The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 68: Master Chengjiao puts his knowledge into practice
Qin Zichu looked extremely unhappy when his second son contradicted him in person.

But after the incident of “the queen, the prince, and the dog are not allowed to enter”, he knew very well that his second son would only respond to soft tactics and not hard ones, so he could not be forced.

So he adjusted his mindset, suppressed his anger, and seamlessly transformed from a strict father to a kind father.

"Cheng Jiao, your father is very disappointed in you."

As he spoke, he bent down, his thin body slowly lowered, until his hands were on his knees, his head only half an inch away from his second son's raised head.

"In order to send you off, your father has to get up earlier than you every day. You are tired, but isn't your father tired too?"

Gongzi Zheng, who was not the main bearer, pursed his lips.

Thinking about their father who came to pick them up to go to the Guanzheng Qinxue Hall every day, and then thinking about their indulgence yesterday, they felt very guilty.

The person who was mainly taught a lesson was Ying Chengjiao. When he saw that his father did not use his power to suppress him as before, but appealed to reason with him, his anger subsided a little.

Staring, folding his arms, he said coldly:
"Father, come and pick us up. Was it our brothers' request?"

"No."

"Since it's not our request, then your getting up early is none of our business. We can go to the Palace of Study and Politics on our own."

Qin Zichu was very angry, thinking that his second son was somewhat ungrateful and still as rude as before.

He then raised his voice and listed one by one everything he had done for his second son.

"How is it none of your business? I woke up so early because of you!
"I will find famous teachers for you. You will have a new teacher for each subject you learn. All teachers are great masters. Do you know how many people I have mobilized and how many good things I have said?

“When I was young, I wanted to find a famous teacher but couldn’t. Now that you have a teacher, you should study more and make up for the knowledge I wanted to learn but couldn’t when I was young.

“You came to me and said you wanted to study, and I provided you with the best learning conditions. Doesn’t this have anything to do with you?

“But what are you doing?
"Playing mahjong is a waste of time!
"Are you worthy of me?"

Gongzi Zheng walked forward and lowered his head.

"It's our fault, please calm down, father."

Ying Chengjiao tried to pull his brother's arm but failed. He ran to his brother and said to him:

"What a mistake!
He turned around and confronted his father without showing any weakness.

"You got up early because you wanted to. It has nothing to do with us. We didn't ask you to get up. If you insist on thinking that getting up early is our fault, then I studied for you. All the suffering I have endured in the past five days is because of you."

Qin Zichu pointed at his nose and said loudly:

"For me? You study for yourself! How can I benefit from your study for your own growth?"

Ying Chengjiao wanted to refute what his father said one by one, but he was interrupted by his father after he said just one sentence, which made him even angrier.

"When Father was speaking just now, I did not interrupt him, so he should have listened to me finish my words.

"Father doesn't listen to me. Is this a sign of courtesy?"

Qin Zichu stood up straight.

As he spoke those words just now, he felt more and more that he had done enough for his position as the second son, and he became more and more confident.

The second son did not make a fuss, which made him more determined in his ideas and lost his patience.

He stood in front of the second son, his shadow completely covering him, and said righteously:
"I don't have time to listen to your sophistry. I gave birth to you, so you should listen to me. Now get dressed, eat, and go to class."

"Father, you don't want to reason anymore, right?" Ying Chengjiao asked seriously.

"Reason." Qin Zichu looked at his second son, whose face was greasy and eyes were red from staying up late, and said in a stern voice, "I am the reason!"

"Cai." Ying Chengjiao nodded and shouted loudly: "Someone come!"

Wang Jian led two eunuchs in, bent slightly, and waited for orders.

"You brat!" the prince was shocked and angry.

Dou pointed at his second son and was about to continue speaking.

"I don't have time to listen to my father's sophistry!" Ying Chengjiao interrupted, pointing at the prince and saying to Wang Jian: "Get out!"

The next moment, the prince, the embodiment of truth, was driven out of the palace before he could even utter a word.

"You bastard! Just wait! Let me see how many people you have in your Chengjiao Palace!"

Qin Zichu, who was once again driven out of the palace, threatened fiercely, boarded the extremely simple four-horse carriage, and left Chengjiao Palace. With one order, officials were drawn from the palaces other than Chengjiao Palace.

The internal attendant Ying Bai reminded:

"Prince, the king's side..."

Qin Zichu responded with a cold face:
"I have sent someone to invite him, so that this fellow won't think he has someone to back him up!"

Ying Bai: “…”

Qin Zichu hung the sword at his waist and snorted coldly.

"This brat is relying on his father's favor. Today I will stop him from thinking this way! Does he think that my father will side with him in this matter?"

The young officials in groups of five and ten gathered quickly, all looking and feeling very energetic.

Looking down from the sky, the interior of the Central Palace was filled with people like ants, all in good order.

From different places, gathering towards one direction and one location.

An hour later.

Except for the necessary officials who stayed behind, all the palaces in Zhangtai Palace, Ganquan Palace, Xingle Palace and other palaces gathered outside at the order of the crown prince.

In the end, there were three thousand people standing outside Chengjiao Palace.

When he looked down at the rising sun, he was dazzled by the bright light from the armor.

Lined up in neat formation and filled with murderous aura, these three thousand officials looked like they were really ready to attack the city!
Qin Zichu did not ride in a carriage, but on a war horse, and was at the front as a vanguard.

Anger burned in his heart and in his eyes.

[I must teach this brat a lesson today!]
He looked up at the palace wall, raised his whip and pointed at the officer guarding the wall of Chengjiao Palace.

"As the crown prince, I order you to open the door!"

A small figure appeared on the city wall, not afraid of the strong wind.

"As a young master, I tell you not to open it!"

Qin Zichu looked at his second son standing on the city wall, exposed and unprotected, as if he would fall down with a gust of wind. He was shocked and angry.

[How dare he climb so high!]
He took the whip and swung it downwards, and there was a crackling sound.

"Rebellious son! Get off now!"

"You're a rebel! Get up here if you can!"

"Rebellious son! Rebellious son! Just wait! After we take over the city, I will beat your ass to pieces!"

"What are you bragging about? The teacher said that none of the five palaces in Xianyang had siege equipment. Why don't you attack and let me see?"

"Didn't the master tell you that Xianyang has all the bows and crossbows?"

"I said so, so I'm standing here, let's see who dares to shoot the arrow."

"Okay, okay!" Qin Zichu laughed angrily.

[This motherf*ck has been learning this for five days, and he is using it all on me?]
The warhorse took two steps forward and backward, just like Qin Zichu's wavering heart. He was actually forced into a difficult situation by his seven-year-old son.

He originally wanted to display his military strength to force the guards of Chengjiao Palace to understand the seriousness of the situation and open the door.

The second son came to the scene to command, which disrupted his plan.

storm?

As the second son said, there were no siege engines.

Not to mention three thousand, even ten thousand wouldn’t be enough to get in.

Since they couldn't fight, the three thousand warriors just stood outside in a daze. Every minute and every second was a blow to his prestige.

How can you convince others if you can’t even take care of your own seven-year-old child?
While Qin Zichu was hesitating, the five-horse royal chariot was speeding towards him and had already reached the end of the 3,000-strong army.

　I typed this on my phone, so it's hard to type. Although the plot was already outlined, my head was confused and the details were not well written. I thought half a chapter was nothing, so I forced myself to write a thousand words. This is the only way I can write it in this state, sorry sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)