The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 70 Li Chong's Mission to Zhao
Late at night.

Inside Li Yi Palace, candles were brightly lit.

Ying Zheng was holding a bamboo slip and reciting a book.

He had taken a nap during the day and now he was in good spirits, with no more red bloodshot in his eyes.

When his grandfather and younger brother asked him to go out and play together, he did not go because he wanted to study.

The Huaqing Palace was filled with mist and the scent of sandalwood.

The scent of sandalwood has the effect of calming the mind, relieving emotions and relaxing the mood.

After a day of playing, Ying Chengjiao, who had also made up for his sleep during the day, lay on the massage bed with his face in the hole at the head of the bed, humming a song in comfort.

Except for a towel draped over her buttocks, the rest of her body was naked.

An old eunuch who had been trained by the Imperial Medical Bureau was giving the young master a massage with skillful techniques.

He is meticulous and extremely serious.

Kneading, pinching, hammering and knocking all show the master's style.

"Captain Ying, is your son feeling better?" Ying Chengjiao asked.

The old eunuch had no surname, only one called Chang, which was given to him by Ying Chengjiao.

In Chengjiao Palace, almost all people without surnames have the surname Ying.

"Thanks to you, young master, the imperial physician examined him and prescribed medicine, and he is now well." The old eunuch smiled as he spoke of his son.

His son was not his biological son, but one who had just been adopted from the clan, a boy who was so sick that he was waiting to die at home.

"It's fine as long as you are well. Tomorrow, take the prescription written by the imperial physician and go to the Shaofu to withdraw money."

"Yes." Ying Chang responded naturally.

Everyone in Chengjiao Palace was used to the virtue of Prince Chengjiao.

After working in the palace until the age of 25, one can choose to receive a very considerable sum of money and leave the palace. This is a happy event, and most of the waiters are willing to do so.

Only Cheng Jiao Palace was left. Last year, three of them grew up to be twenty-five, and none of them left.

In Chengjiao Palace, there were only servants who were kicked out because they annoyed Master Chengjiao, and no one left on their own initiative.

Enjoying the massage and smelling the sandalwood, Young Master Chengjiao fell asleep on the bed.

At some point, he felt someone touching his head and calling his name.

I opened my eyes and saw my father sitting beside the bed.

Ying Chengjiao was a little embarrassed.

They met each other in broad daylight, called each other rebellious sons and fathers, and one of them even let his father be slapped by his grandfather.

There is still some resentment.

He asked Lu Buwei today and found out that he only had nine days off a year. What a cumbersome schedule!

Qin Zichu looked natural, the slap marks on his face had long disappeared, as if nothing had happened during the day.

"Are you still angry? This is all father's fault. Father shouldn't have kept it from you. Father apologizes to you."

Ying Chengjiao, who had made up his mind to respond coldly, failed and said with lowered eyebrows:

"I didn't expect my grandfather to come, so I responded in a more intense way."

Qin Zichu waved his hand, indicating that these things should not be mentioned anymore.

"You are only seven years old, you are just a child."

"Alas, it is this child's body that makes me childish." Ying Chengjiao blamed his own body.

He had read a report in his previous life.

It tells the story of a 60-year-old man who successfully underwent a heart transplant, and the heart donor was a young man in his twenties.

The old man, who used to like quietness, fell in love with playing basketball and would go to the court to show off every day.

I would often sit in front of the TV and watch martial arts dramas, imitating the moves and pretending to be a hero.

[A heart in its twenties can cause a great change in the temperament of an old man.]
[I am made up of seven-year-old parts, so I act childish from time to time.]
The father and son chatted some more.

When Qin Zichu stood up to leave, he asked casually:

"Your brother is going to the Palace of Observation and Diligence in Learning tomorrow. Do you want to go?"

"No!" Ying Chengjiao refused decisively, saying, "I've figured it out. I'm not going to be a king, so why should I learn so much?"

"When you were six, you told me you didn't want to be king and asked me to bring Zheng'er back. Do you still think so when you're seven... How about giving it a try? Study one hour less every day? Work five days and rest one day?"

“If you don’t try, you won’t learn.”

"What about studying two hours less every day, working five hours and having two hours off?"

"Not learn."

"…If you don't want to learn, then don't learn. By the way, how is your great mother's health recently?"

"I'm fine, I just miss you." Qin Zichu nodded silently and moved away.

Ying Chengjiao shouted at his father's back:

"Didn't you seize the queen's power and break up with her? Can't you go see your great mother?"

The prince's figure was hidden in the mist, and his voice was faint.

"You're still young, you don't understand."

The first year of Qin Wangzhu’s reign, November 30th, at the hour of Mao.

Young Master Zheng came to the Guanzheng Qinxue Hall alone, feeling a little depressed.

Enter and look around.

The leader is the teacher.

Below, there was a person kneeling on the cushion where his younger brother should have been.

Ying Zheng looked at his face and thought that this man was about eleven or twelve years old, not much older than himself, and unlikely to be another teacher.

He narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"Who are you?"

The man leaned forward slightly to show respect.

He cupped his hands, following the correct etiquette, and replied with a smile:

"Wang Wan, at the order of the Crown Prince, has come here to accompany the eldest son in his studies."

The teacher of the first class today is in his prime. He is Gangcheng Jun Cai Ze, who once served as the prime minister of Qin State.

When Cai Ze saw the eldest son arrive, he began to prepare for the lecture.

From other teachers, he learned that the eldest son was eager to learn and respected his teachers.

Therefore, when he looked at the eldest son, there was a hint of fondness in his eyes.

"Take a seat."

Ying Zheng did not take his seat.

He looked at Cai Ze, pointed at the straw mat under Wang Wan's seat, and said in an almost interrogative tone:

"Master, this belongs to my disciple, how can it be used by others?"

Cai Ze frowned.

"It does not matter."

[This is just a common straw mat, not something precious.]
The eldest son emphasized his tone.

"It's important."

He walked quickly to Wang Wan's side, his voice remaining cold.

"stand up!"

Wang Wan suppressed his anger and stood up silently.

Ying Zheng moved his brother's straw mat and small desk to the northeast corner of the hall.

He called the officer holding the axe outside the door to come in, pointed at two objects in the corner, and said:

"No one is allowed to touch my brother's things."

The officer holding the axe took a look and bowed his head in response.

"only."

Ying Zheng pointed at Wang Wan, who was standing alone with a sullen look on his face, and instructed the palace attendant:
"Give my companion a straw mat and a table."

at the same time.

Zhao State, Handan.

Li Chong, who was sent on a diplomatic mission to Zhao State by the order of the Crown Prince of Qin and the Queen of Qin, was waiting at the post station to meet the King of Zhao.

Two hours later, Li Chong was led by the eunuchs into the Zhao Palace, Xin Palace.

Entering the palace, Li Chong stood in the center of the hall.

You don't need to use your eyes to feel the murderous intent everywhere.

Every single one of Zhao's civil and military officials looked at him with great hostility.

King Zhao was sitting on a high platform, looking down from above and saying:

"How much grain did you bring as the Qin envoy? Was it a million dan?"

Li Chong said in a calm and composed voice:

"I only brought my rations with me. When I arrived in Handan, I had just finished eating them. I had no more food left."

"How dare you!" King Zhao was furious and pointed at Li Chong and said, "Come here! Capture this arrogant boy for me!"

(End of this chapter)