The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 82: Driving Wang Jian out of my palace

A four-horse carriage was traveling in the palace. The unique black bird pattern on the carriage allowed it to move smoothly. This was specially carved on the Qin King's pillar.

Inside the high carriage drawn by four horses, Ying Chengjiao did not kneel on the animal skins and silk on the couch, but on the wooden board in the middle of the carriage, with his buttocks resting on his heels.

Sit upright.

It used to be his least favorite position.

He didn't like being constrained, so when everyone taught him to sit upright, he became unwilling to do so even though he had no prejudice against sitting upright.

In his previous life, whenever he felt like cleaning up the house, he planned to do a big job.

At this time, if his mother shouted at him to clean up the house, he wouldn't want to do it.

It's as if I did it because you said so.

He asked the driver to drive slowly.

Kneeling on the solid wood board for a long time made his calves gradually numb.

But he didn't feel it.

He closed his eyes and his eyelids blinked unconsciously.

I hope to find a thread from my disorganized thoughts, and with effort, I can unravel the whole thing like peeling silk from an onion.

The carriage rumbled on for who knows how long.

Ying Chengjiao opened his eyes and everything was clear.

“This is the second time Zhao Yong and I wanted to meet, but I can’t be sure of him.

“Even if what he said is true, Ying Bai didn’t necessarily take the Yang Wan under his father’s instruction.

"It could be for personal use or for others. This medicine is not only for Grandfather to use."

His voice was a little hoarse and heavy, no longer as sharp as before.

His voice change seems to have come a little too early.

"I can fully trust that there is only one person who can answer my questions...

"parking!"

The driver pulled the reins of the four horses with a little force, and the four horses stopped obediently.

The twenty-four eunuchs and one lieutenant who were following the carriage also stopped.

Zhonglang walked to the side of the carriage and asked in a low voice through the window:
"What are your orders, son?"

Some unfamiliar voices came from the car.

"Let Wang Jian come to Li Yi Palace to see me."

The Zhonglang replied "Yes" and sent two officials to look for Wang Jian.

It's not hard to find.

The 250-man army led by Wang Jian is either in the Lantian camp or in Xianyang.

The prince returned to Xianyang in triumph and brought back the 50,000 elite soldiers who had followed him in the battle.

Receive worship from all nations and enjoy glory together.

The carriage stopped in front of Li Yigong.

The black bird on it, spreading its wings and ready to fly, is still as bright as ever, as if it could come alive and fly away at any time.

Ying Chengjiao took a long breath in and out in the carriage for seven times in a row.

Open your eyes wide as little bells and recover.

He rubbed his entire face up and down with both hands, and his almond-shaped eyes became slanted.

He lifted the curtain, jumped off the carriage, pushed open the palace gate, and shouted softly in a normal tone:
"Mom, I'm back..."

His mother was not there and did not wait for him as he had asked.

Ying Ping, the palace maid who served him, came forward and explained in a low voice:

"Madam said she was going to do something, and asked the young master to come back and change his clothes immediately and go to Jingquan Palace."

After saying this, looking at the young master's stunned look, Ying Ping, whose surname was given by young master Cheng Jiao, blushed.

He lowered his body, squatted in front of the young master, and pouted.

"Sir, you, don't be too sad..."

The news of Qin Wang Zhu's death had not yet spread, and not many people in the palace knew about it.

When Ying Chengjiao came back in the carriage, he lifted a corner of the window and observed that the eunuchs, maids, and officials in the palace were doing things as usual.

Only the eunuchs and palace maids in Li Yi Palace guessed it after seeing Ji Yaoyao in mourning clothes.

Ying Chengjiao raised his head slightly, looking at the palace maid in front of him with lifeless eyes, as if wondering who this person was.

After a while, he smiled and pointed to the corner of his eye.

"Why are you crying? Wipe your tears." "Since you like crying so much, sooner or later I will ask my father to write "those who cry without reason shall be sentenced to corvée" into the Qin law. Then we will see if you dare to cry again."

Ying Ping wiped her tears with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. She was unable to speak and didn't know what to say.

Ying Chengjiao rubbed his eyebrows and smiled bitterly.

"Has Wang Jian arranged for your brother to join the army? If not, don't join. Fighting in a war is not necessarily a good thing..."

Gongzi Chengjiao's voice became lower and lower, and it was unknown whether he remembered something.

Tears fell from Ying Ping's fair and pretty face. She could not speak, but just nodded. It was unclear whether she meant that Wang Jian had done it, or that she would not let her brother join the army.

The night is getting deeper...

When Wang Jian arrived at the gate of Li Yigong's palace, he felt very heavy-hearted, for he knew why he was called here at this time.

He made outstanding contributions in this war.

There are four major military merits: breaking through the enemy lines, being the first to climb the ladder, beheading the general, and capturing the flag.

Wang Jian was the first to climb the wall of Gongcheng and fought for a long time, thus opening up the offensive territory for the subsequent Qin army, buying time and making great contributions.

His military achievements as the first to ascend the battlefield were achieved in the war to destroy the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and his recorded military achievements far exceeded those of other first to ascend the battlefield.

This military achievement not only won him the support of the people but also helped him secure his position as the leader of the 2500 army.

It is also possible for him to leave the rank of officer and be promoted to a military marquis, becoming a general at the lowest level and achieving a class leap.

This was what he had always dreamed of, and this was why he joined the army.

He looked at the palace gate that he would close every day in the past, and at that moment, he hesitated.

If he opens this door, he may have nothing.

Not only will he not be able to become a military marquis, he may not even be able to be the initial squad leader, and he will be sent to perform labor service in the imperial tombs, frontier fortresses, and Dujiangyan.

The arrow wound on his shoulder began to hurt. He was shot while climbing the city wall. The military doctor said that if he hadn't received treatment a moment later, his arm would have been useless.

He went through life and death, betting his life with the King of Hell, and finally won the bet. Is all his efforts going to waste like this?
"Is it Wang Jian?" a question came from inside the door.

A small figure appeared on the door with the candlelight as a backdrop, and Wang Jian who was outside could see it clearly.

Without time to think, Wang Jian answered "yes" and pushed the door open.

There was a slight "click" and the door did not open.

Wang Jian put his hand on the door, stayed there for a moment, slapped himself hard, and banged his head heavily on the door.

There was only a door between him and the little figure, and he seemed to hear faint sobbing sounds.

"Sir." His eyes were red, and his expression was the same as when he looked up at the city wall of Gong: "Wang Jian is here."

"What did my father... Qin Zichu... do after entering Xianyang?"

"Sir, please open the door first. I'll go in and talk to you."

"That's what I said."

"Son..."

"Hurry up and tell me! Let me beg you!"

“…Yes.” Wang Jian slid down the door, knelt on the ground, and began to narrate: “After the crown prince entered Xianyang, he took over the defense of Xianyang City and led a large army to surround the Xianyang Palace where the king was…”

In less than half a minute, Wang Jian finished telling everything he knew.

He did not enter the Xianyang Palace and only knew what was happening outside.

After a while.

Standing inside the bolted gate of Liyi Palace, Ying Chengjiao's face turned pale as he did not wait for any further words.

"That's it..."

Outside the door, Wang Jian's begging voice was heard.

"Sir, please open the door and let Wang Jian in first."

"Why did I ask you to come in? Are you here to see me laugh at you?" Ying Chengjiao laughed at himself, "You know I am a very proud person. You should leave now. If you work hard, you will eventually be granted a title of nobility, and your position will even be higher than that of Wu'an Jun."

"boy"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out! Get out! People outside, drive Wang Jian out of my palace!"

　The number of words I read dropped below 1000. There is no hope. Although I have prepared, I am still in a bad mood. In addition, I couldn't sleep last night and caught a cold. I can only update once today. I'm sorry. I will adjust my mood and update words at midnight tomorrow. The first volume will be completed, including the chapters that will be put on the shelves.

　　Let me reiterate that this book is a cool novel. I hope this book can bring joy to you guys and let you experience the charm of the Warring States period. This is what I think is the cool part of this book, not just some mindless pretense.

　　When I was writing this plot, I was actually very nervous, because I knew that this way of writing is thankless and this is the way great writers write.

　　This paragraph is also inconsistent with the relaxed style of the beginning. There is only one solution, that is, I can post fifty chapters at once so that you can read them all in one go.

　　The reason why I finally decided to write it this way is because of my personal character. I am an extreme person.

　　I stubbornly believe that if you guys can keep reading, the experience will definitely be much better than the common writing style of new writers nowadays. Trust me for a month, I will give you guys a wonderful story.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)