigh no longer hurt. "The horse wants to thank you for showing me another world and broadening my horizons."

"To thank you, I will send you to death." Ying Chengjiao looked sincere, grasped the hilt of the sword, and drew the sword out of the sheath.

White Horse: "..."

Crazy, crazy, crazy!

“No, no, no, no!” The white horse kept retreating, “thump thump thump”, until it reached the window and had nowhere to retreat. Its hands were shaking like propellers: “Sir, we haven’t finished talking yet, we can still talk, you can tell me more about that world, or…”

"I have finished what I want to say." Ying Chengjiao raised his sword and moved forward, taking two steps while speaking.

"My Lord!" Bai Ma shouted loudly. His clothes were soaked in just a few breaths. He stared at the Qin sword in Ying Chengjiao's hand and spoke as fast as a machine gun: "My Lord has finished speaking, but Ma hasn't finished speaking yet? Have you forgotten? Let Ma Rong talk later. My Lord is a gentleman, and a gentleman should keep his promise!"

Ying Chengjiao took the third step and stopped. He still had seven steps left to reach the eldest son of the Bai family.

The white horse held his breath and swallowed hard.

His eyes were fixed on Ying Chengjiao's feet and sword.

I glanced at the street outside the window and wondered in my heart why his mother hadn't come yet!

"I'm not a gentleman." The young man slapped his cheek with the back of the sword.

The white horse picked up the incense burner, raised it above his head, and was about to throw it.

"But I am willing to keep my promise, you say." The young man tilted his head and smiled.

Bai Ma maintained his throwing posture, smiled awkwardly, and put it down gently:

“I don’t think I have much hatred against you.

"The first time I verbally offended Miss Mi, the Lord hit me on the head and I fell into a coma.

"At the second banquet for you, you smashed my head with a wine jar, and I didn't dare to hide.

“I suffered the loss both times, and the rest were just the little tricks that the Lord mentioned.

"I shouldn't have bribed the people around you, this is my fault, but this crime is not punishable by death, right?
"Why do you have to kill me, my lord? Killing me will cause a huge mess! It's not worth it..."

Bai Ma talked on and on until his mouth was dry and numb, and finally the commotion he had been dreaming of happened outside the window.

Under the clear sky, the broken sound of a bone flute was suddenly heard.

"How dare you! Let my son out!" a beautiful woman shouted on her horse.

She held the sword in one hand and led more than twenty retainers to charge at the guards surrounding the tower.

Her pomegranate skirt was wrapped around a shiny spear, and the light sword in her hand left a faint white mark on the armor of the outermost official.

The mother of the white horse, Xitao.

Arrived.

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【Note 1: Yiqi is the ancient game of Go. 】

(End of this chapter)