The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 352: Tyrant? No, this is the greatest emperor of all time!
"I am afraid of death." Mao Jiao was still kneeling on the ground, but his words were less trembling.

If King Zheng of Qin really wanted to kill him, he would not ask without giving those powerful people outside a chance to beg for mercy.

"But." Mao Jiao, who was confident, changed the subject: "I am more afraid that my king will go astray, and I am even more afraid that my Qin State will perish in an instant!"

The already silent court remained silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of King Zheng of Qin tapping the armrests of the throne with his fingers.

The sound was heard more than ten times.

"Mao Jiao." King Zheng of Qin called softly.

"I'm here." Mao Jiao lowered his head a little more.

"Is what you just said true?"

"Every word I say belongs to me"

"Don't rush to reply, think about it carefully."

"..."

"Ask your own heart, what is the reason for standing up? Is it for me, the Qin State, or power, fame, and wealth?"

"..."

Qin Wangzheng waited quietly for a moment, crossed his fingers and folded them on his knees:
"You say I am cruel and tyrannical, and that my use of thorns to remonstrate with others is like the actions of Jie and Zhou.

"Did I not say beforehand that anyone who spoke of the Queen Mother again would be killed? Did I kill Lord Meng and Lord Xi on a whim?
“If Xia Jie and Shang Zhou had been like me, they would have foreseen it and made it clear in advance what would lead to the killing.

"If the officials of the Xia and Shang dynasties were like those outside the palace, ignoring the emperor's words and deliberately offending him,

"Jie and Zhou kept their promise and killed him.

"From this one incident alone, I do not think that there was anything wrong with what Jie and Zhou did.

"Do you agree?"

After a pause, he glanced around the hall and asked the civil and military officials in the court:
"You guys tell me.

"Is it me who is cruel, or are those officials outside the palace arrogant?"

His eyes fell on his younger brother:

"Hualong, the crown prince of my Qin State, the most virtuous gentleman in the world, and the youngest prince in ancient and modern times.

"Tell me, is what I did against morality?

"Tell me about me and the officials outside the palace.

“Who is right and who is wrong.

"Who is right and who is wrong."

Ying Chengjiao showed a difficult expression on his face that was visible to everyone, and he spoke with great difficulty:

“What the king has done is not against morality.

"Keep your word, and make no mistakes."

King Zheng of Qin nodded, his face calm and without showing any joy, as if it was supposed to be that way.

The young king's eyes moved like an eagle's, landing on the second prey:
"Mao Jiao, have you thought about it?"

Mao Jiao, who had been gambling heavily, had a dry mouth and tongue, but after such a long time he still found it difficult to respond.

He knew what he was doing and what he was really thinking.

In terms of strategy, he thought he was not inferior to others, but was he sure he could beat everyone in the palace? No.

In terms of closeness of relationship, which of those who died outside the palace was not closer to the king than Mao Jiao and Qin Wang Zheng? Not to mention that Qin Wang Zheng's brother Ying Chengjiao and Qin Wang Zheng's maternal father Lin Yi were also in the hall.

In terms of trust, the former concubine Wang Wan had always accompanied the king in his studies, and the broken arm of the internal historian Meng Tian was broken for King Zheng of Qin.

Mao Jiao is a Qi person. If he wants to stand at the forefront in the court, rather than just having a seat at the door that could be taken away at any time, he must have his own characteristics.

This characteristic must be pleasing to the king and must be something that most people today do not have.

He closed his eyes, and Ying Zi's words just now echoed in his mind.

Is it just because he is the king's younger brother that Chang'an Jun can become the crown prince and repeatedly offend the king without dying?
Mao Jiao, who stood up and gambled his life, felt his chest heaving and the chewing muscles on both sides of his cheeks contracted.

He is a commoner.

He wants to come forward.

"I have thought it through." Mao Jiao, who was about to start his second gamble, spoke calmly, and one could tell he had thought it through: "I have sacrificed three times for the country and for the king, and seven times for power, fame, and profit."

Mao Jiao made a quick judgment on the spot and boldly guessed that the king was not a person who killed people indiscriminately, and that the king desperately needed an honest subject.

Changan Jun was a gentleman, and all his words were based on morality. Therefore, even though his words did not meet the king's wishes and made the king unhappy, the king never punished him.

Everyone looked down on the king, thinking that he was young and naive, and that he made decisions and killed people based on his own likes and dislikes.

Mao Jiao doesn't think so now. He forces himself not to think so. He bets that what he thinks is correct.

Your Majesty is different from all the previous Qin rulers.

Although the king has committed brutal acts unprecedented in the history of Qin kings, he is not a mean and ungrateful person.

Chang'an Jun is a man of morality.

The king is reasonable and attaches great importance to orders.

The ministers were repeatedly shocked by Mao Jiao's words.

The corners of Qin Wangzheng's lips curled up, revealing a hint of a smile, and he clapped his hands and praised:

"color.

"Doctor Mao Jiao was promoted to the position of Pushe, and his rank was raised by one level.

"Ten pieces of colored glassware, three pairs of wall paintings, and one hundred gold pieces."

"I thank the king!" Mao Jiao bowed with great respect, prostrated himself on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

He made the right bet in this gamble with his own life at stake.

twice in a row.

"Do you have anything else to say?" King Zheng of Qin asked softly.

Those who can stand in this court are all smart people. Most of them are not dumber than Mao Jiao. They don’t stand up and fight because they don’t need to fight to get what they want.

Now that Mao Jiao has set an example, the king has already expressed his character clearly and understandably, so why not show it?
"Your Majesty's actions are certainly not wrong from a sentimental point of view, but you killed so many people. I would like to ask how to deal with the many officials in Xianyang."

"The people are in a state of panic, and the country is in turmoil. Your Majesty should not only consider the laws when doing things, but also the gains and losses."

"When King Zhaoxiang was alive, all the princes said that our king was treacherous. But when our king proclaimed himself the Western Emperor, which prince dared not come? When our country is strong, the words of foreign countries are not that important. I will not say what the king has done, but only say that this move of the king will lead to the decline of the country and will bring disaster. Do you agree with me?"

"Your Majesty, this is too ill-considered. The most important thing to do now is to think about how to stabilize the situation."

"..."

The ministers started talking one after another.

Ying Chengjiao, who wanted to make an opening statement and lead the court discussion, couldn't even get a word in.

The young man enjoyed the scene.

He sat in a chair, leaning back, like an outsider.

He attended many court meetings of the Qin emperor.

Of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, King Xiaowen of Qin, and King Zhuangxiang of Qin.

During the reign of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, the ministers of Qin were frightened by the king's coldness and spoke with trepidation.

The Qin ministers during the reign of King Xiaowen of Qin were heartbroken by the king's stupidity and their words were often radical.

The Qin ministers during the reign of King Zhuangxiang of Qin were submissive to the king's ability to control people. They spoke with careful consideration, weighed things over and over again, and tried to guess the king's intentions.

The atmosphere of the Qin State was determined by the atmosphere of the Qin State's top leaders.

The atmosphere among the Qin State's top leaders was determined by the Qin King.

One emperor and one courtier.

There were fewer calculations and more truth in King Zheng of Qin's court.

Because this is what King Zheng of Qin wanted.

Ying Chengjiao was looking up from below, while King Zheng of Qin was looking down from above.

The two brothers' eyes met in the air.

Ying Chengjiao secretly gave a thumbs up, he was worthy of being Qin Shi Huang.

King Zheng of Qin rolled his eyes at his brother.

What's so great about exaggeration? Isn't this just normal?
The corners of the young king's mouth curled up even more than when he heard Mao Jiao tell the truth.

The court meeting was over. The ministers walked out of the front hall of Xin Palace and passed by the two gates on the left and right.

A row of human heads are facing the sky.

The bodies were piled randomly on one side.

Even Qin Chen, who already knew who the king was and understood how to act in the court in the future and felt that working under the current king would be much easier than working under the previous king, was still horrified when he saw this scene. It was truly shocking.

Most of them secretly warned themselves in their hearts that they must never disobey the king's order.

Absolutely not! Can!
The death of thirty-six old Qin aristocratic leaders laid the foundation for the supreme majesty of King Zheng of Qin.

However, this unprecedented establishment of authority was not what King Zheng of Qin wanted.

Dianke Mi Chen stood in front of the palace gate, leaning against the pillar, his hands and feet feeling cold.

If he had attended the banquet that day, he would have ended up in the same situation today.

The head and body are separated, the head is on the left and the body is on the right.

After death, the body is left without a complete remains, and is covered with thorns.

"Lord Chang'an!" Seeing Ying Chengjiao coming out, Mi Chen took two quick steps and stopped the young man.

The young man frowned and looked at the two palaces on his left and right. His expression was visibly angry, as if he could not tolerate such brutal behavior:

"The corpses are piled up under the palace gate. This is not a benevolent king!"

The young man did not lower his voice on purpose, and Qin Chen, who walked past him, could hear it.

Most of these Qin officials did not try to avoid suspicion. Some of them agreed with a wry smile, "That's true," while others shook their heads and sighed, looking dejected.

Mi Chen took Chang'an Jun's hand and wanted to say "thank you", but he couldn't say it.

A simple thank you for saving my life is too superficial.

Ying Chengjiao looked at his captured hand, then moved his gaze to Mi Chen's face, and said with some confusion:
"Mi Dianke, what's the matter?"

Mi Chen was speechless.

He tightly grasped the young man's hand, performed a great ceremony for a lower-ranking official of the Chu State to meet a higher-ranking official, and then left with unsteady steps.

Winning over this boy was the most correct decision the Queen Mother had ever made in her life. Mi Chen, one of the giants of the Chu faction, believed so from the bottom of his heart.

Ying Chengjiao blinked his eyes and rubbed his cheeks hard with his hands, feeling the bloody smell in his nose was really unpleasant.

These people finally died.

Once the stone in my heart is removed, fatigue surges into my heart.

He was physically strong but mentally a little depressed. His nerves had not relaxed since his commander left.

Now, what happens next has nothing to do with him. Let Xunzi and his brother take care of it.

He decided that he would sleep until he wakes up naturally every day from now on, and no one could stop him from sleeping in!

He doesn't ask about any political affairs because he is not the King of Qin.

"Lord Chang'an." Zhao Gao walked behind Ying Chengjiao and called out, bowing and lowering his head.

Ying Chengjiao looked back, glanced behind Zhao Gao, then walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

It's definitely up to no good!
Zhao Gao didn't hear any response for a long time, so he lowered his head and called out "Chang'an Jun" again, and waited for a while.

Still no response.

The favorite of the King of Qin plucked up his courage, raised his head and put on a smiling face.

The smile froze.

There were people in front of him, and the shadowy figures of the ministers were looming.

He didn't see Chang'an Jun.

Zhao Gao, who was ordered by the king to invite Chang'an Jun, broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew in his heart that the king was unlikely to kill him just because he lost Chang'an Jun's sight, but the two corpses in front of him were in this disaster because they disobeyed the king's order, and he was afraid.

He wanted to stand on the steps and shout, but he didn't dare because it was against etiquette.

He wanted to rush into the crowd to look for her, but he didn't dare. As the king's attendant, doing so would be beneath the king's dignity.

With a sad face and trembling with fear, he returned to the palace, knelt down in front of King Zheng of Qin with a plop, and narrated that he only called out Chang'an Jun once, and Chang'an Jun disappeared.

Qin Wang Zheng snorted coldly, with a smile in his eyes, and cursed:
"This brat! He must be trying to slack off again!
"Hmph, I'll give you a few days!"

Zhao Gao, who didn't even get scolded, felt like he had survived a calamity.

This feeling made him even more certain that the king was special to Chang'an Jun.

He lay in front of King Zheng of Qin, and King Zheng's shoes flashed before his eyes.

"Go." King Zheng of Qin ordered.

"Yes." Zhao Gao responded, stood up and followed, his pale face gradually returning to normal.

"The bodies of the two palaces will remain there for seven days."

"only."

At this time, Zhao Gao responded meekly and completely forgot about assassinating King Zheng of Qin.

Chengjiao Palace, Li Yi Palace.

Ying Chengjiao lay happily on the big bed.

Ying Ling, the new palace maid who has inherited the true teachings of the imperial physician and is an expert in massage, is all over the place and often teases Xiao Nv unintentionally.

Those skillful hands wiped it again.

"Hiss." The young man took a breath, raised his head and stared with wide eyes.

"What's wrong, young master?" Fifteen-year-old Ying Ling's eyes were bigger than her master's, full of doubts: "Is there something wrong with the way I pressed the bell?"

The girl's voice is like a silver bell, which is where the name comes from.

The young man sneered and said nothing.

He was lying prone, not lying down.

Those deft hands had to lift his body slightly every time, accidentally.

This was so unintentional.

Ying Ling played dumb and acted as if she knew nothing.

What's wrong with the new maid? The new maid is also ambitious, okay? The prince is almost thirteen years old and has never performed the Zhougong ceremony. Maybe he is waiting for her?

Ying Chengjiao took a breath, concealed the burning in his eyes, and lay down and said in a muffled voice:
"If you don't behave yourself, I'll replace you."

That pretty face cannot be described as beautiful, it can only be described as pretty and full of childishness.

Too immature, I can't do it.

Ying Ling lowered her head and said "oh", and then she did the green massage obediently.

She had finally made it through numerous rounds of screening and fought her way out of the siege among three hundred women to be by the side of Prince Cheng Jiao. People envied her for being able to circle the city of Xianyang three times, but if she was driven back, she would have to jump into the well.

Ying Ling is very skilled at massaging.

Ying Chengjiao just felt relaxed all over. The physical comfort took away the mental fatigue, and he fell asleep in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard some commotion.

He thought the commotion would soon die down.

So he took the pillow, buried his head in it, and continued to sleep on his side.

More than ten breaths passed, but the commotion still did not disappear.

Ying Chengjiao opened his eyes.

I was a little confused at first, but after blinking twice I quickly regained clarity.

This is his bedroom, Li Yi Palace.

In Chengjiao Palace, his words are more effective than Wang Ling's, especially in Li Yigong, the center of Chengjiao Palace.

In his memory, the only people who could argue with the beautiful palace ladies around him were the new servants around a certain radical brother.

"Okay, stop pressing it, go down and have a rest." He said to Ying Ling, who was sweating all over, "Didn't I tell you to send anyone who comes away? Why is it still so noisy outside?"

While helping the young master to dress, Ying Ling said coquettishly:

"But the young master also said that we should treat the female Gongzi Huang well."

(End of this chapter)