The younger brother of the First Emperor
Chapter 315 Huayang Sword Dancing with Flames
Chapter 315 Huayang Sword Dancing with Flames
Qin Palace, Central Palace.
Soon after, King Zheng of Qin mobilized half of the troops from the five palaces to look for his brother.
Ganquan Palace, main hall.
Perhaps it was because the chaotic noise was too loud and mixed, the palace, which had long been darkened by candles, was now as bright as day.
Inside the hall, the golden divine phoenix made of copper shone brightly, and every feather on its open wings was carved with extreme fineness.
The Queen Mother Huayang, who had huge bags under her eyes and looked so old that there was no trace of her youthful beauty, held the beak of the divine phoenix, waves of sleepiness constantly hitting her mind.
She couldn't help but sigh softly:
"I'm really old. I get sleepy at times like this."
"Grandma." The bright and beautiful Mi Huang stepped forward to support him and said distressedly, "Go to sleep and wait for news from Xiong Wen and Xiong Qi."
"Sleep?" Queen Mother Huayang chuckled, her old voice revealing a hint of helplessness in the face of death: "Why should a living person sleep for a long time? After death, you will naturally sleep forever. At my age, the day of eternal sleep is not far away, so I am not in a hurry to sleep."
Emperors, generals, peddlers, nobles and beggars, no matter what their status was in life, whether they were prominent to the top of the clouds or humble to the bottom of the earth, they all have to face death in the end.
Queen Dowager Huayang has recently often dreamed of King Xiaowen of Qin, the young King Xiaowen of Qin.
That sensual boy had been trying to get her to have uncensored parties with other women, doing things that sounded obscene even to prostitutes.
Back then, she was so proud and arrogant that she would first scold King Xiaowen of Qin, and then beat to death those lowly women who dared to approach her.
If it happened again... she would curse even more harshly and beat all the bitches to death!
Her pride remains as strong as ever.
She was so proud that she would not even explain to that vile brat, explaining that this was to prevent her body from becoming deficient and allow her to live longer so that she could become a king in the future, instead of planning to incite her own son to kill her.
Although he was not good in many ways, he was extremely good to her, and all matters, big or small, in the mansion were left to her to handle.
This kindness extended from Lord Anping to King Zhu of Qin, and from Lady Huayang to Queen Huayang.
After all these years of separation, he who had only known how to eat, drink, and indulge in sensual pleasures must have been overwhelmed by the trivial matters at home, so he took her in to be the housekeeper.
Mi Huang's face was filled with anger. She spat three times on the ground and said angrily:
"Pooh, pooh, pooh, what bad luck! Grandma is not allowed to say such things!"
Queen Mother Huayang stroked the girl's hair. Her wrinkled and spotted hands felt softer than the finest silk.
The old man had a playful look on his face:
"Are you angry because you heard Grandma say unlucky things, or are you angry because you heard the unlucky words themselves?"
The youngest son of the old boy has said many famous sayings, "Why sleep for a long time when you are alive? You will naturally sleep forever after you die" is one of them.
Mi Huang's pretty face sank:
“Everyone is angry!”
She didn't want her great-grandmother to die, nor did she want to hear about that certain brat.
The old man rubbed the girl's hair, his eyes full of nostalgia.
Her hair was as silky as this back then, no, even silkier than this.
At that time, she was a famous beauty both at home and abroad!
The candle flame is bright, like the divine flame of a phoenix.
The old man took the girl whom he had personally selected from the tribe to the back room and released the girl's hand in front of the bed.
The old man, who had been proud all his life, climbed onto the bed, stuck his butt out, and pulled open the wooden block in the upper left corner of the bed with great effort and in an extremely indecent manner.
A "click" sound of a mechanism was heard in the silent room.
The old man got off the bed with a bunch of things in his hands and handed them to the girl:
"These are all Huang'er's."
The girl was shocked and stretched out her hands:
"Grandma, this won't work!"
The candlelight in the back room was not as bright as in the front hall, but it was bright enough to illuminate the objects held in the old man's hands - a copper vessel shaped like a tiger, a seal the size of a fingernail...
These dead things can control countless living things.
"If you don't want it, then throw it away." Queen Mother Huayang loosened her hands and all the items fell.
The sounds of "ding-dong", "click" and "crackling" echoed in the back hall and also in Mi Huang's heart.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" The girl's eyes turned red.
She bit her lip, squatted down and picked up the small objects one by one.
The bronze tiger was cold, and the empress dowager's seal was also cold, freezing the girl to the point of tears falling drop by drop.
A pair of feet appeared in front of the girl, stepping on a bronze tiger.
An old female voice descended from above, like an ancient goddess speaking the divine law:
"I have sent people to find Xiong Wen and Xiong Qi. They are waiting for you at home. Take my seal and mobilize all the remaining troops in the five palaces of Xianyang.
"When the king is in trouble, I will serve him.
"If the king has no difficulty, then kill the prime minister."
The girl turned pale with horror, and when she looked up her pretty face was completely pale, without a trace of blood.
Her long hair, which was so soft and supple that no silk or brocade could match, trembled and rippled like ripples caused by a dragonfly touching the water.
The great-grandmother the girl saw was old and dignified, with a face as cold and emotionless as iron.
"Grandma..." She screamed, her heart in turmoil!
"Did you hear clearly?" The Queen Mother Huayang, who looked extremely unfamiliar to the girl, asked a question in a declarative tone.
God’s gift, thunder, rain and dew, people can only accept it.
God just needs to agree.
"Listen, listen carefully..." The girl told herself again and again to stay calm, but her words still trembled.
"Yes." The god's facial lines were still cold and hard: "If the rescuer is not the first to arrive, then find the right time to arrive."
"What is, is the right time."
"The best time is when the king is about to die, the second best time is when the rebels are about to win."
"..."
"Did you make a note of that?"
"Remember, remember, remember."
"If the king has nothing to do, go and kill the prime minister, but don't kill him right away. Give Lü Buwei time to gather his troops and reveal the king's position to him. Let him rebel before the king, and then kill him in front of the king. Well, as long as Lü Buwei rebels, it doesn't matter whether he is killed or not. Have you made a note of that?"
"I've got it. I've got it."
"Write it down and do it. The more people who die, the better, no matter if they are those who are loyal to the king or those who are assassinating the king, the king's people or Lu Xiang's people. Except for the king, do not take the initiative to save anyone, including the person you hate."
Queen Dowager Huayang raised her feet, as if she was a little tired from talking too much. She sat on the bed, closed her eyes and rested, her breathing becoming a little rapid.
The old man's hearing is more acute when his eyes are closed.
She listened to the sound of the girl picking up things until there was no sound, and then there was no sound for a long time.
"Why aren't you leaving yet?" The old man's voice was chilling. Although his tone was flat and without emphasis, it was even more terrifying: "Do you want to question me, or do you want to disobey me?"
"Grandma, all the people in the imperial palace have been transferred away. What about your safety..." The girl's voice trembled, and she seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"That's none of your business, go do your job."
"only."
There were rustling sounds of people getting up, footsteps, and a door opening.
"Remember." The old man said in a deep voice: "The more people die, the better. The more people die, the better!"
The old man said it twice.
The second time he sang it, it seemed as if he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, it was extremely sharp, like the cry of a phoenix, and it scared the candle flame so much that it trembled continuously.
"Yes!" Amidst the uncertainty of light and darkness, a young girl's answer came from the back hall, an extremely firm answer.
Not long after the girl left, the old man lay on the bed, feeling as sleepy as a landslide or a tsunami.
She opened her eyes wide, staring at the dim ceiling of the temple, squinting to observe the carvings on the beams to divert her attention.
It was a work of meticulous craftsmanship. "It's pretty nice." She muttered, like an ordinary old lady.
She had lived in this palace for several years, but this was the first time she had observed these carvings. The hard work of these great craftsmen had accompanied her for many years, but she had never seen them until now.
Because of this, she felt she should take a closer look at her palace.
So she got up and looked at the murals on the wall, the wood grain on the table, the carvings on the screen, and the uniquely shaped golden phoenix that had been recently created.
She looked from the back room to the front hall for a full half hour.
Sometimes she stuck out her butt, sometimes she knelt on the ground, and sometimes she stood on a stool with her toes raised.
None of the palace maids and eunuchs who stayed in the front hall of Ganquan Palace to look after her had ever seen such a empress dowager, a empress dowager so disrespectful and rude, even worse than many untouchables.
"How long has Huang'er been gone?" The Empress Dowager Huayang, who had crawled under the table and looked up at the bottom of the table, suddenly spoke. Many eunuchs and palace maids were startled and shuddered.
The head of the front hall of Ganquan Palace was a eunuch. He stepped forward with gritted teeth and said very respectfully:
"Another half a minute, and it will be half an hour."
"It's been a long time..." Queen Mother Huayang muttered, "Go find Mi Yang for me."
The palace chief was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
Maybe he heard it wrong? The Queen Mother just referred to herself as "I" instead of "I".
Since becoming queen, the proud Queen Dowager Huayang has always called herself "Gu" in front of her servants.
"Yes!" The palace chief, realizing that he was in a daze, responded hastily, his voice was more urgent and louder than usual.
The palace chief, who was a little out of control, decided to cool down and let the night breeze blow away all his messy thoughts.
So he went out of the palace in person to find Mi Yang, the Minister of the Imperial Chariots.
After leaving the palace, there was dead silence all around, and the palace chief felt a little uneasy.
The long-burning torches in the square could not bring him warmth, and the night breeze that was meant to keep him cool made the flames whistle.
The statues in the surrounding jungle flickered, as if some ghost was about to jump out.
Half of the palace officials were transferred away by Qin Shi Huang, and the other half were transferred away by Mi Huang, who held the seal of the empress dowager. Now the five palaces in Xianyang are almost in an unguarded state.
The palace chief spat secretly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and quickened his pace to look for the Imperial Chariot Officer.
He is now eager to see someone.
Not long after, Mi Yang, who had gone to bed early, ran into Ganquan Palace with an anxious look on his face.
It's so late, and the Queen Mother Huayang is still looking for him. It must be something important!
He left the palace chief far behind, and the fact that he didn't see a single eunuch along the way made him run faster and faster.
He was panting, breathing out large mouthfuls of white air, and banging hard on the door of the front hall of Ganquan Palace, disturbing the quiet night.
"Queen Mother, Mi Yang is here!" He announced himself, and his voice came after knocking on the door.
Soon, the palace door opened.
The palace maid who opened the door slightly moved aside to make room.
"Sir." She bowed her head to show respect.
Mi Yang ignored it.
He tried hard to remain calm and walked into the palace with steady steps.
The Queen Mother doesn't like to panic, but how could the proud Chu people panic?
"It's coming, so why are you yelling?"
Mi Yang heard the voice of Queen Dowager Huayang, but did not see her.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw the extremely noble and always proud and polite Queen Mother Huayang crawling out from under the table on her knees.
He was so shocked that he forgot to speak and was so horrified that he lost his voice.
Queen Mother Huayang stood up with her hands on the ground, yawned, and pointed at the Chu sword hanging on the wall:
"Take off your sword. I want to see the sword dance."
"Queen Mother, you..." Mi Yang said in panic.
Before he could finish his words, Queen Dowager Huayang looked at him with an extremely sharp gaze, which immediately calmed Mi Yang down and made him realize the dignity of this queen dowager who had served three generations of Qin kings.
Mi Yang bowed his head and clasped his fists, quickly responded "Yes", and took down the three-foot Chu sword from the wall.
The three-foot Chu sword is sixty-six or seventy centimeters in later generations.
Except for the Qin sword which could reach one meter in length after being improved by Qin Mo, no other country could forge a one-meter-long tough sword.
"Which dance do you want to see, Queen Mother?" Mi Yang shook his hand and flipped his sword.
The Chu State was famous for sword dancing, which was as numerous as the plays performed by actors.
"The Imperial Chariot Commander killed Ganquan Palace at night." Empress Dowager Huayang sat on a chair, leaning back, and glanced at the eunuchs and maids in the palace: "Dance, leave no one alive."
Mi Yang was silent for a moment, unable to recover for a while.
The next moment, he responded with "Yes" and silently closed the door of the hall.
Candlelight, sword shadows, and blood in the air.
Amid the screams, wails, and pleas for mercy, an old female voice laughed wantonly and arrogantly:
"It looks good! It looks good!
"Kill faster! The more deaths the better!"
The lagging head of Ganquan Palace slipped and fell on the square in front of the front hall, his pants soaked.
The old eunuch covered his mouth, his eyes filled with fear, not daring to utter a single word.
He pushed his legs against the ground and rubbed his buttocks, moving seven or eight steps before he remembered that he could still run. He failed to turn over properly and fell again, tumbling and crawling into the darkness that he feared.
A moment later, the front hall of Ganquan Palace was littered with dead bodies and blood flowed like a river.
"I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep. You can go back." Queen Mother Huayang waved her hand to let Mi Yang go: "No one is allowed to enter without permission."
Regardless of Mi Yang's reaction, he walked back to the back room.
The old man seemed to be walking unsteadily, and when he passed the table, he accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the oil on the ground was boiling and burning.
The old man seemed not to see it. He climbed onto the bed, grabbed the quilt and threw it right onto the flames.
A small fire becomes a big fire.
The old man continued throwing clothes, curtains... and the fire grew bigger.
The fire was burning fiercely, and the old man, who was increasingly afraid of cold in his later years, felt very warm.
The ancestor of the Chu people was Zhurong. The Chu people liked fire, and the phoenix also liked fire.
The old man lay on the bed, closed his eyes peacefully, and murmured:
"Ji Yaoyao, Ji Yaoyao, you are thinking about your son, and I am thinking about my family.
"You are the purest Korean. I, a Chu person, greet you in the same way as you Koreans do. You shouldn't be angry, right?
"If you're angry, just scold me. I won't talk back anyway.
“Oh, this little girl wants to keep someone here, don’t you know I don’t like to be surrounded by people when I sleep?
"If the king dies, what's the use of keeping more people?
"Let them die. The more people die, the better. The more people die, the more the king will use our people. The higher those two guys, Xiong Qi and Xiong Wen, will rise.
"It would be great if the two guys from the Meng family could die, then no one would be able to compete with Xiong Qi and Xiong Wen.
"You useless boy, you have the chance to be king but you don't want to do it. You deserve to die tonight. Your mother wanted to teach you a lesson but she was unwilling to put you in danger. There is no such good thing in the world.
"Die, the more the better.
"The more people die, the angrier the king gets, and the more worthwhile my death is. I'm dead now, so why would the king care? The king should be happy.
"The king wants to centralize power and take back the queen's power. Ji Yaotiao gave it to me, and I can't refuse. It's okay to have a few people buried with him.
"Zhu, I'm coming."
(End of this chapter)
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