Chapter 1 Fusu Resigns
The first year of the First Emperor.
Xianyang City, the palace of Chang'an Lord.
"Fusu pays homage to Lord Chang'an."
Ying Fusu, who was dressed neatly in a black robe without a single wrinkle from top to bottom, bowed deeply to Ying Chengjiao, who was undressed and yawning at the door.
"Why call him Lord Chang'an? It's too hot to call you uncle, right? You just know how to go through all these red tapes." Ying Chengjiao was speechless.
My eldest nephew always does such weird things. I don’t know what’s going on in his mind?
He glanced behind Ying Fusu and saw Meng Tian, the general of Qin State, with a heroic face and murderous look between his brows. He stood straight, neither humble nor arrogant, and did not bow.
"Look at Meng Tian. He didn't react much when he saw me."
Meng Tian raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of disdain, and he didn't even bother to hide it.
You have not done anything for the Qin Dynasty, so why should I, the general, salute you?
Apart from your good family background, what else is worthy of praise about you?
If the eldest son had not insisted on coming to say goodbye, would this general have come to your shabby place?
In the Qin State, the First Emperor's half-brother Ying Chengjiao was synonymous with waste.
It was generally acknowledged in the Qin court that Ying Chengjiao had no other good qualities except for his good background.
"Uncle, etiquette cannot be abolished. Confucius said, courtesy without etiquette is tiring..."
"Shut up."
Ying Fusu's long speech ended before it even began.
His uncle was not impressed by him, but instead looked impatient.
"Are you coming in?"
Ying Chengjiao is a time traveler.
As a modern person who once lived in an advanced, free and democratic world.
What he hated most was these messy etiquettes, especially the ancient etiquette advocated by Confucianism.
You bow when you meet someone, you bow when you eat with them, and you even bow when you go to the toilet!
Are you annoying?
But his eldest nephew Ying Fusu just likes to do this.
Every time the uncle and nephew met, Ying Fusu did not address him as a relative, but as a noble.
Instead of calling him uncle, you have to call him Chang'an Jun. What's wrong with you? He doesn't listen to me!
Ying Fusu smiled bitterly and nodded.
If he persists, Ying Chengjiao will really lock him out.
His uncle could definitely do it!
The three of them entered the mansion and walked into the lobby.
As soon as he entered the hall, Ying Chengjiao lay lazily on the couch, as if he had rickets.
"Nephew, aren't you tired of carrying things all day? Come to your uncle's house and do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Lie down, lie down!"
A look of contempt appeared in Meng Tian's eyes again.
The Qin State did not pay attention to red tape, but that does not mean there was no etiquette.
In public occasions like this, both the host and the guest can only sit on their knees.
Ying Fusu knew his uncle's temperament, so he knelt on the couch with his back straight.
"Uncle, I'll just sit there. I'm not tired."
Meng Tian couldn't bear to watch it.
He was the most trusted general of the First Emperor and had no fear of Ying Chengjiao, the emperor's brother.
"Not everyone in the Qin Dynasty is as casual as Chang'an Jun!"
Ying Chengjiao glanced at Meng Tian, put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs.
"This is my home, I can do whatever I want. Stay if you want, get out if you don't."
Meng Tian was furious, his eyebrows raised.
How dare you insult me like this?
Just as he was about to get angry, Ying Fusu beside him immediately stopped him with his arm crossed, his eyes a little stern.
For the sake of Ying Fusu, Meng Tian suppressed his anger and did not lose his temper.
In fact, if Meng Tian insisted on getting angry, Ying Fusu would have no choice.
Born in the Qin State, where only military achievements were valued, Meng Tian, as the new generation leader of the Qin army, had extremely high prestige.
Except for the First Emperor Ying Zheng, he has enough capital to face anyone.
Ying Fusu naturally understood this, and nodded slightly to Meng Tian in gratitude to express his thanks.
Meng Tian shook his head slightly, indicating that this was not necessary.
"Someone, come here! Serve the food! Can't you see my nephew is here?"
Ying Chengjiao shouted.
Ying Fusu glanced at Meng Tian, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he coughed lightly.
"Fusu is not here to eat for free, but to say goodbye to his uncle."
"Goodbye?" Ying Chengjiao became serious.
Since his eldest nephew could come specially to say goodbye, the place he was going to must be very far away.
Now that the country is unified and it's time to appoint a crown prince, why is my nephew so far away from the center of Qin?
What is this operation?
Sitting up, he looked back and forth between Ying Fusu and Meng Tian.
The eldest nephew and Meng Tian got together.
He frowned.
"Don't tell me that you were exiled to the frontier by your brother."
Meng Tian was still angry and felt surprised again.
Ying Chengjiao did not attend the court meeting, so how did he know that the eldest prince was exiled to the county?
As soon as the court meeting was over, Meng Tian followed Ying Fusu to Chang'an Junfu without any delay.
"How does uncle know?"
Ying Fusu was also very surprised.
Ying Chengjiao did not answer Ying Fusu's question, but asked Ying Fusu: "When does my brother want you to leave?"
It is now the beginning of the Si period, which is nine o'clock in the morning in later times.
Ying Fusu knew that he was sleeping late, and if time was not urgent, he would never come to say goodbye at this time.
"Three quarters past four."
It's less than an hour.
Ying Chengjiao frowned.
According to historical records, Ying Fusu was exiled to Shangjun by the First Emperor and was finally executed by Zhao Gao through a forged imperial edict.
The eldest prince of Qin State was far away from the central government, which can be said to be the starting point of Qin State's decline.
What's more, putting all that aside, Ying Fusu is also his eldest nephew.
Although it is a bit stereotyped, the uncle and nephew have a deep relationship.
Just look at the fact that Ying Fusu was exiled to Shangjun and did not even go to his mother's place, but came to Ying Chengjiao to say goodbye first. This is evident from the fact that
"Someone! Prepare the horses! I want to go into the palace!"
"only!"
The servant responded and went to prepare.
"Before I come back, keep an eye on my nephew! And keep an eye on Meng Tian as well, to prevent anything bad from happening!"
After saying this, Ying Chengjiao left in a hurry and rushed to the Xianyang Palace.
Inside the hall, Meng Tian and Ying Fusu were somewhat stunned; Ying Chengjiao's reaction caught them off guard.
When the two reacted, they found that they had been placed under house arrest and they couldn't get out!
Two guards blocked the door and prevented Ying Fusu and Meng Tian from leaving.
Meng Tian was furious.
The eldest son is already being punished!
You have locked us two up here and it will be considered disobedience after three quarters past the hour of Si!
Don’t you think the eldest son isn’t guilty enough?
"How dare you!"
Meng Tian was an expert in martial arts and had fought on the battlefield for many years, so he was full of murderous aura. He knocked the guard to the ground with just three punches and two kicks.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you two go while the Lord is not back."
At this moment, a man in his thirties, wearing white clothes and smelling slightly of alcohol, stopped at the door. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot last night.
A drunkard? The retainers that a loser finds are also losers!
Meng Tian snorted coldly, walked forward and started to fight.
He thought he could knock down this drunkard with just a few moves, but he didn't expect that after several fights, this drunkard's martial arts skills were actually better than his!
Meng Tian put away his contempt and fought the enemy with all his strength. After more than ten rounds, he was kicked in the abdomen by the drunkard and fell to the ground in pain.
"end!"
Ying Fusu spoke urgently.
The drunkard had no intention of chasing and stopped before Ying Fusu spoke.
Meng Tian was helped up by Ying Fusu, with a solemn look on his face. He used to be Ying Zheng's close bodyguard, and his martial arts were recognized by the First Emperor Ying Zheng.
In terms of martial arts, although Meng Tian never thought that he was the best in the world, he was confident that he would not lose to a few people. But today, he fell into the hands of a drunkard, who was a retainer of Ying Chengjiao, whom he looked down upon!
Looking closely at the drunkard in white, he actually felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
"Good martial arts, you look familiar, have we met before?"
"Do you recognize me?" The drunkard squinted at Meng Tian and shook his head, saying, "But I don't recognize you."
Meng Tian laughed out of anger.
"Pretending! Get out of the way! Don't cause trouble for Ying Chengjiao!"
The drunkard smiled and didn't answer.
Ying Fusu bowed and saluted. This was not his first time to come to Chang'an Jun Mansion.
He recognized Ying Chengjiao's drunkard retainer and remembered that the drunkard's surname was Li.
"A father wants his son to go, and a monarch wants his subjects to go. If we miss the opportunity, Fusu will become a man without a monarch or a father! Please make way, Mr. Li, and don't make it difficult for Fusu to live his life."
The drunkard shook his head.
"Your Majesty has gone to Xianyang Palace for the eldest son's affairs. Don't worry, just wait for good news."
Meng Tian interrupted, looking down on him: "How can Ying Chengjiao be so worthy of such a request? Please advise His Majesty to take back his order!"
Today in the court.
The left prime minister Wei Zhuang and the right prime minister Wang Wan joined forces to plead for Ying Fusu.
As a result, both of them were fined one year's salary. Ying Fusu, who was scheduled to set off the next day, was ordered by Ying Zheng to set off immediately.
There are things that two prime ministers, who are second only to the emperor and above everyone else, cannot accomplish even if they join forces.
Meng Tian didn't believe that Ying Chengjiao, a waste nicknamed "the shame of the Qin Dynasty", could do it.
"There is nothing that Your Majesty wants to do that is impossible."
Meng Tian just thought that the drunkard was encouraging Ying Chengjiao. How could a retainer not be loyal to his master?
"I only ask Ying Chengjiao not to implicate the eldest son!"
