The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 31 How long can I live?

The walls of Chengjiao Palace are majestic, like a steep straight cliff.

The nine-meter-high dark gray palace wall casts a large shadow, revealing solemnity and majesty in the grayness.

The prince's carriage is in this shadow.

Two dark palace doors opened wide, making a slightly harsh creaking sound, and five mythical horses appeared from the cracks in the doors.

He walked neither fast nor slow, with measured steps, even more even than a human walk.

Qin Zichu stood up from the carriage after being reminded by the driver, lifted the black linen curtain, jumped off the carriage, and blocked the middle of the road.

He shook his robe lightly, gathered his sleeves, raised his hands, and lowered his head.

"I have done something wrong, and I have come to ask Your Majesty to punish me!"

He admitted his mistake directly, without saying that it was because his youngest son broke the old court judge's head, and refused to admit his mistake. He called the queen a dog and therefore beat her buttocks until they were bruised.

When the former king wanted to send him to Zhao as a hostage, he knelt on the ground and cried and begged his father.

He said he didn't want to go, and was about to explain why he didn't want to go.

His father kicked him, called him a waste, and had him dragged out the door.

The king's carriage stopped and the black silk curtain was lifted, as soft as water.

The old Qin King with sparse hair poked his head out.

"Come up."

"Yes." The prince responded.

Lift up your trouser legs and prepare for the storm.

The rear end of the royal carriage was half a foot higher than the ground, and the length and width were both more than two meters. It was covered with silk and brocade mattresses, and the King of Qin lay on it.

Both sides of the carriage.

Leave space on the right for entry and exit.

On the left side there is a table and a chair made of golden nanmu wood, and the eight wooden legs are all tied to the bottom of the carriage.

The table was covered with soft cloth, and on it were a kettle, a wine jug, a wine bottle, and a plate of fresh fruit.

The chair has armrests and the back is covered with a black and yellow tiger skin. There is a pillow-like object at the bottom to support the waist.

The prince entered the carriage and stood on the right side.

Kneel on the ground with your knees, buttocks on your ankles, back straight as a sword, and sit upright.

He lowered his head slightly to show that he admitted his mistake.

[It is natural for a father to beat and scold his son.]
No matter whether he was beaten or scolded, his upright sitting posture would not change.

Old King Qin supported himself on the bed with his hands, slowly sat up, and leaned his back against the carriage.

"You have a chair but you don't sit on it. Are you trying to show off to me?"

The young prince lowered his head even more.

"I don't dare."

The old King Qin looked impatient.

"I have ordered Cheng Jiao to remove the wooden sign. What else do you want?"

[Is it what I want? It’s what you want…]
The prince bowed slightly.

"I have made a mistake, and I will let the king deal with it."

The old King Qin snorted coldly.

"You were wrong in the first place!
"Cheng Jiao is already seven years old. He has grown up and has a sense of shame!
"You asked him to admit his mistake to the queen without any clothes on. Is this what a father should do?!

"It's no big deal to break Huayang Bufei's head, why bother starting a war?

"Cheng Jiao has put up a wooden sign outside. This is your fault. Let's stop here and don't talk about it anymore. Even if you have any grievances, just swallow them!"

The prince raised his eyelids imperceptibly and remained silent for a moment.

Hand over.

"only."

"I gave you the Tiger Tally of Hangu, but you have to say you gave it to me. If you can't suppress it, you can become the Lord of Weiyang."

"……only."

Qin Zichu got off the king's chariot and rode back to a high chariot that was almost identical to the king's chariot in appearance.

There was nothing else in the high carriage except a futon.

A futon made of coarse linen.

The prince was sitting on a cushion.

"Not only did this bastard not file a complaint, he even covered it up...

"Father, you said that what I did was not what a father should do, what about you?" Qin Zichu closed his eyes as he listened to the sound of the royal carriage passing by outside.

"Knowing the king's intention, the most difficult step in obtaining the tiger talisman has been taken.

"A blessing in disguise. This kid has grown up a bit. Was it Zheng'er who provoked him?"

The king's carriage was moving slowly and leisurely.

Bathed in the setting sun, facing the imperial tomb.

"Han Ming."

"The minister is here."

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"only."

"The officials are sometimes incapable of doing so. Ahem, place skilled eunuchs and palace maids around Cheng Jiao. Let Cheng Jiao be able to call for help at any time and be protected. I don't want to do that. Next time I travel with Cheng Jiao, I will take a second carriage."

"But... Your Majesty, there is one thing I don't understand."

"speak."

"Why don't you speak clearly to the prince and give him a warning? No matter how much protection there is, it is not as good as your attitude."

"...How long can I live?"

The dining palace is the rear chamber.

After pushing the King of Qin away, Ying Chengjiao stood beside his brother and tapped his head.

"What did Grandfather and Brother say?"

Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, finally figuring it out, and his expression returned to normal.

She pulled her brother's hand away and touched her belly.

“I’ll tell you in a few days.

"Where's your stir-fry? I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow!"

"There is no beef, but there is plenty of mutton." Ying Chengjiao opened the door and ordered the dishes to be served. He stood with his butt sticking out, sighed slightly with regret, and said, "What a pity, if only you had come ten days earlier, during the New Year, then we could have eaten beef. For a martial artist, beef gives you the most strength."

"Oh? My brother, who is not afraid of even the queen and the prince, would actually sigh for beef. Wouldn't it be better if you could just kill one for me?"

"No, you can't just kill the cows."

"You can't do it either?"

"...It's OK. But an ox can plow two or three mu of land a day, while a person can only plow one mu even if he works himself to death. Plowing one or two more mu of land and harvesting one or two more mu of grain is enough for an adult to live two or three more months. The more work the ox does, the easier it is for the person. Killing the ox for no reason is like eating the person. I cannot do such a thing." (Note 1)
Ying Zheng remained silent for a long time. He had never expected this would be the answer.

The younger brother who did not give face to the queen and the prince in Qin actually cared about a cow.

This is like two different people from Prince Chengjiao, who vomited after eating and vomited after eating in the Tingwei prison, enduring the pain of watching the execution.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"I completely believe in your reputation. You are a good person."

"…You should still praise me as a gentleman."

The brothers were talking when suddenly a fragrance came over them.

In fact, the fragrance had been there a long time ago, but the door had been closed and Ying Zheng was distracted, so he didn't smell it.

Now three eunuchs came in one after another, carrying three white jade plates with steaming hot dishes.

Being so close and having figured things out, Ying Zheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He stared at the dishes he had never seen before placed on the large table, and picked up his chopsticks. (Note 2)
Pick up a piece of meat and put it in your mouth.

Ignoring the scalding heat, I chewed vigorously, and a fragrance I had never experienced before spread in my mouth.

He thought for a moment as he searched for words in his mind to describe it.

"good to eat!"

He hadn't finished eating the meat in his mouth yet, but he had already put his chopsticks down again, picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.

He eats with his chopsticks very quickly.

Observing that his brother's face was filled with happiness from eating delicious food, which should be the moment when he was most relaxed, Ying Chengjiao suddenly asked a question.

"Brother, what did Grandfather tell you?"

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【注1：秦1亩=60秦平方丈=现在0.991市亩≈660平方米。】

【Note 2: chopsticks. 】

(End of this chapter)