Chapter 137: Go quarrel with your father!
When the First Emperor heard Wang Ben say that he could defeat Li Mu, he glanced at Ying Chengjiao with a smile.
Meng Tian looked a little strange and he glanced at Ying Chengjiao unconsciously.
Ying Chengjiao lowered his head, ignoring the two onlookers, and was thinking about how to make Li Mu and Wang Ben fight.
"The undefeated general and the defeated general, interesting, really interesting, hahahahaha! Wang Jian, your son is better than you!"
The First Emperor was very happy, and his laughter was so loud that it could be heard throughout the world.
What Wang Ben did today was particularly to the liking of the First Emperor.
"Wang Ben, how about I and you in Liaodong?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Father, you still hit me? Your Majesty has changed my fiefdom, and even if you hit me, I can't come back to Langya!"
Wang Jian really stopped as he was told, his eyes full of fatigue, and he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
Looking at his son who expressed resistance to him for the first time, his eyes were filled with "Father, you are old."
One day, you will understand Father...
Ying Chengjiao rolled his eyes twice and smiled slightly.
I didn’t expect that not only my brother the emperor would act stupidly, but also Wang Ben would act stupidly.
Liaodong still fell into the hands of Wang Ben.
After being here for so long, he is still somewhat uncomfortable with the atmosphere in Qin State.
Only the Qin State could find such fools who were eager to get border fiefdoms and only wanted to fight wars but were unwilling to enjoy the life.
The ministers were not surprised.
The Qin generals have always been like this.
It’s okay to let military generals not enjoy life, but it’s not okay to let them not have battles to fight.
There were no incidents in the subsequent division of fiefdoms. Except for the unlucky Zhang Youcheng, everyone was happy.
Ying Chengjiao nodded. Basically everything was divided according to what he and the First Emperor had discussed before.
There were many twists and turns this evening, and the ministers' hearts were beating especially hard tonight.
After going through eighty-one difficulties, when the fiefdom was announced by the First Emperor to his ministers, most of them breathed a sigh of relief, as they had finally obtained the true sutra.
"I offer a toast to you gentlemen, to the backbone of the Qin Empire."
The wine jar with carved dragons and phoenixes was raised high in the hands of the First Emperor again, and he raised his arms and drew a circle.
"Your Majesty!"
All the ministers held the cups in both hands and shouted loudly.
The First Emperor.
Ministers.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Among the stars in the sky, Ziwei shines brightly in the eyes of those who are good at stargazing, just like the blazing sun in the sky.
"Gentlemen, drink slowly. I am not good at drinking. I will go ahead."
"Your Majesty, please slow down."
The First Emperor left first.
Queen Afang gently pulled up her dark sleeves with her jade hands and said to the little ones who had been restrained all night in a friendly manner, "No drinking."
After she finished speaking, the queen stood up and left.
The little guys blinked their eyes and gathered together, still not figuring out the situation.
"Why did the Queen Mother leave?"
"Does this mean you don't care about us?"
"Then can I go find my uncle?"
While they were discussing, the fifth princess Ying Yinman rushed towards Ying Chengjiao's desk like a little axe.
"Eh? Third brother, where are my eldest brother and uncle?"
The third son, Ying Jianglu, looked at the empty seat beside him and felt sad.
I want to be taken away too!
Tons of tons of tons
Ying Yinman snatched the wine jug from Ying Jianglu's hand with her little hand.
"Don't drink too much if you have kidney deficiency!"
Ying Jianglu's hands were empty, he maintained the posture of holding the pot to pour wine, sadness rose in his heart again.
I have made up for it now! I am not weak! I am not weak!
The First Emperor waited for a while under the ancient octagonal nanmu pavilion closest to the Xuanniao Palace.
The queen walked out of the Xuanniao Palace and came to the side of the First Emperor. The two smiled at each other.
The First Emperor raised his hand, grasped Afang's hair, and gently tucked it behind her ear.
"Thank you for your hard work tonight."
Afang held the First Emperor's hands with both hands and touched the calluses on his hands from years of reviewing documents with a brush.
"Your Majesty is the one who is working hard."
Gai Nie and Zhao Gao tacitly concealed their figures, leaving this small private space to the two most noble people in the empire.
As the night deepens, the surroundings are painted with black ink.
The First Emperor put his arm around the Empress' shoulders and let her lean on his chest. Both of them felt inexplicably at ease.
"If my daughter Afang has an heir, even if it is a girl, I will support her to be the second emperor of Qin."
"Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense. When has there ever been a woman in this world who can be in charge of a household? Even if Your Majesty is willing, does Uncle agree?"
"Hahaha, Cheng Jiao had said a long time ago that we should try to let Yin Man be the second emperor of Qin, so that our Great Qin would have the first female emperor in history."
"Today, General Mengwu offered a bottle of wine to my uncle, but he had no wine to offer to me, Your Majesty..."
"Fang'er, have you forgotten what I said to you?"
Afang leaned on the emperor's chest, sighed, and said, "If there is one person left in Qin who is trustworthy, that person is my uncle."
"Don't be wary of Cheng Jiao anymore. The Qin Dynasty owes him a lot, and I owe him a lot."
Queen Afang interrupted the First Emperor.
"Afang also owes him a lot. If it weren't for uncle's efforts, Afang would have lost her life long ago. But uncle's power was too great back then. Moreover, after ten years of desecrating himself, he still had a loyal general like Meng Wu. I really can't imagine what would happen if..."
"If what?"
The First Emperor lowered his head, and his confident, majestic and domineering face reflected in Afang's eyes, making it difficult for Afang to say the second half of the sentence.
"When a mediocre man sees me, he dares to hit the ground with his head."
Ah Fang burst into laughter, touched the Emperor's face with her bare hands, and said softly:
"Your Majesty is always fearless, even when he was in Zhao. Those old ministers of the previous dynasty that I am worried about are worthless in your Majesty's heart."
On the corridor, under the ancient pavilion.
The emperor and empress spoke sweet words in secret.
A hundred steps away, the black bird was buzzing.
The night sky is full of fireworks.
The hot steam from the hot spring rises up and turns into a dragon or a bird.
The faint smell of sulfur is covered by the strange aroma of burning. If you don’t have a particularly sensitive nose, you will definitely not be able to smell it.
Beside the white jade pool of the hot spring, tigers, bears and dragons carved from fine white jade are covered with a piece of blood-soaked clothing, painting these rare and exotic animals with a layer of red.
There was also a light red color leaking out of the pool water. It was the blood stuck to Ying Fusu's body, all from the eunuchs and palace maids of the Zheng Palace.
Crash~
A head popped out from the calm hot spring water. It was the eldest prince Ying Fusu.
Ying Fusu scooped up two handfuls of water and splashed them on his face, saying humbly, "Uncle, I'm done."
Ying Chengjiao sat by the hot spring pool, soaking his feet. He looked at his nephew, whose whole body was red from the soaking, like a boiled lobster. He narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"Why do you like to drink my foot washing water so much?"
Crash, crash~
As Ying Chengjiao spoke, he did not forget to kick the hot spring water onto Ying Fusu.
Ying Fusu hid the pain in his eyes and forced a smile, "Uncle, you are joking."
"You don't like to drink my foot washing water, so you went down to cry? Your teacher died, you must be very sad, do you hate your brother?"
Ying Fusu took three deep breaths, and with each breath, he felt a little more heartbroken and the water in his body became a little hotter.
"Okay, no need to answer."
Ying Chengjiao pulled out his feet and stepped his bare soles on the wooden floor which was warm all year round. The moisture on the surface of his soles evaporated rapidly.
"Chun Yuyue is not dead, and neither are those Confucian scholars."
Ying Fusu grabbed the white jade tiger head, rushed up naked, ran in front of Ying Chengqi, and said with trembling lips: "Uncle... what did you say..."
"Walking a bird in front of me?"
Plop~
Ying Chengjiao kicked his nephew back into the water and said angrily, "I said Chunyu Yue is not dead and your father didn't kill him. You underestimate your father. To your father, it doesn't matter whether Chunyu Yue is dead or not, and it doesn't matter whether Confucianism is dead or not. What matters is whether you leave the Zheng Palace or not."
"This grand banquet in Xuanniao Palace, the burying of scholars, the burning of books, and the division of fiefs are not important matters. Teaching you is the most important thing. When you can understand your father's thoughts, you will be a qualified emperor."
"I've told you beforehand, your uncle is not as generous as your father. He is a petty person. If I see you being taken back to the way you were before by Chunyu Yue again, I will kill all the Confucian scholars you know."
Ying Fusu came back to his senses from his surprise, and when he heard Ying Chengjiao's threatening words, he instinctively frowned.
"My uncle is threatening me again. Emperors cannot be threatened."
Ying Chengjiao's eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at his nephew who was in the water without avoiding his gaze, and praised him, "This is quite interesting."
Turning around, Ying Chengjiao walked out of the Hot Spring Palace.
"Hurry up and get dressed, and follow your uncle to Zhangtai Palace."
Ying Fusu, who was in the hot spring pool, looked at Ying Chengjiao's back, clenched his fists, and rejoiced secretly.
He made the right bet.
This sixteen-year-old boy felt that his uncle's aura was sometimes stronger than his father's.
Sticking out his tongue, Ying Fusu tried his best to suppress his heart which was beating wildly due to the little dispute with Ying Chengjiao just now.
After coming out of the hot spring, she put on clean and simple clothes and shouted at Ying Chengjiao who was about to walk out of the palace.
"Uncle, what are we going to do in Zhangtai Palace?"
Ying Chengjiao's angry and gritted teeth words came from outside.
"Go quarrel with your father!"
