The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 53 Two Stubborn People
After Qin Wangzhu finished speaking, he was the first to stand up and leave, with his back slightly hunched.

Han Ming, the commander of the carriage department, glanced at Master Cheng Jiao, sighed, and went to prepare the carriage.

The king's car was soon ready.

Han Ming has been doing this all his life and is very familiar with it.

The carriage commander helped the king into the carriage and took the fishy black handkerchief handed to him by the king.

The words that were originally intended to plead for Master Cheng Jiao changed when they reached his lips.

"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Take care of yourself..."

Qin Wangzhu used his black sleeve to wipe away the non-existent red at the corners of his mouth. This had become a habitual action.

He would wipe it every time he coughed.

Sometimes it sticks, sometimes it doesn't.

He hasn't worn any other colors in months.

"Haha." Qin Wangzhu smiled and said to Han Ming, who had followed him for more than ten years and finally became the Minister of the Chariot House last year, "If I take care of myself, I don't know how many people will be angry and wish I would die."

Han Ming knelt on the floor of the carriage with tears in his eyes, and his words showed the sharpness of his youth.

"I am willing to kill the traitors for my king!"

Qin Wangzhu lowered his body and slid down the rear wall of the carriage, his excess fat resting on the newly replaced brocade mattress.

"But, I am the traitor..."

"Kings!"

"Don't make any noise or disturbance."

Qin Wangzhu was in a daze, staring at the roof of the car with unfocused eyes.

He looked and looked, and said in a dreamy tone:
"Han Ming."

"I'm here, I'm here." Han Ming responded in a low voice with tears in his eyes.

"Qie'er doesn't want to play billiard anymore, he wants to do state affairs. I'm really happy."

"I am delighted for your majesty. It is a great fortune for Qin to have a prince."

The old Qin King laughed foolishly and said:
“Although his words and actions are very childish, he is only seven years old. What child at the age of seven can take the initiative to do state affairs?
"Gan Mao had a grandson named Gan Luo, who was one year younger than Jiao'er. He was said to be eloquent and eloquent. They all said he could rival Jiao'er.

"I don't think it can compare, what do you think?"

Han Ming, the commander of the Chariot Office, lowered his head, wiped away his tears, and bared his big yellow teeth. His smile was not very pretty.

"Very far, about five hundred steps away. He can't even see your back."

Qin Wangzhu was a little unhappy.

"Only five hundred steps? I think it's at least eight hundred steps."

Han Ming naturally changed his words.

"Your Majesty is right. I am short-sighted. I missed three hundred steps."

The old King of Qin then smiled, with wrinkles on his face.

"Qie'er loved to play as much as I did at first.

"I am a little tired of playing around now and want to manage government. He is also tired of playing around and wants to take care of state affairs.

"You look like me, we are so alike."

The smile faded and there was a hint of sadness on his face.

"But, my time is running out... I won't be able to see the day when Jiao'er grows strong.

"Han Ming.

"You said that if I abstain from women, meat, and greasy food from today on, can I live a few more years?"

Han Ming kowtowed to the ground.

The voice was not loud, but the tone was firm, as if swearing:

"May the king live a thousand years!"

The old King of Qin pressed his chest.

It hurts so much there that I have to press it down to feel better. It's an old problem.

After a pause, he said:

"shit.

"Peng Zu only lived for 800 years. If he lived for a thousand years, would he still be a human being?

“I don’t ask for much, I will thank heaven and earth if I can see Cheng Jiao crowned.

“When the ruler is young, the country is in doubt.

"Success is from childhood, failure is from childhood.

"He is too small, too small..."

There was the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground, and two snorts.

After waiting for too long, they became impatient and wanted to run.

Qin Zhu raised his right hand and waved it gently.

"Qiao'er shouldn't go. He has been stubborn since he was young.

"Go and see why Ying Zheng hasn't come yet." Han Ming responded with a "yes", lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

The sunlight from the east sun had not yet blended with the candlelight in the carriage before it was driven out by the curtains.

The old King of Qin was sitting alone.

The candlelight was bright, revealing the wrinkles on his face and his old age.

"I don't want to die. I haven't lived enough..."

The car body sank, and the voice of the carriage official requesting to come in was heard.

King Zhu of Qin agreed.

Han Ming lifted the curtain and walked in, with an extremely cautious expression on his face, and looked at King Qin tentatively.

The King of Qin was impatient.

"Tell me something!"

Han Ming bowed his head and saluted.

"Young Master Zheng must stand with Young Master Cheng Jiao...

"He said, 'If my brother doesn't go, I won't go either.'"

Silence, no response.

Han Ming, with his head lowered, could not see King Qin's expression, but he had other ways to judge King Qin's emotions.

He had been driving for Qin Zhu since he was still the Lord of An Guo, and was very familiar with the King of Qin.

He was so familiar with Qin Wangzhu that he could roughly guess his mood from his breathing frequency.

[Breathing is smooth, slightly rapid.]
[My king is surprised, and perhaps a little surprised.]
He made a judgment before daring to raise his head.

Sure enough, there was a trace of fading joy on the King of Qin's face.

The old King of Qin lay on the brocade mattress and closed his eyes.

"It's still early, I'm a little tired from playing, I'll take a nap first.

"Send someone to look after those two guys.

"When you have stood enough, bring them to the carriage and go to Yongcheng with me."

Most elderly people sleep less, but Qin Wangzhu is an exception.

Keen on studying beauties for many years, he toiled day and night, doing software hardening engineering from his youth to his old age.

This requires him to replenish his energy and conserve his strength from time to time.

He lay there and fell asleep immediately. After a while, he fell asleep and began to snore.

When the snoring stopped, Qin Wangzhu licked his dry lips and slowly sat up from the bed.

As soon as the car curtain was lifted, the sun came in brightly.

He identified the direction and found that the sun was setting.

"What time is it? Where are those two guys? Why didn't they wake me up?" His voice was a little hoarse.

Han Ming, who had been sitting in the front room, waiting for the Qin King's pillar, poured water for the Qin King and said:

“Drink water, Your Majesty.

“It’s been more than two quarters of an hour.

"The two gentlemen...are still standing..."

Qin Wangzhu was originally drinking slowly with small sips, but after hearing this, he swallowed it all in one gulp and said in amazement:

"Still standing? It's been almost an hour, right?"

"One and a half hours and a quarter..." Han Ming corrected in a low voice.

"These two stubborn guys!" Qin Wangzhu said angrily, "Call them here immediately!"

"Your Majesty, the two young masters are not coming..." Han Ming looked embarrassed.

Qin Wangzhu knocked the cup, and the remaining water in the cup splashed everywhere.

"Why are you so stupid!

"How strong can these two kids be? Bring them here to me by force!"

The brothers Ying Zheng and Ying Chengjiao stood in front of the King of Qin.

His lips turned pale and his face became even paler.

The nine-year-old Ying Zheng looked better and stood with his hands hanging at his sides.

The seven-year-old Ying Chengjiao looked like he might faint at any moment. He stood with his trembling hands raised flat on his back and his lips pursed.

King Zhu of Qin forcibly held down Ying Chengjiao's hands and picked up his grandson.

Ying Chengjiao put up a stubborn resistance and twisted his body in the King of Qin's arms, still trying to raise his hands.

"Private seal." The boy's voice was hoarse due to lack of water and fatigue.

Qin Wangzhu was both angry and distressed.

"Private seal, private seal, that's all I know, private seal, I'm willing to sacrifice my life for the private seal! Do you think I look like a private seal?"

(End of this chapter)