Chapter 238 If life is there, everything is there
Zhao Ji was silent for a moment, then smiled calmly with a natural expression.
“I can’t learn it.”
His left hand emerged from the wide sleeve, and between his slender fingers was a sharpened dagger.
The sharp blade made the pupils of the elderly people around shrink to the size of a pinhole.
This knife has been sharpened! Fast and sharp!
Most of them had fought on the battlefield when they were young, and had sharpened Qin Jian and Qin Ge with their own hands before the battle. When they saw the mottled edge of the dagger, they made a judgment at a glance.
Each of them exuded a murderous aura that was invisible to the naked eye. They looked at their great-uncle, whose eyes had become sharper than a knife but who was sitting steadily, and frowned.
This woman is so domineering, and you still have to tolerate it?
My great-uncle did not attack immediately. He glanced at the First Emperor who was having a great time on the podium and had no idea what was going on.
He looked at Ying Chengjiao and said, "We are all old, kid, you make the decision on this matter."
"only."
Ying Chengjiao responded.
He stood up, grasped the blade of the dagger in Zhao Ji's hand with his fingers, took it and gently placed it on the table in front of him.
Zhao Ji smiled brightly and said, "I've been poisoned, and there's no antidote."
Without waiting for the old men around to react, Ying Chengjiao immediately said, "You don't have it. The blade must be tempered with such a strong poison. You can't even get here."
Zhao Ji's eyes gradually showed a charming look, and she said softly, "You little brat, are you sure you can defeat me?"
Ying Chengjiao's blood and qi surged and moved downward, causing his head to swell.
The influence of charm techniques on the practitioners of Huangdi is much greater than that on ordinary people.
“You really work hard.”
Ying Chengjiao's face was burning, his lips were a little dry, and he smiled bitterly.
Zhao Ji smiled more charmingly, licked her lips, and her voice became softer.
"What nonsense~"
Like a lover's whisper.
Like a whisper in your ear.
With the spear standing upright, Ying Chengjiao had no choice but to sit down.
"Sometimes I really don't know how a woman like you, who is charming, resourceful, talented, and willing to take risks, could have fallen in love with my father in Zhao State."
Zhao Ji took a step forward and brought her snow-white soft skin and moist red lips close to Ying Chengjiao for a closer look.
"This is a secret. I can only tell you when no one is around."
Her eyes are full of affection and her eyebrows are full of love.
"Should good people be pointed at with guns?" Ying Chengjiao laughed at himself.
He reached into his bosom and pulled out a pistol.
Is this the gun the Vietnamese woman was talking about? Very good!
Zhao Ji smiled and walked forward quickly. She stretched out her hand and said, "My son, there are so many things hidden in your arms. Mother, feel around and see if there is anything else."
"Queen Dowager Zhao should not act rashly."
Ying Chengjiao held the gun with one hand and put the muzzle of the gun against Zhao Ji's forehead with the other hand.
Mei Kung Fu is a very strange Kung Fu, because the main theme of this Kung Fu is the word "charm".
Other martial arts have internal force, and are used to exert explosive force in order to hurt people when there is physical contact, but Mei Kung Fu is not like that.
The charm of the art of seduction will not hurt people through physical contact, and the surge of internal energy will not hurt people, but will double the desire.
Ying Chengjiao was very clear about his body. As he practiced the "Huangdi" technique of indulgence and abstinence, he could not resist Zhao Ji's charm. He did not want to make a fool of himself in public.
Danger!
Extremely dangerous!
Zhao Ji's eyebrows were throbbing violently. From the cold touch of her forehead, she felt as if her life could slip away at any time.
If it was before Yue Nu assassinated Ying Chengjiao, Zhao Ji would think that she was misjudged.
Now, Zhao Ji was absolutely sure that her feeling was correct.
The palm-sized weapon called a gun pressed against her forehead could take her life at any time.
Her smile deepened, and she stretched out her hand without any pause, continuing to touch Ying Chengjiao's chest, wanting to put it into his lapel.
This guy shot me and I died. Zheng'er must take action against this guy.
This guy won't shoot if I touch him. He will definitely not be able to control his own desires.
Such an act goes against ethical principles. No matter how much Zheng'er can tolerate this guy, this act is unacceptable to the Qin State, so Zheng'er has to take action.
There is no better opportunity than today to get rid of this bastard...
"What's wrong with moving?"
Zhao Ji, who was willing to sacrifice herself, looked at the fire of lust in Ying Chengjiao's eyes and smiled charmingly.
What Ying Chengjiao said at the Wax Festival made her wary of Ying Chengjiao to an unprecedented level.
In her opinion, Ying Chengjiao was not crazy, that was a declaration of rebellion and he might take action at any time.
Moreover, Wang Qi's support was blatant, the Meng family's following was visibly evident, and Li Si, the left prime minister and chief judge of the Qin Dynasty and the head of the Legalists, was obedient to Ying Chengjiao.
All these made Zhao Ji extremely murderous towards Ying Chengjiao, and she was willing to sacrifice her own life for his.
Today's indulgence of the Ying family made Zhao Ji's desire to kill Ying Chengjiao even stronger.
Civil officials, military generals, and royal support.
Zhao Ji was frightened and worried by Ying Chengjiao's strength and power, and she couldn't wait to take action.
She thought the same as Gan Luo, that if they waited any longer they would just be waiting to die.
Bang!
There was a loud thunder in the sudden place.
Tongues of flame spewed out, and golden bullets broke the boundaries of time and space.
"What's that sound?"
"Where does the bird noise come from? Why is it so loud?"
"What a loud thunder."
"Cough, cough, cough, you almost choked me to death!"
“…”
Some people in the Xuanniao Palace covered their ears and complained, some frowned as they looked at the palace door, and some were so shocked by the sudden gunshot that they swallowed the food in their mouths without chewing and coughed continuously.
Zhao Ji, who was closest to the gunshot, had her ears buzzing. The sound made her feel a little dizzy, and the charm in her eyes disappeared.
Louder than thunder!
Zhao Ji's legs went weak, and the power of the hot weapons spanning two thousand years made her unable to stand steadily.
She held the table with one hand to steady herself, and unconsciously touched her forehead with the other hand.
Smooth, tender, without wrinkles, holes, or sticky blood...
The gun went off, but I didn't die?
Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, then she realized what was happening and her confused mind suddenly became clear.
He turned his head suddenly and looked closely in the direction of the smoke coming out of the gun muzzle.
In that direction was a high platform, and sitting on the platform was the First Emperor.
"How dare you, you little brat!"
Her face was hideous, her eyes were filled with shock and anger mixed with strong hatred, and her already weak legs were suddenly filled with strength.
She reached for the dagger on the table with one hand, grabbed the handle and was about to stab Ying Chengjiao in the chest.
The internal force generated by practicing the art of charm cannot kill people, but can maintain the body.
The Zhao State also had a strong martial arts culture. With the help of her charm, Zhao Ji's fighting ability and strength were both outstanding. Her physical fitness was excellent, and although she was old, killing a person was no problem for her.
Bang!
The second loud bang.
Like the sound of a camera shutter, it captured Zhao Ji's expression and movements.
"What are you doing, you bastard!"
The great uncle stood up angrily, his ears still buzzing violently, and slapped Ying Chengjiao's wrist where he was holding the gun.
More than a dozen old men stood up and attacked Ying Chengjiao under the stars.
These old people who used to sit around Ying Chengjiao, take good care of him and protect him from the wind and rain, felt for the first time that their child had changed and had done something wrong.
The commotion here finally caused an unexpected incident to happen to everyone in Xuanniao Palace.
"Granduncle!"
A middle-aged royal man came charging like a wild bull, stampeding and galloping on the tables along the way.
"Don't hit my uncle!"
A boy of about six or seven years old cried in a baby voice and struggled in his brother's arms, wanting to run over to help his uncle beat the bad guys.
"What happened?"
Some people looked around with blank eyes, looking confused. They didn't know why the Xuanniao Palace became so messy in an instant.
"You bastard!"
The First Emperor stood up in shock and anger and shouted loudly.
Bang!
The third gunshot rang out, blood splattered on the platform, and the shouting stopped abruptly.
Dozens of old men who were used to fighting on the battlefield and rolling in blood were furious and attacked Ying Chengjiao regardless of their lives.
Ying Chengjiao sighed secretly, put the gun in his arms, and greeted his elders with his fists and feet.
Although these dozen old men were also brave warriors on the battlefield when they were young, they are now so old that how can they compete with Ying Chengjiao, who has achieved great success in "Huangdi".
Ying Chengjiao suppressed all the old men without hurting their roots.
"Don't do it yet!"
Ying Chengjiao shouted loudly.
A group of masked secret guards wearing black night clothes rushed into the Xuanniao Palace.
"How dare you! Rebellion against the three tribes of Yi !"
"I am the thirteenth rank of the Great Qin! Get out!"
"Brother, follow me to suppress the rebellion. Kill!"
“…”
Although there are indeed a few brave men in the Ying family, they are still not enough compared with the secret guards with profound martial arts skills.
After a brief noise, all the princes, princesses, and royal family members were under control.
Zhao Ji rushed towards the First Emperor who was lying on the platform, but was restrained by Gai Nie with a sword.
"Ying Chengjiao!" Zhao Ji's voice was shrill, like a cuckoo crying blood.
"What?"
Ying Chengjiao had a blank expression on his face.
Around him, the old people who had seemed so kind and friendly to him just now were all staring at him with great hatred, wishing they could kill him.
Ying Chengjiao approached Zhao Ji, whose hands were tied, and was three steps away from her.
He said to Zhao Ji, who wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, "As you wish, I will rebel."
"Kid." The great uncle stared at Ying Chengjiao's back and spoke.
Ying Chengjiao turned around, looking somewhat respectful, and replied, "Granduncle."
"You did something wrong about this."
"No?" Ying Chengjiao was silent for a moment, smiled softly, and said, "Then what should I do to be right?"
He spread out his hands, and a secret guard placed the sword in Ying Chengjiao's palm.
Ying Chengjiao wielded his sword horizontally, and the three-foot-long blade was placed on Zhao Ji's snow-white neck.
"Is it right to kill her like this?"
My great uncle frowned.
"Or." Ying Chengjiao had a strange expression on his face, and said, "I was seduced by her and made a fool of myself in public? Tomorrow, the matter of the Black Bird Palace will be exposed, and it will be said that I am a beast. Is it right for me to covet my father's wife?"
My uncle remained silent.
The group of old people who were originally very angry with him and wanted to clean up the mess also remained silent.
As people age, they become more sophisticated.
No matter how ignorant you are, being born into a royal family and living to this age, you understand everything you should and shouldn't understand.
They all saw what Zhao Ji had just done. After Ying Chengjiao's advice, they naturally knew how dangerous Ying Chengjiao's situation was just now.
"Stupid!" The old man who threw the chopsticks was so disappointed that he struggled with his hands tied with ropes, leaving bloodstains. He shouted angrily, "I can kill it for you!"
He killed Zhao Ji, and he alone bore the wrath of the First Emperor. He could use his death to resolve the death trap that Zhao Ji had set for Ying Chengjiao.
These were not empty words, Ying Chengjiao knew that the old man could do it.
If my great uncle hadn't stopped him, the old man would have taken action.
"I appreciate your kindness, Uncle." Ying Chengjiao thanked him, and then said seriously: "But Chengjiao doesn't understand, should good people be pointed at with guns?"
The guns of this era refer to long spears, the kind that can be used to poke.
Being pointed at by a spear is also an extremely dangerous thing. Therefore, although the dozen or so old men heard this for the first time, they all understood what Ying Chengjiao meant.
They fell silent.
The Ying clan is not the kind of royal family that would not fight back when being beaten or scolded.
As members of the Qin royal family, most of the Ying clan, even if they don’t have a bad temper, are definitely not good-tempered.
There was nothing wrong with what Ying Chengjiao said to them.
All the members of the royal family followed the lead of the dozen old men. When they saw that the dozen old men stopped talking, they stopped cursing and shut their mouths.
The princes and princesses had their mouths covered by the concubines. For those who couldn't, the secret guards would considerately stuff a clean handkerchief into their mouths.
Ying Chengjiao turned around and looked at Zhao Ji, smiling, "Are you satisfied? Keep going."
"Ying Chengjiao! I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!" Zhao Ji clenched her teeth, her bleeding gums making her mouth full of scarlet.
"Ha? Are you kidding me?" Ying Chengjiao laughed and said, "I've said it before, there is no heaven in this world, and naturally there are no ghosts. I can't blame anyone else for what happened today, I can only blame you. You just saw that I would not do anything to you but to my brother, so you had to kill me first. Then I had no choice but to strike first."
"It's obviously your evil ambition!" Zhao Ji screamed, "Do you think I don't know what you mean by what you said on the high platform? You are not talking about heaven, you are talking about the king! Democracy, equality, freedom, these are all excuses you are looking for to rebel! You want to eliminate the forces loyal to His Majesty, eliminate His Majesty's people, you are rebelling!"
Ying Chengjiao's face turned cold.
"Cut off my head! Cut off my head!" Zhao Ji screamed crazily.
In fact, when the first shot was fired, although Ying Chengjiao fired at the platform, Zhao Ji rushed forward to attack.
But Zhao Ji still had a trace of doubt in her heart. She suspected that the First Emperor and Ying Chengjiao had teamed up to deceive her and put on this show for her.
Considering her affection for the two brothers, this is not impossible.
But when blood splattered on the platform and the First Emperor fell to the ground, Zhao Ji's doubts were also dispelled.
She didn't know how powerful the gun was, but she could imagine that it was a weapon that even Vietnamese women dared not touch.
At this moment, in addition to the boundless hatred towards Ying Chengjiao, she also felt deep regret.
He regretted that he knew Ying Chengjiao had the power to overthrow everything, but still tried to assassinate him again and again.
He felt regret for forcing Ying Chengjiao, which led to Ying Chengjiao rebelling and killing the First Emperor.
He felt regret for the fact that the First Emperor died at the hands of Ying Chengjiao because of him.
There has never been a woman emperor since ancient times. The fact that Mi Bazi of Qin State ruled the country as the queen mother was the pinnacle of women's rights.
If Zhao Ji could have lived to the Tang Dynasty and met Wu Zetian, she might have thought of making herself king.
But she didn't, so after she became the empress dowager and took power, her wish was that the First Emperor could sit firmly on the throne.
Today, the First Emperor died, and Zhao Ji's eyes, which had been blinded by power, suddenly became clear.
The First Emperor depended on her for survival in the State of Zhao, so the same is true in reverse: she and the First Emperor depended on each other for survival.
She hated King Zhuangxiang of Qin for abandoning her and her son, and was determined to prove that her son Zheng was better than Prince Chengjiao, who was favored by all forces. She wanted her son to become king and keep his throne.
But now, she regrets it.
A king is good, but not as good as a good fate.
If life is there, everything is there.