Chapter 239: Just three words - I don't care
Zhao Ji tilted her neck back, revealing her snow-white neck, and screamed that she wanted Ying Chengjiao to kill her. Everyone in the Xuanniao Palace focused their attention on her.
My great-uncle, who had always disliked Zhao Ji and played a stabilizing role in the Ying family, felt uncomfortable when he saw Zhao Ji's appearance.
No matter what, Zhao Ji was the Queen Mother of the Qin Dynasty. It was too shameful for a Queen Mother to be like a madman, a disgrace to the Qin State.
He wanted to persuade Ying Chengjiao to kill someone, but he nodded his head, and the upper and lower teeth in his mouth just separated and then merged together again.
Forget it, the kid knows his limits.
Next to the Concubine Chu who was restrained by the secret guards sat her son Ying Jianglu. When he heard the sound and saw the scene, a trace of alarm flashed across his brows.
Not like acting...
When the third son Ying Jianglu was restrained, he was holding a half-peeled orange in his hand, and now he wanted to peel it and eat it in its entirety.
After looking at the serious and tense scene, he gave up his inner thoughts and wondered when this farce would be over. He had not eaten yet.
He was not worried at all about what might happen to his mother, Zhao Ji, nor was he worried about the First Emperor who had collapsed on the high platform.
Little Taotie thought that all this was fake, a play jointly staged by his father and uncle. He didn't believe that Ying Chengjiao would really kill the First Emperor.
"Jiao'er."
Among the dozen people who stood up, the youngest-looking old man called out softly.
"uncle."
Ying Chengjiao turned around and responded, and took the sword from Zhao Ji's neck.
"That's enough," said the young old man.
His name was Ying Xi, and his title was Lord Weiyang .
He was the elder brother of King Zhuangxiang of Qin and the eldest son of King Xiaowen of Qin.
If it were not for Ying Chengjiao, King Zhaoxiang of Qin would have enfeoffed three generations of Qin kings.
According to common sense, after the death of King Xiaowen of Qin, the eldest son Ying Xi should have inherited the throne of Qin.
"The Queen Mother has regretted it, and she will not do . If there is a next time, we will only be able to tolerate it."
Weiyang Jun Ying Xi paused for a moment, turned his head left and right to look at the old people around him, and the old people nodded one after another.
Then he said solemnly: "We won't let you endure it either."
Ying Chengjiao looked back at Zhao Ji who was still shouting that she wanted to commit suicide, then turned back to look at the group of old people in front of him.
"According to my uncles, my great ...
"The power of the empress dowagers in successive dynasties in our Qin State is too great, which is not conducive to the stability of the government. Immediately strip her of her regent power and return the power to the king." Ying Xi said righteously.
The great-uncle took a few steps forward and came in front of Zhao Ji, and Ying Chengjiao followed respectfully behind him.
"Queen, are you willing?"
"Cut off my head! Cut off my head!" Zhao Ji screamed.
The death of the First Emperor left her without any thoughts or motivation.
Power, glory, wealth, all these can only be possessed by living.
At this moment, Zhao Ji had completely lost her mind and no longer cared about the power that she once cared about.
Ying Chengjiao looked at the deep hatred and regret in Zhao Ji's eyes, lowered his head and smiled faintly.
Bang~
The great uncle slapped Zhao Ji in the face, which scared Ying Chengjiao.
Uncle, why did you hit her? There is no such thing in the script. You are an extra, so don't add to your own drama!
Turning his head and looking towards the platform, he could see Queen Afang holding the First Emperor in her arms and crying.
Brother Emperor, you don’t even get up?
Zhao Ji's face was slapped to one side and blood was sucked out of her mouth.
It was not because the old man was too strong, but because Zhao Ji already had blood in her mouth. It was because her gums were bleeding from clenching her teeth hard just now.
Zhao Ji's voice was paused by the slap, but she immediately pressed the play button.
She suddenly turned her head and stared at her great-uncle with eyes filled with deep hatred.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You are the ones who killed Zheng'er. You are all accomplices of this bastard! No matter how well Zheng'er did, you turned a blind eye! You only had this bastard in your eyes, and never Zheng'er! You all deserve to die!"
The surging hatred could not be washed away even with all the water in the world.
Bang~
The great uncle slapped Zhao Ji again without caring about her face.
Ying Chengjiao looked at Zhao Ji's beaten face, then looked towards the platform, muttering to himself.
Uncle, take it easy. I am the director of this play. If you act like this, I will not be able to explain to my brother...
"Huayang would not dare to be so presumptuous in front of me. If I didn't know that I had no intention of taking the throne, and if I didn't consider you as His Majesty's biological mother, I would personally kill you today!"
My great uncle was confused by the sudden change in the situation just now. But after hearing what Ying Xi said, his IQ regained its high ground.
If the boy wanted to be king, he would have done so a long time ago. This must be a play put on by the two brothers, probably to prevent this woman from interfering with the boy's work.
I can beat this woman, but if what she did was not nice, I can just take away her power.
His great-uncle was of the same generation as King Zhaoxiang of Qin, and even the previous powerful queen dowager, Queen Dowager Huayang, was a junior in front of him.
As the queen mother, Zhao Ji could suppress many people, but not her great-uncle.
"Pooh!"
Zhao Ji spat.
The red saliva fell on the red floor and was almost invisible.
“Shameless!”
Zhao Ji sneered.
"At this point, you still say that this guy has no interest in the throne. The Ying family is really embarrassed!"
It seemed that these two slaps took away some of his madness and brought out some of his intelligence.
With two slap marks on her face, Zhao Ji turned her head to look at the platform.
If this was a show, then based on her understanding of Zheng'er, Ying Zheng would have stood up by now, when she was slapped for the first time.
But no one stood up over there.
"It's my mother's fault." The hatred in Zhao Ji's eyes gradually disappeared, and was filled with regret. She smiled bitterly and said, "I shouldn't have taken you out of Handan, and shouldn't have let you fight for the throne. I shouldn't have ignored my advice and insisted on killing this boy, which led to today's tragedy."
Ying Zheng must not give up the throne under any circumstances, unless Ying Chengjiao stepped over Zhao Ji's body.
At the last moment of life, one will finally feel regret for what he has done.
"Let go."
She turned her head and said to Gai Nie who was restraining her. There were two tear marks on her swollen face, which did not look very pretty.
She wanted to die.
Gai Nie saw the deathly intent in Zhao Ji's eyes, and regardless of Ying Chengjiao's warning look, he let go of his hands.
Zhao Ji, who always attached great importance to etiquette, beauty and demeanor, did not care that the phoenix crown had fallen to the ground, nor that her long hair mixed with silver threads had been twisted together in a mess.
The first thing he did after escaping from the predicament was not to adjust his appearance, but to grab the sword on Gai Nie's waist and pull out the sword from the sword saint's waist.
Snap~
The long sword is unsheathed.
"Gai Nie!"
Ying Chengjiao shouted unkindly.
You are a sword master, how dare you let her take your sword away? How dare you go any further?
Gai Nie used practical actions to tell Ying Chengjiao that he could do it.
The Sword Saint remained indifferent, as if what Zhao Ji did was so fast that even he, who was known for his swift swordsmanship, couldn't react.
It was not until Zhao Ji placed the sword on her neck that she glanced numbly at the circle of old people around her as if she had lost her soul.
He said hollowly, "Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go."
After saying this symbolic sentence, he was about to wipe his neck with both hands.
Gai Nie still didn't react. Today, the reaction time of the hero Gai was temporarily extended a lot.
Ying Chengjiao sighed lightly and was about to go up and grab the sword. He couldn't let Zhao Ji die like this.
Before he could finish his sigh, his great uncle took the lead and kicked the sword out of Zhao Ji's hand with a high kick, and then kicked Zhao Ji to the ground with another kick.
He pointed at Zhao Ji's head and shouted angrily: "You can die if you want, but don't disturb my mood. Get out and die!"
Zhao Ji collapsed to the ground, showing no reaction to her great-uncle's words. She crawled numbly to touch the sword that had fallen to the ground.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
My great uncle raised his head slightly and looked at the quiet platform with a puzzled look.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at Ying Chengjiao, his eyes full of questions and vigilance.
Silently asked: You boy, you won't really kill His Majesty, will you?
Ying Chengjiao shook his head slightly, took a step closer and whispered, "Let Queen Mother Zhao shut up about this show."
The corners of my great uncle's mouth twitched as he watched Zhao Ji crawling forward inch by inch to touch the sword.
These two guys are really cruel. They are not satisfied with this. I hope they won’t treat me like this if I oppose them in the future.
The old man, feeling a little sad, lowered his voice and said angrily, "Two unfilial sons!"
Ying Chengjiao's mouth twitched, and he whispered angrily, "If it weren't for my great uncle slapping the queen mother twice, this wouldn't have happened."
You slapped me so hard and now you accuse me of being unfilial. What have I done?
I held the sword on Zhao Ji's neck for so long, and there wasn't even a scratch!
The great uncle was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Don't be ungrateful, you little brat. I am trying to help you."
"Uncle is the one who helped me." Ying Chengjiao glanced back at Ying Xi and said to his great uncle with disdain, "You also guessed it. Why are you so careless when doing things, great uncle?"
My great uncle wanted to hit someone. He just hit the Queen Mother today, so he didn’t mind hitting the Lord Chang’an.
Rustle~
The friction sound between the silk gauze worn by Zhao Ji and the red steps never stopped, just like the sound of silkworms chewing mulberry leaves.
Although it's slow, you will finish it eventually.
"Don't say any more!" Granduncle frowned, stared at Zhao Ji and Ying Chengjiao and asked quickly: "When will it end?"
You two brats would not really want to force the Queen Mother to death and let her blood stain the Black Bird Palace on the night of the Wax Festival. Are you here to say that this is all a show?
“It should have stopped long ago.”
Ying Chengjiao replied.
"Um?"
The old man widened his eyes and questioned.
You should have stopped it long ago. You let things get to this point?
Ying Chengjiao motioned with his eyes, asking his great-uncle to look up at the platform, and said, "We agreed to let Your Majesty stop."
A little depressed and a little suspicious.
"When the Queen Mother said, 'Cut off my head, cut off my head,' Your Majesty should have stepped in. Say this is a farce, to celebrate the wax festival."
The shocking change in Xuanniao Palace today was originally planned by Ying Chengjiao and the First Emperor.
Ying Chengjiao, who was seen through by the First Emperor and did not want to go to work, no longer needed to pretend and wanted to get rid of the Queen Mother Zhao Ji as soon as possible.
He was not afraid of what Zhao Ji might do. In any case, Zhao Ji posed no threat to him.
The legendary Yue women were all sent out to him for kissing, hugging, chewing and touching. He just didn't believe that Zhao Ji had a bigger card than Yue women, and if there was one, the woman or the man would be killed.
Firstly, he was afraid that his retainers would do something to Zhao Ji.
Gai Nie, who was always ready to make moves and was always making small moves, gave Ying Chengjiao a headache. It was harder to persuade a non-bloodthirsty person to kill than a murderous maniac.
Secondly, he was afraid that in order to deal with him, Zhao Ji would get involved with those aristocratic families and delay his reforms.
If we kill him at that time, we will be unfair to the First Emperor and we will not be able to explain to him. If we don't kill him, it will be difficult to demonstrate the majesty of the new rules and the reform will be difficult to succeed.
That's why today's farce happened. The purpose is to let Zhao Ji realize directly that Ying Chengjiao has the ability to overturn the table at any time, and if he is forced into a corner, he will really want to kill the First Emperor and usurp the throne.
Before this, Zhao Ji had been targeting Ying Chengjiao unscrupulously. First, she saw that Ying Chengjiao was sentimental and would not take action against the First Emperor. Second, she thought that the First Emperor could suppress Ying Chengjiao in Xianyang.
The farce of the wax festival was to let her know that what she saw and believed might not be true.
The first time was a farce, a show, but the second time may not be the same.
The farce ended when the two brothers realized that Ying Chengjiao was not easy to deal with and felt regretful, and it was ended by the First Emperor.
In the script written by Ying Chengjiao, Zhao Ji was not portrayed as miserable at all.
What about being slapped in the face or crawling on the ground to get a sword? No, nothing at all.
He felt that if it was written this way, there was a high probability that the First Emperor would wave the Qin King's Sword and shout "I will chop you to pieces alive", turning the farce from one of many people into a farce of two people.
He also didn't expect that his great-uncle was so into acting that an extra would insist on stealing the role from the protagonist, leading the farce to a ridiculous and unsolvable point.
"Ha, ha, ha, all right, all right." The great uncle laughed through gritted teeth, "Is this how you two boys celebrate the Wax Festival?"
The queen mother of a country is crawling on the ground like a maggot, seeking death, and this is how you two celebrate!
"It's not us two, it's you, great uncle. You slapped and kicked people."
Ying Chengjiao was determined not to take the blame.
Rustle~
The friction sound is still there .
Zhao Ji was getting closer and closer to the sword, only three steps away.
The owner of the sword, Gai Nie, the great hero slowly lowered his head, his expressionless face facing the empty scabbard.
His reaction time had just reached the point where he realized that the sword was lost.
"That's enough!" The great uncle interrupted Ying Chengjiao and motioned him to look at Zhao Ji, saying, "If you don't stop, she's going to commit suicide again. Hurry!"
"If I stand up and say this is a farce now, wouldn't I be asking for trouble? Uncle, are you my real uncle?" Ying Chengjiao almost couldn't control his voice.
The queen mother of a country was almost forced to commit suicide. At this time, Ying Chengjiao stood up and said it was a misunderstanding and he was just joking.
This kind of shitty thing is calling oneself a coward. Even Ying Chengjiao, who is willing to be a coward, thinks it is too cowardly and is unwilling to do it.
"Stupid!" The great uncle said angrily, "You used to call me Your Majesty. That's Your Majesty's mother. There's no such thing as a last-day grudge between mother and son. Your Majesty is not my brother, and Queen Dowager Zhao is not Queen Dowager Xuan."
The elder brother mentioned by my great-uncle was King Zhaoxiang of Qin, and his biological mother was Queen Dowager Xuan.
In the later years of Queen Dowager Xuan, King Zhaoxiang of Qin struggled for power in the court, won, and imprisoned Queen Dowager Xuan in the palace.
Queen Dowager Xuan was unwilling to accept this and died of starvation.
Ying Chengjiao nodded, and after a few leaps he reached the platform and landed next to the First Emperor.
The reason why he didn't come to call before was because Gaotai was the king's land, and going up without being called by the First Emperor would be an act of usurpation.
When there were people around, Ying Chengjiao always protected the image of the First Emperor.
As soon as it fell.
Lying in the arms of the crying Afang, the First Emperor, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
His eyes were clear, without any confusion.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The First Emperor moved his lips twice, then fell down and continued to sleep.
The corner of Ying Chengjiao's mouth twitched.
Ying Zheng, you are trying to trick your brother, aren’t you?
The First Emperor’s lip movements were very simple, just three words - I don’t care.
