The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 41 Mouth full of shit
Ying Zheng's face turned red and his body was sweating.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the whip tightly, whipping the boy again and again, tirelessly and harder and harder.

But Zhao Gao was like a spinning top. The harder he was beaten, the more excited he became.

"Do you think you are a human being just because you came to Qin? You have been a dog all your life! A Qin dog crying for your mother to save your life!

"You're being beaten and still have the nerve to cry? I've only heard of maids raising sons before, but I've never seen a maid become a maid because of giving birth to a son. You really opened my eyes!

"Prime Minister Lin's reputation was ruined by you! He was called a treacherous prime minister and is now bedridden due to illness. This is all because of you, dog!
"Try harder! Is this all you can do? What? Can't you get enough to eat even after coming to Qin? Do you want to compete with those beggars for food?
"Dog! Qin dog! Hahaha!"

The light yellow jumpsuit on Zhao Gao's body was torn into pieces, and inside the cuts was bloody flesh.

Every time the whip landed, his head would shake violently, either downward or upward.

As he got more excited, he started cursing even louder.

"Come on! Keep going! Get under my crotch and see if I can urinate like you, the Qin dog!
"Drown me in the water! See if I will squirt out shit like you, the Qin dog!
"You are a dirty, filthy dog ​​who only knows how to wag its tail and beg for mercy. Are you worthy of being a prince? Pah!
"The Qin State actually treated a dog as a prince. A dog prince! Hahaha!"

Ying Zheng's teeth made a "crackling" sound, and the guards who were close by could hear it clearly.

After another fierce blow of the whip, the tip of the whip hung on the ground.

His arm felt a little thicker when he first saw the size of it. With a slight shake of his wrist, the whip made of thick hemp rope spun "whoosh" and was held tightly in his palm.

He rushed forward and wrapped the whip around Zhao Gao's neck four times.

The whip tied Zhao Gao's neck to the wooden pillar of the stable, like a python wrapping its body around its prey and trying to kill it.

Ying Zheng grabbed one end of the whip with one hand and exerted force to the left and right with both hands.

The twine tightened.

Zhao Gao had difficulty breathing and was suffocating. He opened his mouth and exhaled "ho ho", and his eyes became more and more bulging.

Only when he saw Zhao Gao's face turn black and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets did Ying Zheng stop exerting his strength.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Zhao Gao opened his mouth wide and lowered his head to breathe, greedily swallowing the air that smelled of beasts.

Ying Zheng grabbed Zhao Gao's hair and pulled it back suddenly.

Zhao Gao's head hit the wooden pillar with a loud bang. His mind went blank and his eyes turned white with stars flashing.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Before Zhao Gao saw Ying Zheng's face, he heard Ying Zheng's voice first.

After two or three breaths, his vision slowly recovered.

Looking at Ying Zheng, whose pupils were dark and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he laughed.

This face twisted with anger did not frighten him, but instead gave him a sense of pleasure.

“I know what you want to do.

“You want me to sleep in a pigsty, covered in human shit and eat pig shit, just like we treated you.

"Ying Zheng, oh Ying Zheng, not only are you afraid of death, you are also stupid! You are a stupid dog!

"In order to stay alive, you have to do whatever we tell you to do. But we can't kill you anyway, hahahaha!"

Zhao Gao spat fiercely.

He wanted to spit on Ying Zheng's face, but Ying Zheng dodged him.

"In Zhao, I'll let you eat it!" Zhao Gao looked down at the spit on the ground, raised his eyelids, and sneered: "Do you think I'm as stupid as you, a stupid dog? We don't dare to kill you, do you dare to kill me?"

He tilted his neck back to reveal a hemp rope whip.

"Slap me in the face, try it?"

In Zhao State, they could humiliate Ying Zheng in any way they wanted, except leaving any scars on his face.

Not leaving a scar on Ying Zheng's face was to save face for the Qin State. Zhao Gao knew very well what he had done and knew that it was a luxury to get the Qin dog's forgiveness.

Since you can't avoid physical pain, why not just curse your heart out!
Both are protons.

If the State of Zhao did not dare to kill this Qin dog, then the State of Qin would not dare to kill him, the prince of Zhao.

The existence of protons in various countries is to provide a buffer for each other.

The Battle of Changping between Qin and Zhao lasted for three years.

For three years, Qin Yiren, the hostage of Qin State, was not killed. It was not until the news of Bai Qi's massacre of 450,000 Zhao soldiers was sent back to Handan that the King of Zhao decided to kill him.

Proton's life in a hostile country will not be very comfortable, but his life will not be in danger unless something major happens.

Ying Zheng was panting like a cow, his breath was hot, that was the anger that could not be vented.

Zhao Gao laughed out loud.

His laughter became even happier and more wanton, as if he had tied Ying Zheng to a wooden stake and whipped him.

He was smiling happily with his eyes closed when suddenly something soft and sticky was stuffed into his mouth, muffling his laughter.

A strong foul odor was detected by the nose.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the seven-year-old prince of Qin, who was half a head taller than him, holding a cloth handkerchief and a pile of horse manure and stuffing it into his mouth.

His eyes were wide open as if they were about to burst, and he felt nauseous and the urge to vomit came quickly and strongly.

Ying Chengjiao felt resistance on his hand, quickly let go, and pulled his brother away.

The two brothers stood three meters away, and Bupa had not yet fallen to the ground.

Zhao Gao kept vomiting, and his body was covered with filth, as if he had fallen into a cesspool.

"You're full of shit!" Ying Chengjiao pouted, covered his nose with one hand, and said with disgust: "What are you talking about, brother? Does he understand human language?"

With the other hand he pointed to a foot-high pile of horse manure in the stable.

"Come two people, fill this Zhao dog with water!"

Two guards stepped forward, grinning grimly, not minding the dirt.

One of them pried open Zhao Gao's mouth, and the other took horse manure with his bare hands and stuffed it in despite Zhao Gao's "wuuuu" resistance.

Just now, Zhao Gao called Ying Zheng a Qin dog, which made all the Qin people present feel angry and wanted to kill this damn prince of Zhao.

The Qin State today is no longer the Qin State of two hundred years ago. The Qin State has stood up long ago!
The manure filling was not going smoothly.

Zhao Gao ate while spouting, making little progress.

Ying Chengjiao frowned and called a halt.

He called two guards and gave them a few instructions. The two guards clasped their fists and ran out.

Zhao Gao, who was covered in dirt, retched for a long time, cursing as he vomited:
"Little Qin dog! You are not a human son! You are a slave's adopted son!"

Ying Chengjiao remained unmoved.

Ying Zheng was so angry that he wanted to step forward again, but was stopped by his younger brother.

"Let him curse." Ying Chengjiao said indifferently, "Let me see what else he can curse."

Zhao Gao only knew that Ying Chengjiao was extremely favored in the Qin State and had a very high status. He did not understand Ying Chengjiao and could not prescribe the right remedy like he did when scolding Ying Zheng.

After cursing for a long time, he kept using words like "boy", "son of a slave", and "little Qin dog" over and over again.

The more Ying Chengjiao listened, the sleepier he became.

[With this level of attack power, not even a single family member in our Zaun can be protected.]
"Aren't you angry?" Ying Zheng asked his brother.

He felt his blood boiling when he heard this. Why didn't his brother react at all?
"What are you angry about?" Ying Chengjiao rolled his eyes in boredom and said, "When I hear him scolding people, it sounds like he's acting like a spoiled child."

(End of this chapter)