The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 353: Car sex, Chu people don't owe anyone

The female phoenix.

Mi Huang.

The white cheeks are thin and the jaw is visible, and the bright eyes are like glass.

Her appearance was 50% good-looking in an era when whiteness, youth and thinness were generally considered beautiful. In the eyes of Ying Chengjiao, who came from that era, her appearance was also beautiful. However, this kind of beauty was not what the young man wanted.

Like a withered red rose, Lin Daiyu buried the flowers, lifeless, the poignant beauty that bloomed with the final sound of life was never what Ying Chengjiao wanted.

The summer sun spread its light, wanting to bring vitality to this once noble lady, but it was completely blocked outside by a big red umbrella.

Embroidered on the umbrella was a golden phoenix with its wings spread and its sharp claws pointed toward the sky. Its eyes sparkled with golden pride, just like its owner.

Mi Huang, who lost her loved ones and the protection of the Chu clan overnight, was still wearing a long red dress embroidered with gold and silver threads in this summer. She held her head high stubbornly, as if if she lowered it even a little bit her neck would be broken and she would die.

"What's wrong?" Ying Chengjiao walked out of the bedroom door, walked to Mi Huang, and asked with a smile.

"Give it to me." He reached out and took the umbrella handle from the waitress holding the umbrella, his tone gentle.

The waitress holding the umbrella blushed, her heart beat fast, and she uttered weakly, "Yes."

Just because Master Chengjiao said an extra interjection and his words were not in a commanding tone, she had a slight expectation of being able to climb onto the big bed in the back room of the palace in front of her.

"Why not go in?" Ying Chengjiao asked with a smile.

He had already given the order that if Miss Huang came to look for him, she should be let go.

The noise that lasted for dozens of breaths was not because Mi Huang wanted to break into the palace to see him, but because Mi Huang insisted on standing outside Li Yi Palace and waiting for him to wake up.

The commotion occurred because palace maids such as Ying Ping, Ying Yingwu, and Ying Yingying, who did not want to disturb his sweet dreams, urged Lady Huang to enter the palace.

"I want to go to Ganquan Palace." Mi Huang, whose skin was as white as porcelain, looked straight ahead, not looking at the boy, and spoke in a clear and cold voice.

A flame burned between the girl's eyebrows.

The ink paste carefully prepared by the master craftsman of Yin Palace is bright red, and after being sincerely embellished and decorated by the witches and shamans from the State of Chu, it looks like the real thing.

The boy raised his hand to test the temperature of the flame.

The girl did not hide.

Those eyes, which were still big but not as bright as before, were focused on the boy's face, just looking at him.

The young man stopped his finger an inch away from the flame and asked with a smile:

"Can I touch it?"

The girl didn't answer.

The boy asked again:

"You want me to accompany you?"

The girl pursed her lips and said "hmm" but didn't nod.

"Hmm." The young man put down his arms and behaved naturally without disturbing the burning fire of Chu.

"Young Master." Ying responded in a low voice.

"Let's prepare the carriage. I want to go to the palace."

"only."

"Prepare a second car."

"only."

"A car." Young Lady Huang suddenly spoke, raising her head.

Ying Chengjiao turned his head, looked puzzled, and blinked twice.

Ying Yingying, who was about to follow orders, did not move her feet. She glanced at the female master Huang, then at her own master, then lowered her head to look at her toes, feeling a little lost.

"One car." Princess Huang repeated.

"Okay." Ying Chengjiao smiled and nodded at the girl, then turned his head to Ying Yingying and said, "One car."

"only."

Yingying went to look for Hu.

Ying Chengjiao stood beside Mi Huang holding a golden phoenix umbrella with a red background.

In mid-summer, the peach blossoms that Ying Chengjiao transplanted for his mother were in full bloom.

Occasionally one or two petals fall, and although they cannot form a colorful scene of falling petals, they are still poetic.

"Is the food in the dining palace not tasty?" The young man followed a pink peach blossom that fell from a branch and said casually, "So skinny."

After the Queen Mother Huayang died, Ying Chengjiao spent a large sum of money to invite several master chefs from Chu, and asked the chefs in the palace to learn how to cook Chu dishes from these master chefs.

Apart from Chu, the most authentic Chu cuisine in the world today is from the Qin Dynasty's Food Palace.

Mi Huang followed the boy's gaze and saw nothing.

The peach blossom has fallen to the ground and is no longer noticeable.

She did not speak.

She was born and raised in Qin State. The food she ate at first was bean rice, barbecue, and stew. After Prince Chengjiao invented stir-frying, she started to eat stir-frying. Her favorite meat was pig meat.

Besides, her great-aunt would teach her the etiquette of the Chu State, read poems written by Qu Yuan to her, and take her to worship Dong Huang every year. She would also ask her not to lose her composure when she was frustrated, and to maintain her pride at all times, the pride of the Chu people.

Few people talked to her about the State of Chu, the ancient legends, the blazing flames, and the phoenix soaring in the sky.

She had never been to the State of Chu, and learned everything about the State of Chu from her great-aunt, who also taught her how to be a proud Chu person.

With her grandma gone, she lost most of her feelings for Chu. The remaining little bit also disappeared with the departure of Xiong Wen and Xiong Qi, who had said since childhood that they loved her and would fight for her.

She has never left the State of Qin, and during this month she sometimes even wondered whether there really is a country called Chu in this world.

She had no feelings for the State of Chu, so how could she like to eat Chu cuisine?

She believed that Ying Chengjiao, who had been a child prodigy since childhood, would be able to understand all of this as long as he was willing to think and reflect.

He did not.

She blinked unconsciously, and her heart in her chest beat slowly at a very stable frequency.

She raised her head slightly.

It’s not because some boy once teased her - don’t bow your head, the crown will fall off.

But her great-grandmother told her that at no time should she lose the pride of the Chu people.

She wanted to tell her grandma that she really didn't care now.

She is from Chu.

They are the Chu people mentioned by my great-aunt.

She understood Gongsun Longzi's logic and thought that what Gongsun Longzi said was absolutely correct.

Her world exists because of her, and the State of Chu exists because of her great-aunt.

My great-grandmother died for the Qin and Chu clans.

Well, she is willing too.

The sunlight shining through the umbrella turned red, like a blazing flame.

When she stood under the umbrella, she was standing in the flames, bathing in fire.

According to legend, the phoenix of the Chu State can be reborn from the fire.

Can the little phoenix, who does not recognize the identity of the Chu State from the bottom of his heart and is no longer loyal to the almighty Donghuang, be reborn?
If not.

The flames burned the body and it turned into ashes.

A carriage with four horses drove up and took the young couple away.

Ying Ling, a newcomer to Li Yi Palace, is dejected.

She wanted to sleep with Master Chengjiao, and she had never concealed it since she first entered the palace. She was not afraid of seeing the palace chief Ying Ping who had been with the Master the longest, nor was she afraid of seeing Ying Yingwu who was always chattering, but she was a little afraid of seeing Ying Yingying who could steal a kiss from the Master from time to time, just a little.

She was confident that her voice and appearance were as good as Ying Yingying's, and she had learned massage skills since childhood, so she was naturally qualified to have close contact with the young master.

She believed that it wouldn't be long before she could conquer the areas that Yingying hadn't unlocked. She had the pride to do so.

Sure enough, she was soon given a name because of her voice, the word "Ling".

Until today, she thought the advantage was hers.

She arrived late, and although she had seen Mi Huang before, she had never seen her so close.

After just this one meeting, she lost her fighting spirit.

In front of this cold and aloof young lady, she felt embarrassed even to stand there. What could she possibly use to fight for him?
Ying Ping covered his mouth and chuckled.

The other palace maids rushed forward with laughter and pushed the frustrated Ying Ling back into the palace.

"You are not proud anymore, are you? Do you know what real pride is like?"

"You have no idea? You haven't even met the Princess Qi yet!"

"If you have met Princess Qi, you will know what the real distance is!"

"The lady phoenix is ​​so aloof that you dare not say anything, which is reasonable. But the princess Qi is even more considerate than you are in dealing with people. She can't find any fault with you, but she can make you feel ashamed. You are ten times more embarrassed than this!"

"..."

The palace maids who were carefully selected to enter the palace were all beautiful. They chatted with each other, and the expressions on their faces were more beautiful than the peach blossoms in the palace.

The former location of Ganquan Palace.

Stones were piled up, craftsmen were everywhere, and everyone was working.

Young Master Cheng Jiao came in a carriage with four horses and stopped not far away.

Not long after, a young official came running over to ask the crown prince for instructions, but was stopped ten steps away from the carriage by the cold-faced swordsman Gai Nie, whose spirit had improved.

"Just take a look." The Sword Master looked listless, but fortunately his white clothes were finally as neat as usual, and his image was still acceptable.

The official responded and looked at Gai Nie who was listless. He didn't understand why the followers brought by Chang'an Jun were so bad. Could they protect Chang'an Jun?
It is said that one should not judge a book by its cover. This statement applies to people who are truly in a high enough position.

The first thing people see is their face. You can't judge by appearance, but what can you expect others to read your mind?

Inside the carriage, Mi Huang lifted the curtains and looked with her big eyes at the prototype of a palace with eight columns and built steps.

This is the location of Ganquan Palace, but the newly built palace is not in the style of Ganquan Palace.

She knew clearly that even if an identical Ganquan Palace was built on the original spot, it would not be the Ganquan Palace where her great-grandmother lived.

But after all, there is still some consolation.

"Don't you want to go down and take a look?" Ying Chengjiao glanced at the palace outside through the car window, stood up, and walked out of the car with a slightly bent body: "Wait for me, I will ask them to rebuild it according to the time when Grandmother Huayang was alive."

"Master Chengjiao." Mi Huang pulled the curtain of the carriage and asked softly, "I heard you said when you were a child that you can't eat cows casually, because cows can plough the fields. If you eat a cow, the land that was originally ploughed by the cow will have to be ploughed by people. Eating cows casually is like eating people."

Ying Chengjiao was in the carriage, in front of the door, ready to lift the curtain to leave, and nodded:

"Yes."

Mi Huang pointed out the car window, at the craftsmen working hard in the summer:
"Then you ask them to rebuild it, and destroy the stone steps and columns that have already been repaired, making their labor of more than a month go to waste. Isn't that cannibalistic?"

Ying Chengjiao smiled bitterly in his heart. The difference between the two and the reason behind them cannot be explained in a few words.

This involves economics and policies.

But to put it simply, just answering what Mi Huang asked can actually be very simple.

Because the Qin State provided money and food for the construction of this palace, these craftsmen did not work in vain.

If they could really get his order and extend the construction period, these craftsmen would definitely thank him in person and behind his back. Working for the government is much easier and less stressful than working for the nobles.

As long as you finish the work within the specified time limit and as long as you don't slack off or do the work without any problems, it is a job that will definitely be rewarded handsomely as long as you work hard.

In this era when hard work seems to be of little use, this is extremely rare.

Ying Chengjiao didn't say anything.

As he gained more knowledge, he understood very well that women are different from men.

The man asked questions in order to get answers, in order to be able to solve problems, which is rational thinking.

The woman asked the question in order to gain resonance, to vent her emotions, and it was emotional thinking.

Responding to emotions with rationality will not solve the problem, but will only intensify emotions.

"As long as you are happy." Ying Chengjiao said with a smile. He believed that he owed it to Queen Mother Huayang.

Xiong Wen and Xiong Qi have their own ideas. They don’t know if they can keep it, and they don’t know if they are willing to keep it when the time comes.

But the beautiful girl in front of him, who was as beautiful as an elf, was harmless, so he thought he should protect her for Queen Dowager Huayang.

But... at the moment, it seems that he won't be able to hold on for long.

Ying Chengjiao, who could not be said to be proficient in medicine but had certainly learned some basic knowledge, concluded that Mi Huang would not live long after carefully observing her face.

If the heart is dead, the body won’t last long.

Mi Huang turned her head and looked at the young man, with a beautiful smile on her lips.

Even though there was no smile in her big eyes, she was still beautiful.

Like a piece of fine china.

She lowered the car curtains to block out the sunlight and said with a smile:

"Please send the others away a hundred steps away. Huang wants to be alone with you for a while. Is that ok?"

Ying Chengjiao nodded and knocked on the wall of the carriage.

Hearing the noise, Hu Zaiwai, who was sitting in the front room of the car, asked:
"What do you want, my lord?"

"No one is allowed within a hundred steps around the carriage." Ying Chengjiao said.

"only."

The two groups of palace officials around the carriage dispersed under Hu's leadership and conveyed the crown prince's order to the officials who were already on duty there.

Gai Nie frowned when he heard this, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He took three quick steps towards the carriage.

After three steps, the Sword Master stopped, and then, as if thinking of something, he walked back with a dejected look on his face.

Hu was alert in his heart and asked in a low voice:

"Is the young master in danger? Is the female young master Huang very skilled in martial arts?"

Gai Nie shook his head and said nothing.

Inside the carriage, Mi Huang lifted the curtain for the second time and saw that all the officials were standing a hundred steps away. Their faces could no longer be seen clearly, so she lowered the curtain.

"Sir, can you please get closer to me?" Mi Huang glanced across at where Ying Chengjiao had just sat. "I heard that you and Bai Wuxia were riding in the same carriage, shoulder to shoulder. Why do you have to be five feet apart when you're riding with me?"

Ying Chengjiao's carriage with four horses was very large and spacious. It had a bed, a table, and chairs. It could be said to be a mobile living room.

Apart from the number of horses pulling the carriage in front and the decorations on the outside of the carriage, just looking at the interior of the carriage, the specifications of Ying Chengjiao's four-horse carriage are the same as those of the Five-Horse King's carriage.

Ying Chengjiao and Mi Huang were sitting on the left and right sides, with a large distance between them. This distance was not five feet as Mi Huang said, but eight feet and five centimeters, and Mi Huang said it was too little.

Ying Chengjiao hesitated for a moment and walked towards the left hand side where Mi Huang was patting with her left hand.

If he sat in this position, he would have to walk past Mi Huang, and would briefly lose sight of Mi Huang when he sat down.

Before I sat down, I heard rustling sounds behind me.

He turned around suddenly and swiftly grabbed Mi Huang's clothes which were half-pulled down to her arms.

"What?" The young man's mouth was dry. He pulled Mi Huang's clothes up to cover her snow-white shoulders.

"My lord, you saved Lord Yangquan." Mi Huang smiled, but her bright eyes still did not show a smile: "The people of Chu do not owe anyone anything."

(End of this chapter)