"Jiuyuan was attacked by the Xiongnu and was suddenly breached overnight. Five thousand brave soldiers died in an instant, and all the major villages centered on Jiuyuan County were slaughtered by the Xiongnu. Tian'er was furious. What he said in the hall was unintentional, don't take it to heart."
Meng Wu looked worriedly at Meng Tian, ​​who was galloping on horseback and getting smaller and smaller in his field of vision, and explained softly to Li Mu beside him.
Li Mu nodded and touched the rough battlements of the city wall.
"Compared to the real Meng Tian, ​​Mu prefers today's Meng Tian."
Impulsive, willful, arrogant, and confident, this is what my military student is like.
He is shrewd and calculating, his words are sarcastic, and there are seven or eight hidden meanings in one sentence. He is a treacherous villain!
"hehe."
Meng Wu was amused by Li Mu.
Li Mu glanced sideways, with some dissatisfaction and confusion in his eyes.
What Mu said is wrong? Isn't this what a soldier like me should do?
"You are very similar to my master."
Meng Wu looked up at the sky, and it seemed that his master was watching him from the sky, warning him not to talk too much.
"Just as proud, just as innocent."
"Although I know that your master is Bai Qi, I can't tell that you are praising him." Li Mu said dimly.
“Hahahahahahahaha!”
Meng Wulang laughed.
The clear laughter spread far across the vast desert where the sky connected to the ground.
The soldiers on duty at the city gate heard it clearly.
What is General Mengwu laughing at? He is so happy, but is there any good news coming from Yanmen and Jiuyuan?
Alas, why was he not selected by General Meng Tian to join the army? He missed another great opportunity to make achievements.
The soldiers on duty were a little frustrated.
The sorrows and joys of the world are not shared.
"I'm not praising you. My master fought for Qin all his life and died at the hands of the King of Qin. You fought for Zhao all your life, but if it weren't for Jiao'er, you would have died at the hands of the King of Zhao. Brother Li, do you think you two deserve praise?"
There was a smile on Meng Wu's face, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes when he looked at Li Mu.
"A victorious general will not die on the battlefield, but will only die at the hands of the king. How sad it is..."
Li Mu looked on with disdain.
"Is this the reason why your son is so cunning? Is this your excuse for not fighting for ten years? Instead of teaching him the proper way of fighting, he only teaches him the treacherous ways of flattering the king.
"If you had not been so kind to the Lord, and if the Lord had not said that Meng Tian's ability to defeat the Huns was no less than mine, I would have let you two return to Xianyang long ago and become generals without fighting in front of the King of Qin.
"Bai Qi has given you all his skills, but you don't show them off in the world. Instead, you imitate Wei Liao, who wrote military books without any experience in war. What a fool! Ha!"
With a sneer, he made the final conclusion.
"ridiculous!"
Li Mu turned and walked down the city wall, no longer interested in continuing the conversation with Meng Wu.
If we have different ideals, we cannot work together.
Meng Wu smiled along with Li Mu and curled the corners of his mouth.
Looking at the sky, he turned his back to Li Mu and said, "Wu will tell Brother Li about my master."
Li Mu paused.
Bai Qi's story? It's okay to listen to it.
"In the forty-seventh year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, the Battle of Changping ended..."
King Zhaoxiang of Qin? Why would the people of Qin call him that? Shouldn't it be King Zhaoxiang?
Li Mu was puzzled, and his thoughts were brought by Meng Wu into the past that was unknown to the world.
In the 47th year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Changping.
The air was filled with the sweet and fishy smell of blood. It wasn't unpleasant, but very disgusting.
The ground was completely red, and even after digging three feet underground, it was difficult to find a single grain of soil.
People with broken limbs, broken arms, missing hands and missing feet were lying on the pile of corpses, and those wearing Qin armor didn't say a word.
They would be pulled out from the pile of corpses covering the battlefield by the Qin army that was gathering the troops and thrown on the ground.
If the person wakes up after the fall, they will move back to see a doctor. If the person cannot wake up after the fall, then he is dead.
In such a huge battlefield, only a few lucky ones were found by their familiar comrades and were spared from this kind of beating to wake them up, and were instead awakened by the crisp and gentle sound of palm strikes.
As for those Zhao soldiers wearing Zhao armor, fainting was their best option, so that they could die without feeling any pain.
Some of those who opened their eyes and regained consciousness could only look at despair with their left eye and hatred with their right eye as they watched the Qin army counting their military merits and approaching with Qin swords in their hands.
They grabbed their hair and smashed them to the ground, stepped on their backs to fix the fulcrum, and cut off their military merits that could help the Qin army get promoted.
Cluck, cluck, cluck
The battlefield was filled with this kind of cutting sound that made one's teeth ache and one's body tremble.
Human bones are very fragile and can sometimes be broken if they fall.
But human bones are very hard, so hard that the sharp bronze Qin sword is like a saw.
It took cutting back and forth dozens of times on the spine connecting Zhao Jun's head and neck before it was severed.
Only under the action of arterial blood pressure can a fountain of blood more than one meter high be sprayed from the neck, which only happens once in a lifetime.
The only thing these wounded Zhao soldiers could do was to wait until Qin Jian cut their throats and destroyed their ability to speak.
With a body that had long been hungry and cold, it let out sharp howls, which made the Qin army who was cutting off the heads frown and curse in their hearts that they were noisy.
There might be a few Zhao soldiers with particularly hard bones, and the bronze Qin sword would have to cut several times to sever their spines.
"Qin dog!"
"God damn Qin dog!"
"Cut it quick! You ballless Qin dog!"
“…”
Meng Wu, dressed in his personal soldier's uniform, looked at the bizarre battlefield in front of him, pursed his lips, and bit his lower lip with his upper teeth.
He licked the blood in his mouth with his tongue, and swallowed hard, suppressing his nausea, as he swallowed the sweet and fishy blood. He felt that the taste was much lighter than the air he inhaled through his nose.
Crash~
The curtain of the big tent behind him was opened by a hand, and Bai Qi, wearing general's armor, half of his body stuck out from inside and glanced at the disciple who had been standing outside the tent for a long time without moving.
"Kindness does not command an army, so enter inside."
Crash~
The curtains were lowered.
"only!"
Meng Wu responded loudly in a cathartic manner.
He supported his knees with one hand and scratched his throat with the other. He retched a few times, vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water, and rubbed his uncomfortable stomach.
There is no food in my stomach, so no matter how nauseous I feel, I can't vomit, and I definitely can't vomit in the big tent.
I am Bai Qi's disciple and the son of Meng Ao.
I can't embarrass my teacher, and I can't embarrass my father.
He raised his hand to wipe the residue from the corner of his mouth, which had an unpleasant smell, and it was hard to tell whether it was gastric juice or saliva. He turned around and went into the tent.
The teacher's tone just now was so calm.
Is it because you are used to it? How long will it take for Wu to get used to it?
"Birdman! Birdman!"
As soon as he entered the tent, Meng Wu saw his father's eyes were like copper bells, his face was full of anger, and he was glaring at his teacher and cursing at him.
My father scolded the teacher again...
Stand behind the indifferent and silent teacher.
Bang, bang, bang~
Meng Ao, wearing the armor of a deputy general, slapped the table hard again and again.
Snap~
The newly replaced table broke again after being hit repeatedly.
"The king said no, but you insisted on fighting. Are you the king? Do you, a birdman, have the final say over the Qin State? Go back to Xianyang!"
"presumptuous!"
Wang Qi, who was wearing the same deputy general's armor as Meng Ao, became furious and pointed at Meng Ao.
"You are a deputy general, not a commander! Whatever Wu Anjun says is true. If you keep making noise, I will draw my sword and kill you!"
"Are you blind? Are you deaf? Can't you see Wang Ling or hear what this birdman is saying?"
Meng Ao picked up Wang Ling, which had fallen to the ground as the table broke, and held it in his hand, waving it back and forth in front of Bai Qi and Wang Xi.
"I can't read. You can't read? The king told us to go back to Xianyang and stop fighting. Did you see that?"
Standing in front of the commander.
"Listen to what you are saying. When a general is away from home, he is not subject to military orders. Bullshit! You are not a Qin general just because you went to Changping. If you are a general, you must obey the king's orders! If you don't obey the king's orders, you are a nobody!"
Wang Xi, who had just said he wanted to draw his sword to kill his comrades, had a look of embarrassment on his face and chuckled twice.
"Mr. Wu'an, this birdman may speak roughly, but he still has some truth in his words. We are generals, not kings. We cannot go against the king's orders and do what we want."
According to temperament...
It all started with my temperament...
Bai Qi turned around and glanced at his disciples who were standing still, not daring to make the slightest sound.
"Wu'er, can Zhao be destroyed?"
It's always like this. Whenever the teacher has a conflict with my father, he uses me...
Meng Wu faced his father's threatening gaze, but with great trust in his master, he said, "Yes."
"Bullshit! You bastard, have you fought in a few battles and you dare to talk nonsense here!" Meng Ao raised his palm in the air.
"What are you doing!"
Squeak
Wang Xi drew his sword and glared at Meng Ao.
"You bastard, you dare to hit my nephew? I'll chop you to pieces!"
"Are you deaf? Are you deaf?"
Meng Ao's spit flew on his comrade's face, and Wang Xi pushed him away with disgust.
"There are still more than 400,000 Zhao troops left. How can we destroy them? You birdman, just protect them! Big birdman protects little birdman!"
"They are prisoners, not Zhao soldiers. What's the use of fearing prisoners?" Wang Xi said disdainfully, glaring at them, "You are the big bird man!"
"They are captives now, but when we destroy Zhao, they will be the Zhao army! You, a birdman, are you going to watch Xianyang being taken down and do nothing? If we take down Zhao, there will be only a few of our men left, and Qin will also die!"
Wang Xi couldn't argue with Meng Ao, so he turned his head and ignored him with a defiant look on his face.
"There is no one left in the Zhao army." Bai Qi said indifferently: "Pot them all."
Meng Ao was shocked and then became furious.
"You bastard, you want to kill the prisoners! What bullshit are you talking about! You..."
Bai Qi took out another royal decree from his bosom and showed it to his hot-tempered subordinate.
"You are illiterate!"
Bai Qi handed Wang Ling to his disciple.
"Read it to your father."
The body, mind, spleen, stomach, and kidneys were all "buried alive" by the teacher. Trembling with trembling hands, Meng Wu unfolded Wang Ling with a trembling hand.
His lips trembled as he said, "General Zhao Jun..."
Crash~
Wang Ling dropped it.
Meng Wu's eyes were dull, and he muttered in a dreamy voice, "Kill them on the spot, and burn them after reading."
"Bullshit! Bullshit! You are all bastards! How could they do that! How could they do that!"
Grabbing the royal seal from the ground, Meng Ao stared at the only royal seal he recognized, as if trying to find out whether it was imitated by someone else.
After a long time, there was no result.
The royal seal is correct and genuine.
Bai Qi took the royal order from his subordinates.
Dang~
Throw it into an iron basin, light a fire stick and throw it in. The flames make his face look gloomy and uncertain.
I am willing to bear the infamy for all eternity.
"Pit and kill, destroy Zhao."
Bai Qi felt a pain in the back of his head, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
"You birdman, are you going to rebel?"
Shocked by the "kill in a pit" order, Wang Xi, who had just reacted, pulled the commander behind him.
He raised his sword and placed his comrades-in-arms, whom he had been with through life and death, and his beloved nephew in front of him, with vigilance written all over their faces.
Meng Ao, who had suddenly given Bai Qi a ruthless blow, opened his arms, trying to make Wang Qi less vigilant.
"Who are you rebelling against? Is Qin the king's Qin or Wu'an Jun's Qin? The king ordered that Wu'an Jun should fight. If you don't knock Wu'an Jun out, you don't know whether Zhao can be defeated or not.
"You know, everyone in this tent will be exterminated! The king must be thinking: If these birds don't obey the king's order to destroy Zhao, they can also disobey the king's order to destroy Qin!"
Wang Xi's expression changed slightly, and his hand, which was about to press Bai Qi's major acupoints to wake him up, stopped halfway.
Meng Ao saw this and walked out of the tent.
"What are you going to do?"
Wang Xi looked nervous again.
"Bury someone!"
Meng Ao's voice became deep, no longer as high-pitched as before.
"Wang Ling was burned, wasn't he?" Wang Xi stopped his old friend and said, "Just go back."
"I am from Qi, and I want to gain a foothold in Qin." Meng Ao pushed Wang Xi aside and said, "The burned Wang Ling is still Wang Ling!"
Walk to the curtain.
"Those whose height is not enough to reach the wheel hub will be released."
Bai Qi's voice suddenly sounded.
Meng Ao turned around in surprise and saw his son Meng Wu standing beside the commander, supporting Bai Qi.
Just as Wang Xi and Meng Ao were talking behind the curtain of the big tent, Meng Wu woke up his teacher.
"Wu Anjun, you are awake."
Wang Xi was overjoyed and went to meet him.
Bai Qi stared at his subordinates who had escalated from talking to taking action.
"Meng Ao offended his superiors..."
Bang~
Before Bai Qi could say a few words, he felt the familiar pain at the back of his head and the familiar blackness in front of his eyes.
These two birdmen!
Bai Qi cursed in his heart before fainting.
"Why did you wake up Wu Anjun?" Wang Xi pushed away his nephew who was looking angry and wanted to make trouble again, turned around and shouted at his stunned old friend: "Why are you still standing there? Go bury the people!"
"You birdman, you're still good for once!" Meng Ao cursed and lifted the curtain.
"Don't forget that those who are shorter than the wheelbase will not be killed!" Wang Xi shouted.
"You say it!"
Meng Ao went out.
Before long, the curtain was lifted and Meng Ao was back.
"Why did you come back? If you can't get down, let me go down. You stay and watch Wu Anjun."
Tap tap tap
Meng Ao strode up to his son and slapped him on the back of the head.
"This little bird man can't stay awake, it's bad!"
This was the last sound Meng Wu heard before he fainted.
On the city wall of Shangjun.
Meng Wu walked past Li Mu and said, "Back then, I thought the same as you and the teacher, and only thought about military affairs. The teacher had no other ideas, he just felt that the opportunity to destroy Zhao was rare.
"What did you do wrong, teacher? Isn't it that the students of the military science think about conquering cities and expanding territory? King Zhaoxiang of Qin and Queen Mother Mi fought for power, and Fan Ju and Wei Ran fought for power. What does this have to do with you, teacher?
"Zhao Wu'an, do you think so? If Zhao had no Guo Kai and Qin had no Jiao'er, do you think you could have changed the world? Is the way of war really just a matter of the battlefield? Jiao'er wrote a novel called The Biography of Yue Fei, you can take a look at it."
"Mu has seen it." Li Mu snorted coldly, took a few quick steps to catch up with Meng Wu, and said, "That was just a random fabrication by the Lord."
"Haha." Meng Wu chuckled and said, "I know that Qiu'er must have told you many such truths, but you never take them to heart. Wu knows that he can't convince you, but if you help Tian'er, Wu will always feel that he owes you something if he doesn't do something."
The two men walked down the city wall, one in front and one behind, along the rammed earth stone steps.
After going down the city wall, it was time to say goodbye.
"Mu wants to know how Bai Qi died." Li Mu looked at Meng Wu and said, "Mu wants to hear your personal account."
Yue Fei is fictional, but Bai Qi is not.
No one knows more about the death of a generation of butcher than Meng Wu, the last disciple.
The once world-famous Qin Wu'an Jun died inexplicably in Qin, which is a mystery to the world.
"If you are willing to listen, Wu will tell you." Meng Wu smiled and said, "Some other day."
"when?"
"Tian'er will seize Jiuyuan, when Yanmen is coming. If you are still willing to listen, Wu will prepare wine and food, and bring his son to entertain Wu'an Jun."
Xianyang.
Afang Palace.
The First Emperor was very happy today and prepared a family dinner.
Those present included Queen Mother Zhao Ji, Empress Afang, and his younger brother Ying Chengjiao.
Unlike the usual separate meals, today a large ebony round table was placed in the Afang Palace, and on it was a smaller mahogany round plate.
The mahogany plate can rotate, and the delicacies are placed on it. You can just turn the dish in front of you whatever you want to eat.
At this moment, the mahogany plate was already filled with dishes, and a jar of wine with no mark on it, which looked very ordinary, was placed in front of Zhao Ji.
The First Emperor waved his hand and asked all the eunuchs and palace maids to leave.
"Gai Nie is guarding outside the door."
"only."
After finishing the trivial matters, he picked up a piece of venison with chopsticks and put it into the bowl of his mother Zhao Ji.
"I will be busy with affairs after the New Year, and I am afraid there will be no rift. So today I will hold a family dinner, and there will be no emperor today."
This one sentence set the tone for today's meal and removed the identity.
"real?"
Ying Chengjiao tilted his head, a look of disbelief on his face.
What is this brat trying to do! I am trying to repair the rift between you and your mother, so you better behave yourself.
The First Emperor gave the unruly boy a warning look and smiled kindly.
"Naturally true."
Ding ding ding~
Ying Chengjiao held the bronze chopsticks and continuously knocked on the bowls and plates in front of him.
The tinkling sound might be pleasant when it was played, but at this banquet, it was obviously very annoying.
Zhao Ji raised her eyebrows and was about to speak, but the First Emperor hurriedly opened his mouth first.
His heart was in a hurry, but his tone was unusually calm, and he said in a gentle voice: "Cheng Jiao, what are you doing?"
With Afang around, how can this guy still be so unreasonable!
"What's wrong with me knocking on the bowl? Ying Zheng, you are meddling too much." Ying Chengjiao said in an extremely impatient tone.
Anger was evident in Zhao Ji's eyes and Afang wanted to laugh but forced herself to hold it back.
The First Emperor took a deep breath and exhaled, repeating this three times.
I can bear it!
"Brother, I'm just concerned about you." His tone was very gentle.
"That's not necessary. Don't use a clip tone when you talk to me."
What is the "clip sound"? My gentle voice is called the "clip sound"? What is the connection?
A hint of doubt flashed across the First Emperor's eyes.
This bastard actually dares to call himself "I"!
Ying Chengjiao did not change his self-proclaimed name, which made Zhao Ji even more unhappy, but she did not get angry for the sake of Emperor Qin Shihuang's face.
Your Majesty speaks softly and gently, and your words are as warm as the spring breeze. These three words with the sound of "夹子" should be a compliment.
Ah Fang knew the purpose of the Emperor's family dinner and wanted to ease the atmosphere, so she asked softly, "What is the sound of a clip?"
"That's it." Ying Chengjiao pinched his throat, as if he couldn't get rid of the phlegm, and deliberately said in a very low and weak tone: "Brother, I am concerned about you."
He loosened his palms, used his inner strength to make his face red, and then exaggeratedly held onto the table and coughed violently.
He glanced at the First Emperor's face which had become slightly ugly, and his slightly trembling hands which were placed on the large ebony round table.
He said, "When you speak with your throat clamped, it's called clamped sound. Xiao Zheng, I almost strangled myself to death but I couldn't clamp your voice. How many times did you ejaculate last night to be so weak?"
Want me to reconcile with Zhao Xianglu?
Want to destroy my shield?
Dream on! I'm determined not to go to work!
"presumptuous!"
Zhao Ji shouted loudly, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
"How dare you, a boy, speak to Your Majesty like that! You dare to claim to be me and plot treason against the throne. You deserve to be killed!"
Ying Chengjiao looked at Ying Zheng with a little surprise, who did not get angry, and turned his head to glance at Zhao Ji.
Haha, you can bear it, but Zhao Xianglu can’t either.
"The three tribes of Yi."
Zhao Ji slammed the table and stood up angrily.
"You want to exterminate my three clans? Great! I knew you were going to murder His Majesty! You bastard..."
"Mother, calm down. Mother, calm down." The First Emperor stood up and supported his mother with a flattering look on his face, saying with a smile: "Cheng Jiao was talking about the crime of treason, which should be punished by the extermination of three generations of his family. He was talking about himself, not mother..."
Ying Chengjiao said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter who they belong to. No one in the palace can escape anyway, so it doesn't matter."
"You, boy..."
Zhao Ji, who had just been comforted and sat down, became angry again and wanted to stand up again.
The First Emperor pressed it hard, tried to comfort his mother with kind words, and gave the Empress a look.
You better take care of this guy!
"What does uncle like to eat? His Majesty specially asked the kitchen to prepare these according to your taste." Afang gently turned the mahogany plate, smiled and asked gently.
I'm sorry, sister-in-law. It's not that I, Ying Chengjiao, don't give you face, it's just that your man is not doing his job.
Why have I accepted so many disciples and trained so many people over the years?
Besides changing history, isn't it just to lie back and enjoy myself? He actually wants me to go to work!
That’s too much!
He took the golden chopsticks and put them in his mouth, smacking them. With the chopstick tips wet with saliva, he inserted them into a dish and stirred it.
Don't be angry, don't be angry...
The good-tempered Afang muttered to himself.
The deltoid muscles at the corners of Zhao Ji's eyes began to dance.
The Emperor's heart was pounding faster. He forced a smile beside his mother and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay. I won't eat that dish."
Ying Chengjiao's ears twitched slightly.
Oh, so naive!
Grab the red disc with one hand and rotate it slowly with a little force.
Holding the chopsticks in one hand, he would put a dish into his mouth and smack it twice as if he was tasting the saltiness.
Then he would insert the chopsticks covered with saliva into the next new dish and continue to flip and pick it up.
"Xiao Zheng is thoughtful. Even though the pigs in my house wouldn't eat it, it's good enough as long as the thought is there. I won't be picky."
He kept flipping the dishes with his chopsticks, drooling. He turned around and looked at Zhao Ji, who had a very unhappy expression on her face and was listening to the First Emperor's advice.
"All the dishes on this table are made according to my taste. Xiao Zheng is so good to me. Xiao Zheng is so good to me. Zhao Xianglu won't be angry, right? Are there any dishes that Zhao Xianglu likes here?"
"You boy, what on earth are you trying to do?" The First Emperor couldn't stand it anymore and roared angrily.
Outside the palace, Gai Nie had started counting silently in his mind since he left the palace, and stopped when he heard Ying Zheng roaring.
One hundred and eighty-one. I thought Your Majesty wouldn't last more than a hundred...
"Xiao Zheng, why do you say that?" Ying Chengjiao was surprised and looked confused.
The First Emperor suppressed his anger and said, "I'll ask the chef to bring another serving to the table, and not to turn every dish over and over again. This way, neither I, Afang, nor my mother can eat it."
Fortunately, the King of Qin's sword was hung in the Zhangtai Palace and not worn around the waist, otherwise I would have drawn my sword and killed this bastard right now.
"Can't eat?"
Ying Chengjiao's expression turned cold and he grabbed the edge of the large ebony round table.
The internal force resists the palm of the hand, the arm is slightly raised, the palm exerts force, and lifts it up with force.
Clang~
The extremely heavy round table, made entirely of ebony, was overturned and hit the bluestone slabs with a loud, dull thud.
Crash~
Dozens of dishes displayed on the mahogany round plate fell to the ground, and the cups and plates fell to the ground with a series of crisp sounds.
There were leftovers all over the floor and debris scattered all over the hall, making it a mess.
"Then don't eat it."
Ying Chengjiao suddenly launched an attack, catching not only the First Emperor but also Afang Palace off guard.
Even Zhao Ji, who was most hostile to Ying Chengjiao, was stunned for a moment and did not react in time.
When the three of them were wondering what to make of their expressions, Ying Chengjiao had already turned and left.
"Zhao Xianglu nearly killed me several times. I will not kill her for my brother's sake. This is the most I can do. I will not reconcile with this birdman. My brother, please don't waste your energy. I heard that Weiguo wants to..."
Bang!
Kick open the door of Afang Palace.
Bang!
Close the door of Afang Palace with force.
The two loud noises of a door opening and closing made the three people in Afang Palace realize how intense Ying Chengjiao's false anger was.
Outside the palace gate, Gai Nie looked at Ying Chengjiao's back, his face still expressionless.
The young master is dressed like...
Inside the Afang Palace.
"How arrogant! This boy must not be allowed to stay!" Zhao Ji was extremely angry and shouted: "I heard that this boy asked Jiang Lu to go to the Xiongnu land and asked my son to give the Xiongnu land to Jiang Lu! What is he trying to do? Is he trying to split the Great Qin Empire?"
Staring at the First Emperor.
"You can kill all my men, but how can you tolerate this boy's behavior?"
Although the First Emperor was in a very irritable mood, he still patiently explained: "Don't worry, mother. I have already allowed all officials above 80 shi in salary in the State Military Governorate to take a day off. As long as the State Military Governorate is not functioning, no military affairs can be carried out except for those that I personally handle."
"Ridiculous!" Zhao Ji's anger did not subside after hearing this. Instead, she became even angrier and said, "You abolished the state military office for a son! What kind of king are you?"
"Don't bother me with government affairs, mother." The First Emperor also looked a little cold, and said, "I have appointed Cheng Jiao as the national lieutenant and prime minister. With Cheng Jiao's ability, he can make the Great Qin flourish."
Zhao Ji was shocked and angry. She stood up and pointed at the First Emperor with a trembling finger.
"How dare you do this! His son is difficult to control! You appointed him as the lieutenant and prime minister! Are you trying to help him usurp your throne? How can you control him!"
"Of course I can control it!"
In order to reassure Zhao Ji, the First Emperor acted confidently.
"I have ordered all officials above 80 shi in the State Military Governor's Office to take a day off. All matters in the State Military Governor's Office are under his control, and he cannot manage them. He cannot manage military affairs, and the generals cannot go out. I only need to use a little trick, and he will be helpless, and everything will be over."
Squeak
The gate of Afang Palace opened a crack, and Gai Nie stuck his head in with a look of expressionless expression.
"Your Majesty, I have heard that the State Commandery is functioning normally."
If Zhao Xianglu continues to target the young master, sooner or later the young master will get tired of Zhao Xianglu and kill her.
Then he was not tolerated by His Majesty, and then he had no choice but to usurp the throne...
The expression on the Emperor's face froze.
Can't this news wait until I return to Zhangtai Palace before reporting it?