The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 340: The Yellow Robe Has Not Been Put On, Qin's Sword Will Be Unsheathed

The courageous actions of Chief Justice Li Si shocked all the old Qin nobles and silenced them.

Even though they had already imagined it, the fact that Li Si, representing Chang'an Jun, actually used the Qin sword to kill people made them feel like the story was coming true.

They had heard about Shang Yang's reforms since they were young, and they often called him a thief. But they didn't actually understand how much their ancestors hated Shang Yang. Now they understand.

Just like they hated Li Si.

The Xi family had just lost Xitao, and the old patriarch Xidi was a military commander who was not good at politics. Therefore, the Meng family held three banquets in just seven days.

It is impossible to make concessions, and the old Qin nobles will never be intimidated.

The Wang clan and the Tingweifu can be handled if they are shut down, but what about the 19 government offices? Can they be handled together?
The reason for all the discussion was to choose a time to launch the attack. The Qin nobles wanted to choose an important day to launch the attack and make a statement.

The crown prince disregarded sympathy and used killing as a gift, so their return gift should not be too sympathetic, right?

Xidi and Xishan, father and son, and Menghua and Mengan, father and son, have the same attitude towards one thing - they cannot let the Wang family take advantage of the situation to rise.

If the old Qin nobles launched a counterattack immediately after Wang's death, it would seem that the old Qin nobles acted because of Wang.

The false reputation that Wang gained will be transformed into tangible benefits, because Wang is the de facto leader in this major action.

Just like the yellow robe worn by Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin.

Regardless of whether Zhao Kuangyin instructed others to put it on him or others put it on him on their own initiative, the moment he put on the yellow robe had become an fait accompli.

Form is reality.

The old patriarch Meng and the old general of the Xi family, the former gently comforted Wang Kuan and expressed his support for the Wang family, while the latter was furious and said that it was intolerable but he still had to endure it.

Wang Kuan looked depressed and forced himself to smile as he accepted the PUA from the two old patriarchs. Anyone could see his loss and reluctance.

But, who cares except himself?

Ying Chengjiao cares.

The residence of the Biao family, in front of the gate.

Ying Chengjiao handed over the newly purchased mansion to Bie Gong's son Bie Hu, and personally put the key into Bie Hu's hands.

Biaohu took the key, looked grateful, and said:

"My Lord... My Lord"

Ying Chengjiao turned around very neatly and left very decisively. This was the last thing he did for the Bei family.

The tiger followed for two steps, and then the shouting stopped abruptly.

An old man stood in front of him, holding a sword that was so big that it didn't look like a sword and looked very heavy at first glance.

The sword master of the previous generation was Lu Gou Jian.

Ever since the contemporary swordsman with a broken sword heart didn't want to go out, Lu Gou Jian had been accompanying the young man on his walks these days.

"Please go back." Lu Gou Jian's voice sounded a little dull.

Bie Hu stopped and looked at the small figure through Lu Gou Jian's gray hair, lost in thought.

Until that figure disappeared.

It was a long time since Lu Gou Jian left.

The elderly Biehu sat slumped on the ground, holding only the key to the old house in his hand.

He looked at the bluestone floor with empty eyes, and his smile was uglier than crying:

"Father, I miss you."

If you don’t manage a household, you don’t know how difficult it is.

The branch of the Wang family is headed by a single-character name.

Although the Wang family had expelled Wang Wen's branch from the family tree and did not allow them to use Wang as their surname, Wang Wen was still called Wang Wen.

The young man sitting in the carriage drawn by four horses was holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand. It was a letter written by Wang Wen.

His hands were shaking a little, as if the bamboo slips were too heavy for him to hold.

Putting the bamboo slips on your knees creates a new point to share the weight, and your hands stop shaking.

"I can let go of the bamboo slips, but can I let go of human life?" The young man murmured to himself and closed his eyes: "Return to the palace."

Someone outside the car responded and whipped his horse back to the center of the palace.

Zhao Palace is a palace being built on the site of Ganquan Palace. It will replace Ganquan Palace and become the head of the harem.

Several palaces near the Zhao Palace were temporarily used by the Queen Mother Zhao before the Zhao Palace was completed. From day to night, obscene music could often be heard from them.

The twelve-year-old boy, wearing a black robe, stood in the square in front of the Musk Palace in the northwest direction of the Zhao Palace, watching the construction of the Zhao Palace and waiting quietly.

Soon, a white-faced, beardless, handsome eunuch came over with his head lowered and said respectfully:

"Lord Chang'an, please follow me."

[A half-finished male favorite is also considered an inner court official?] Ying Chengqi smiled slightly and nodded:

"lead the way."

He has emotions, very strong emotions, and he tries his best to control himself and not vent them.

The door of the Musk Deer Hall opened, and the young man, who had some knowledge of medicine, smelled a mixture of various scents before he even entered, most of which had aphrodisiac effects.

His great-grandfather used to burn this kind of incense, and the recipe has remained the same over the years.

Crossing the threshold and entering the hall, the young man bowed his head and saluted:
"I've met my mother."

The Queen Mother Zhao's snow-white left shoulder was exposed, her clothes were tangled around her chest, her face was flushed, and her eyes showed the traces of youth.

She stroked her long hair, her bare feet touched the ground, and she walked to the table panting, picked up the wine pot on the table, gulped down a full pot, wiped her mouth, and smiled:
"The name 'Hua Long' is really a good name. My son, just tell me what you want me to do."

Ying Chengjiao, who had been thinking of making a detour, put down his hands, straightened his chest, and looked directly at Zhao Ji, who was emitting a charming and attractive look, with a determined look in his eyes:
"Tomorrow's court meeting, please ask the Queen Mother to attend, and say..."

Queen Mother Zhao listened carefully and thought for a moment, but could not figure out what was going on.

Since the night when the Bai family was destroyed, she no longer cared about the affairs of state, and even her own family, the Lin family, was unwilling to interfere.

Therefore, although the secret struggle within Qin was in full swing.

Ji Yaotiao, the only queen mother of Qin State, who holds great power, is actually keeping out of the affairs and indulging herself in a group of various men who are gentle, handsome, masculine and steady.

Due to the lack of prerequisites, she naturally could not clearly understand why Ying Chengjiao asked her to do something. She only had a general guess.

This general speculation is beneficial to the Qin State and to her son Zheng.

This is enough.

"I will be there tomorrow." Queen Mother Zhao responded seriously.

Ying Chengjiao hummed, glanced at the green gauze dress that Queen Mother Zhao wore as a bodice, then looked away and said:
"Queen Mother, you should be more careful about what you wear in front of your son."

Queen Mother Zhao sneered, her lips curved into a seductive arc, and she pursed her red lips:

“You’re not an orphan.

"Speaking of which, I heard that among the Hu people, when a father dies, the son will inherit his father's wives and concubines."

Waving, tender skin gleaming in the candlelight:
"Little husband, come here."

The boy sighed:
"Mother, please stop making trouble. This is Qin State, not the desert."

"In Zhao State, there are also cases where a son inherits his father's wife."

"This is Qin, not Zhao."

"Are you saying that the Zhao people are uncivilized and that I am dissolute?" "That's not what I meant. Just as my mother said, there is no need to hide anything between me and you. Just say whatever you want to say." The young man paused for a moment: "I once said that I would give you an answer as to why a man with many wives and concubines is considered romantic while a woman with many wives and concubines is considered dissolute. I broke my promise. I don't have an answer."

Queen Mother Zhao, who had always been lazy, languid, and charming, raised her eyebrows, grasped the edge of the table with her five fingers, and said with a smile:
"Is this question so difficult? Doesn't Yingzi have an answer either?"

"Yes, but I want to answer my mother with Gongsun Longzi's theory." Ying Chengjiao straightened his clothes and said in a deep voice: "Everyone has a world, and everyone's world exists because of him. My mother's world exists because of me, and everyone in the world exists because of me. They exist because my mother cares about them. If people are like this, there is no need to talk about it."

Queen Mother Zhao blinked her naturally charming eyes, her eyelashes fluttering seven or eight times like a fan, slightly curved like a crescent moon, and said softly:

"I am very satisfied with this answer."

His five fingers relaxed and rested on the table. The blood in his white knuckles gradually returned to normal and he began to feel rosy.

"My answer will only be meaningful if my mother is satisfied." Ying Chengjiao bowed slightly.

"So." Queen Mother Zhao raised her eyebrows to tease: "My dear husband, are you really not coming over? Do you care about the gossip in your world?"

Ying Chengjiao and Queen Dowager Zhao looked at each other, took a step forward in the Queen Dowager Zhao's astonished eyes, and walked to the table and to Queen Dowager Zhao's side in the Queen Dowager Zhao's shocked and amazed eyes.

Queen Mother Zhao's breathing became a little faster, and the smell of alcohol from her mouth spread rapidly in the air.

What she wanted to say.

Before I could say anything, I was attracted by the boy's actions.

The young man touched the wine jug that Queen Mother Zhao had just drunk with the back of his fingers; it felt cold.

He raised his head and said softly:

"Mother, please drink warm water next time. Drinking alcohol before, during, or after marriage is harmful to your health, especially cold wine. Don't drink alcohol and get sick."

Queen Mother Zhao was stunned for a moment, then she burst into laughter, holding her stomach and laughing heartily, her chest shaking constantly.

After a while, she stopped laughing and tapped the boy's brow with her slender jade finger:
"I want you to take care of it!"

The charming voice makes one feel numb and weak.

She escorted the young man out of the palace, her hair was covered with clouds, her face was decorated with flowers, and she wore a golden hairpin. Before leaving, she smiled and said:

"I really overestimated you, my little husband who has the desire but not the courage~"

"Mother!" The young man used emphasis for the first time since he met Zhao Ji, frowning slightly. "Please be careful with your words when you are outside, don't tarnish my reputation. Let's each live our own world."

Queen Mother Zhao instantly put on a dignified look, with her chin raised high, revealing her arrogance:

"it is good."

The official outside the door stared intently, and the eunuchs waiting dared not say a word.

Queen Mother Zhao watched her illegitimate son get into the carriage and asked the eunuch to get a pot of hot water for him to drink.

Perhaps it was because she had been acting crazy since she was young, perhaps it was because the Qin prodigy was too special, or perhaps it was because she and the Qin prodigy were mother and son in name only but not in reality, which caused her to always like to tease this child.

She just called Ying Chengjiao over, but in fact she could go over by herself, so she didn't move a step.

What would she do if the boy just now really did something outrageous?

She thought about it and laughed out loud.

No one knows the answer except herself.

"Interesting." She tapped the still-cool wine flask with her fingertips, making a dinging sound, and chuckled, "Fun."

Bai Qi's residence.

In the past few days, two guests who shouldn't have come here have come.

Eight days ago, Meng Tian came to visit, but he came in a hurry without a visiting card.

This Lord Nei Shi almost broke into this once magnificent mansion, and was greeted by a knife.

The masked Bai Wuxia used a sharp knife to chop off Meng Tian's empty sleeves, and her hoarse voice was full of murderous intent:
"You don't want the other arm either?"

Meng Tian said nothing, just looked behind Bai Wuxia. The tall mansion looked dark even in the daytime. He wondered if there were people or ghosts inside.

Bai Wuxia moved his body and stood in front of Meng Tian, ​​with the murderous intent in his voice becoming even stronger:

"You bastard! Do you think there is no one in my Bai family?"

"Tian just wants to come and pay tribute to Wu'an Jun." Meng Tian's face was very sincere.

There was only one word in answer to him.

"Get out." Bai Wuxia chopped down with his long sword.

Meng Tian originally thought that this descendant of the Bai family was just bluffing, until the blade came within three inches of his head, causing his scalp to feel cold. Only then did he realize that Bai Wuxia seemed to be serious.

His body instinctively prompted him to take a step back quickly, and the remaining apology on his face turned into anger:
"What are you doing!"

Bai Wuxia did not respond and raised his long sword horizontally. The eyes behind the Taotie iron armor mask were colder than the blade.

Even though Meng Tian was straightforward by nature, he had never seen such a reckless person. No matter how much he disliked Zhao Gao, he would not kill him with a sword.

Meng Tian said "OK" three times and left angrily.

The second person who shouldn’t have come was Madam Ji, Ji Yaoyao.

Bai Wuxia did not take out her long sword. The real owner of the mansion, Bai Qi, personally received the former king's only wife.

A certain young man once told Bai Qi that there were no secrets in front of his biological mother.

Ji Yaoyao left her driver outside and entered the mansion alone. She walked into the main hall of the Bai Mansion under the shy and respectful guidance of Bai Wuxia.

Bai Qi, with his snow-white hair, stood to greet him.

The two of them sat down as host and guest.

Bai Qi keenly discovered that this lady's etiquette was not as good as his.

The old general didn't believe that the royal etiquette would be inferior to that of a reckless man like him who only knew how to fight, so he had a hint of doubt in his heart.

Before she could even let go of her doubts, Ji Yaoyao looked at Bai Wuxia who was waiting beside her with joy:
"In private, I don't care about those empty formalities. I can call you mother."

Bai Qi suddenly realized and his doubts disappeared. His originally tense expression visibly relaxed and he revealed a hint of a smile.

Bai Wuxia opened her lips slightly and let out an "ah", caught off guard.

"Call." Bai Qi said to his granddaughter, using the tone of a king giving an order.

"Mother." Bai Wuxia, who grew up in a semi-militarized environment, said this reflexively, and only realized what he had said after he had finished speaking.

Without the shyness of other girls, the energetic Bai Wuxia calmly made a salute to her mother.

"Madam, you are not here just to finalize the marriage between Hualong and Wuxia, right?" Bai Qi smiled even more deeply.

"The Bai family of Meng Xibai was destroyed that night. Did Mr. Bai know about it?" Ji Yaoyao's change of topic was very abrupt, but her words were very natural.

"I know. Hualong told me."

"Since you didn't move that day, please continue to be patient, Mr. Bai, and don't be moved by trivial matters."

"I am a dead man, how can I move? Am I faking my corpse? Even if I am really faking my corpse, it will be useless now." Bai Qi paused for a moment and said, "Madam, although I am a military commander and I call those civil officials birds, I also know that if all the civil officials go on strike, it will be no small matter."

"It's a small matter." Ji Yaoyao smiled and repeated: "It's a small matter."

On the third day after Ji Yaoyao came to Bai Mansion, King Zheng of Qin summoned all the ministers to hold a grand court meeting.

The Central Palace is the front hall of Xin Palace.

Civil and military officials gathered in the court.

The first one is the crown prince of Qin, Chang'an Jun Ying Chengjiao.

(End of this chapter)