Chapter 17 His Majesty is still thinking about you
"Leave? Where to?"
Ying Chengjiao asked in a muffled voice.
The woman blinked her big eyes, suspecting that Ying Chengjiao wanted to default on his debt.
"Take me to Chang'an Junfu to eat hotpot!"
Ying Chengjiao circulated his internal energy to disperse the blood gathered in his lower body, then he stood up and squinted his eyes.
"Ba Qing, your majesty has bestowed upon me a chaste woman. I have a bad reputation, and I dare not ruin Miss Ba's reputation."
"ah!"
The woman took an exaggerated step back, covered her mouth, and said with surprise and admiration: "How do you know?"
Ying Chengjiao's internal energy surged continuously, dispersing the blood that kept gathering nearby. He smiled bitterly and said, "Your accent reveals that you are a Bashu woman. Plus, you can attend the court meeting, so you can only be Ba Qing, the head of the Ba family."
Ba Qing frowned her beautiful eyebrows.
"What's wrong with my accent? I speak standard Qin dialect!"
Ying Chengjiao had nothing to say.
This is just like how people in many parts of China in the past said that they spoke Mandarin.
"Humph! Stingy! I'll go eat at the palace!"
Ba Qing snorted and rolled her eyes at Ying Chengjiao.
With its head held high, revealing its slender white neck, it left like a proud white swan.
Damn it, he wasn’t allowed to show his ugly side!
Forget it, he called me Ba Qing, not Ba Guafu Qing, so he is still a playboy who knows some etiquette!
Ying Chengjiao watched Ba Qing go away, sighed with relief, and stopped letting his internal energy circulate in his lower body.
What is this girl practicing?
There is definitely something wrong! If it weren't for my good martial arts, I would have almost made a fool of myself this time!
…
A corridor inside the palace.
A middle-aged swordsman dressed in white linen clothes and with a gentle face stood there quietly, waiting for the court meeting to end.
He touched his beloved sword at his waist, watched a cloud block out the sunlight, and then watched the cloud slip away into the sky.
This scene reminded the swordsman of a poem he had heard by chance, and he couldn't help but recite it aloud.
"Walk to where the water ends, sit and watch the clouds rise."
He likes this poem.
The unrestrained, leisurely and comfortable mood in the poem is the life he longs for.
Clouds are the energy of mountains and rivers.
The spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers rises, feeling the vastness of the sky, so it turns into clouds and travels in all directions.
"Haha, you like it? Then I'll give it to you! Although I'm also generous to others , the author of this poem is not me, but a poet named Wang Wei. His nickname is Poet Buddha, very impressive!"
"Sir, please don't deceive me. I have never heard of the nickname "Poet Buddha" and I don't know anyone named Wang Wei."
"Of course he is from the Tang Dynasty, but he hasn't been born yet!"
A patrolling officer passed by the swordsman and bowed his head in greeting.
"Mr. Guy."
His thoughts were interrupted, the swordsman came back to his senses and nodded seriously.
"Um."
This team of officials went away.
The swordsman rubbed the hilt of the sword with his thumb, thinking about the young man who liked to talk nonsense, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
That's enough to make me laugh.
"Sir, can't you hold back?"
At the end of the swordsman's sight, Ying Zheng, dressed in a black crown, appeared at the entrance of Xianyang Palace.
The court meeting is over.
"Gai Nie greets His Majesty."
The swordsman saluted, and Ying Zheng stopped.
Zhao Gao, who had been half a step behind Ying Zheng, took another step before stopping. Now he was half a step ahead of Ying Zheng.
This action was a bit presumptuous. How could an eunuch surpass the emperor?
But Ying Zheng did not say anything about Zhao Gao's actions and nodded to the swordsman.
"Gai Nie, why are you here?"
Gai Nie said expressionlessly: "Nie is here to protect your majesty's safety."
Ying Zheng laughed.
He pointed at Gai Nie and laughed so hard that he was speechless.
After a long time, he flicked his sleeves and strode past Gai Nie.
Vaguely, Gai Nie heard the conversation between Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao.
"Zhao Gao."
"I am here."
"Why are all the secret guards in the palace missing today?"
"The secret guards have always been under the jurisdiction of Lord Chang'an. Lord Chang'an is attending court today, and I am afraid that this may be detrimental to Your Majesty."
The two people's footsteps stopped.
Bang~
A loud slap.
"Do you think Cheng Jiao would harm me? So you asked Gai Nie to remove the secret guards in the palace and send a group of people from the martial arts world to protect me?"
Plop~
A dull sound.
Next came Zhao Gao's respectful yet frightened voice.
"I am guilty! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
"It seems that I have given you too much power. You no longer need to be in charge of the seal and order."
"only."
"Gai Nie!"
When Gai Nie turned around, he saw Zhao Gao prostrating himself at Ying Zheng's feet, trembling like a dog.
A real man should die if he wants to, why should he do this?
Taking a deep breath, Gai Nie walked to the opposite side of Ying Zheng, bowed his head and said, "I am here."
"From now on, in addition to being in charge of the secret guards in the palace, you will also be in charge of the seal and talisman affairs."
Gai Nie looked hesitant.
He was in charge of the imperial seal and was responsible for conveying orders for the emperor and writing imperial edicts on his behalf.
Although he looks like a minor official, he must be the emperor's most trusted confidant.
This position requires waiting in Zhangtai Palace where Ying Zheng works every day, and can only return when Ying Zheng lets him.
Gai Nie hesitated here.
He didn't want this position that others dreamed of.
Now he is in charge of the secret guards, and although he is usually in the palace, he is free and has time to rest.
If he took on the responsibility of issuing seals and decrees, he would be bound to the Zhangtai Palace forever, which was not what he wanted.
"Your Majesty, I am a lazy person by nature. To copy orders for Your Majesty requires a calm and composed person. I am not suitable for this." Gai Nie said expressionlessly.
He thought that even if Ying Zheng was not furious, he would at least be slightly angry.
Who would be willing to be rejected? Especially Ying Zheng, the ruler of the world!
But he was wrong. After hearing what he said, Ying Zheng patted his shoulder and laughed.
"Cheng Jiao's people are all of this kind!"
"His Majesty!"
Gai Nie emphasized the tone of these two words expressionlessly, and said softly: "Nie's duty is to protect His Majesty's safety. Nie is not Chang'an Jun's man."
"I know, I want you to be my seal and order!"
Oh, how ridiculous! Cheng Jiao was plotting a rebellion? No one would rebel like Cheng Jiao!
Gai Nie had only been Cheng Jiao's retainer for a few days when he developed a lazy personality. Even if I gave the throne to Cheng Jiao, he would not even bother to sit down.
"only."
Gai Nie felt helpless and agreed expressionlessly.
He can't go against the emperor.
The three of them walked together, with Ying Zheng in front, and Zhao Gao and Gai Nie following half a step behind.
When he arrived at the Zhangtai Palace, Zhao Gao lost his position as the person in charge of issuing seals and decrees, so he stood outside very consciously.
Ying Zheng and Gai Nie entered.
Spreading out a roll of blank bamboo slips, Ying Zheng wrote an imperial edict with great speed and gave it to Gai Nie.
"Give the imperial edict to Meng Ao and grant him the right not to bow."
On that day, Meng Ao received a bamboo slip written only for him.
There were not many words on the bamboo slips, and there was no imperial seal on it, but Meng Ao recognized the handwriting; it was clearly from the First Emperor Ying Zheng!
After receiving the bamboo slips, Meng Ao drank some wine in his room for the first time in his life. He had quit drinking for more than 20 years.
"Lord Chang'an, His Majesty still misses you. His Majesty is a wise ruler! It is His Majesty who trusts Lord Chang'an the most!"
There were only twenty-two words on the bamboo slips he was holding tightly: Lord Meng, please take a good rest and don't worry about my two brothers. If Cheng Jiao rebels, I will give up my throne.
On that day, one after another, people from the martial arts world walked out of the Xianyang Palace and were escorted by the palace officials to various mansions.
The city defense forces also lifted the previous order to arrest any suspicious persons immediately and shoot them on the spot if they resisted.
Patrolling and guarding the city, it returned to the state it was a day ago.
It seemed that that tense day was just a mirage, a passing cloud, and an illusion.
Only in the Tingwei Prison did Tingwei Li Si's stern face show a rare expression of anger.
