The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 44: Prince Chengjiao's first kill, Prince Gao of Zhao
"Brother..."

A'di's voice was very weak, and Ying Zheng could tell it.

He hardened his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Born in troubled times, if you want to be a king, it is not enough to be virtuous. Virtue can only conquer gentlemen, and gentlemen fear virtue, not power."

He held A-di's hands with his left hand and pulled them to the left.

Grab the end of the rope with your right hand and pull it to the right.

"But besides gentlemen like you, there are more villains in the world! You are even more cruel! Villains fear power! They don't fear virtue!"

[You have taught me a lot, and I am grateful to you, whether it is sincere or not. The only thing I am better than you and can teach you is killing.]
Ying Zheng gritted his teeth, his gums were bleeding from the great pressure, and his mouth was full of red.

His arms were shaking like they were when his head was pushed under water and he was nearly drowning.

This is the last struggle of life.

Ying Chengjiao felt a shock that was many times stronger than before, so he gave up.

With his eyes open, he completely let go of his body and handed his corpse over to his brother.

He stared blankly at Gongzi Gao's face.

The face was bruised, purple and swollen, like a big round purple eggplant splashed with tomato juice.

The exposed part of the tongue between the teeth was an abnormal dark purple color, as if it had been stained by eating low-quality dark purple candy.

Scattered punctate hemorrhages appear on the conjunctiva and the skin of the neck and face above the sulcus, just like a patient who is allergic to ultraviolet rays and has a bunch of small red spots when exposed to the sun.

For some reason, his eyes were particularly useful at this moment.

Like a scanner, it completely scanned all the features of Gongzi Gao's face.

It was connected to a printer, and thousands of copies were printed in real time. The images that existed in his mind would appear from time to time.

Prince Gao of Zhao State died.

When it got dark, torches were lit in the courtyard, making it brighter than during the day.

On the ground, Gongzi Gao's body had already been dealt with and thrown to the Supreme Court.

The floor was also cleaned, without a single speck of dirty stuff to be seen, and it was sprinkled with a layer of pollen ash, which smelled very pleasant.

The original servants of the house had all left.

Their master, Master Zhao Gao, had died, and someone from the palace came to take them back to report. Their future fate was still to be slaves.

Young Master Cheng Jiao sat silently on the ground, hugging his knees with his hands.

Since he didn't say anything, the people he brought with him kept silent too, and they kept watch with him at the crime scene of the murder of Prince Gao of Zhao.

In fact, Master Chengjiao had spoken a lot since he killed Master Zhao Gao. He had asked the guards, driver and others to leave first three times.

The last time was still heavy, let them go.

But how can that be possible?
At such a critical moment, they must, of course, accompany their young master.

There are many people and the atmosphere is strong, so the young master is not afraid.

Whoever leaves at this time is not a human being!
Most of these people grew up watching Ying Chengjiao, and have all received help from Ying Chengjiao to varying degrees.

This most virtuous prince, the child prodigy of the Qin State, had long been not just a prince in their hearts, but also their most beloved son.

This is an emotional transgression, they know it, but they can't control it.

Ying Zheng, who had the right to speak, did not say a word.

It would be best for the younger brother to get through this hurdle alone, and he believed that his younger brother could definitely get through it.

From the moment he saw his brother vomiting after eating in the Tingwei Prison, he knew that his brother had a cruel nature in his bones.

Bang bang~!
In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door of a house where someone had just died. The wind seemed a little cold, creating a very horror movie-like atmosphere.

No one in the courtyard was afraid.

They are all lucky ones who have rolled in a pile of dead bodies and survived by chance. Ghosts are not as scary as the battlefield.

The guards looked at each other, and all of them looked a little more alert.

There is a curfew in Xianyang at night, and anyone who knocks on the door at this time is not a good person.

The three guards formed a triangle and walked towards the gate, two of them supporting each other, walking at a moderate pace.

The leading guard shouted:

"Who's out there?"

"I am Wang Jian. Are you here, sir?" A familiar voice came in, and Ying Chengjiao moved slightly.

The guards who had been extremely vigilant all relaxed.

Three guards opened the door, and the two guards at the back walked up quickly and stood side by side with the leader.

With a creak, the door opened.

In the light of the fire, a strong man wearing a black soap towel, with beards on his cheeks, hair on his lips, and a messy beard on his chin walked in.

The first thing he did when entering the door was to stare at the three people who opened the door with his big eyes.

"Three of you are standing side by side. Are you afraid that my sword is not powerful enough and I can't kill you one by one? Are you standing in a row so that I can kill three of you with one sword?!"

Pointing at the three people who didn't know where to put their hands.

"This is curfew! When investigating, do not put your hands on the hilt of your sword! That's what I taught you! Huh?!"

The leading guard smiled awkwardly.

"It's not because I heard the adults' voices that I felt a little more relaxed..."

"Bullshit!" Wang Jian cursed, his beard rising up, his mouth hidden in the black beard, and he said: "What if a thief kidnaps me and forces me to open the door? What if there is a ventriloquist in the world who imitates my voice? What if..."

"My Lord, my Lord!" The guard on the left who followed up interrupted hurriedly, facing Wang Jian's increasingly angry eyes, and whispered: "Let's take care of Master Gu first."

"Young Master? How is Young Master?" Wang Jian took a close look at Young Master Cheng Jiao and found nothing unusual.

"The young master has killed someone." The guard put his hands to his mouth and said in a low voice.

“You actually let the young master do it himself!” Wang Jian was furious. He pointed at the three unlucky guys in front of him and cursed in a low voice: “A bunch of trash!”

As he spoke, he hurriedly ran to the young master's side and glanced at Ying Zheng, who was sitting next to the young master, with a little surprise.

He squatted down and said calmly and forcefully:

"Wang Jian is late, please forgive me, sir!"

"Hmm." Young Master Cheng Jiao, who had not spoken for a long time, made a sound through his nose.

Everyone was delighted and thought to themselves that it must be Lord Wang Jian.

Ying Chengjiao raised his head, his hands still hugging his knees.

When everyone saw the expressionless little face under the light of the fire, they inexplicably felt a little fear in their hearts.

"Let them all go out." Ying Chengjiao said lightly, keeping his voice and expression consistent.

Wang Jian turned his head, his face dark with anger.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Everyone saluted with fists, left the house in an orderly manner and closed the door.

Wang Jian turned his head back, as if changing his expression, and said with concern and worry:
"Sir, are you okay?"

Ying Chengjiao's voice was very weak, and he said in a deep voice:

"Something happened."

Wang Jian was really anxious.

In name, he was the driver of Master Chengjiao, but in reality, everyone else treated him as Master Chengjiao's confidant, and he himself thought so too.

Just like Han Ming, the Minister of Chariots, serves the King of Qin, and Mi Yang, the Minister of Central Chariots, serves the Queen.

He thought he knew Master Chengjiao better than those useless guards, and knew how virtuous Master Chengjiao was. He thought he was afraid because his own master had killed someone.

[These bastards! How dare they let the young master kill someone when I was only gone? They are just rubbish!]
"Don't be afraid, sir! With Wang Jian here, no villain can come! No evil spirits dare to get close to me!"

Ying Chengjiao pointed at his butt.

"I'm not afraid, but I feel numb from sitting."

Point to the legs.

“It’s numb here too.

"Send the people away and carry me into the carriage."

[There were so many people just now...]
Wang Jian: "..."

Ying Zheng: "..."

(End of this chapter)