Chapter 313: The Meng Family... The Second Time
The Vietnamese girl said distressedly:
"If I had killed him with one sword, my husband wouldn't be in such trouble today."
Qingmei originally wanted to kill Ma Lie, but the Yue girl couldn't bear to do it, so she pierced his chest with a sword, injuring him but not killing him.
"Don't blame yourself, I should thank you."
Ying Chengjiao shook his head.
"The old soldiers taught me how to be a tyrant, and the dead officials further strengthened this view. In this age of ignorance, if we want to advance the times, we cannot rely on the awakening of the people. I will force them to move forward, just like Shang Yang, and make the world follow my will."
"My husband has done very well."
"I think so."
Ying Chengjiao suddenly smiled. At that moment, Yue Nu felt that the pressure that Ying Chengjiao had been carrying was suddenly lifted, and she knew that her husband was not just making up his words.
"This is supposed to be a process of constant trial and error. I am just an ordinary person. It would be abnormal if I could achieve everything I want."
The Vietnamese girl corrected seriously:
"My husband is not a mortal. Since Wang Chan made the name of Guiguzi famous in the world, he has never obeyed anyone. His disciple Pang Juan trained Wei Wuzu to make Wei the hegemon, and his disciple Sun Bin defeated Wei and made Pang Juan a god. His disciple Su Qin received the seals of the six kingdoms and taught Qin not to leave Hangu Pass. His disciple Zhang Yi united Qin and Qi to defeat Wei and Chu and established Qin's hegemony. Guiguzi, who taught such a great man, has only recognized my husband as his master for hundreds of years. How could my husband be a mortal?"
"Ha, listen to his nonsense. How can anyone live for hundreds of years? I agree with him just because I am too lazy to expose him. He is probably like the great Mohist master, and his generations are all named Guigu."
The Vietnamese girl tilted her head.
"Peng Zu lived for 800 years, and Guiguzi lived for hundreds of years. Why don't you believe it? Immortals never care about worldly affairs and seek immortality. This is not surprising. Let's not talk about other things. Just say that Guiguzi was born with a strange appearance. How could an ordinary person have those four moles on his forehead?"
"Tsk, what's the big deal? I've seen people who can change other people's faces. It's just plastic surgery. Four moles are nothing. It's just a trick."
"Change your face?"
The girl from Yue looked surprised and said suspiciously:
"My husband, you are talking about disguise, right?"
Ying Chengjiao grabbed the pretty face of the Yue girl and said with a smile:
"It's either a disguise or a face-changing. I'll change your heroic face into a green plum or lilac face. You won't even be able to tell from the outside that there's a single scar."
The girl from Yue rolled her eyes at Ying Chengjiao, thinking he was joking. She had never heard of such a method before.
"My husband is a good joker. I learned from the History of Yue that Gou Jian had met Wang Chan. In addition to Fan Li and Wen Zhong, Gui Guzi also played a role in Gou Jian's restoration of Yue. According to historical records, he had the appearance of a ghost, a full forehead, and four fleshy moles. Based on this, Gui Guzi lived for at least 250 years."
Ying Chengjiao agreed with a grunt and perfunctorily answered the question.
[Stop bragging. How can anyone live that long? There must be a skilled doctor among Guiguzi's disciples who performed the surgery, and gave Guiguzi four flesh moles to pretend to be a ghost.]
The small ears that looked like ingots trembled slightly. When the Yue girl heard that Guiguzi was still writing, she curled her lips in disappointment.
Ying Chengjiao smiled and said:
"What's going on? My martial arts expert Yue'er, what did he sense again?"
The Vietnamese girl said with a little disappointment:
"Although my husband is very capable, this Guiguzi is too unworthy of his reputation. The books record how amazing Guiguzi is, but I never thought that meeting him was not as good as hearing about him. He has been suppressing his words for my husband, just like me."
Ying Chengjiao exerted force on his waist and pressed the Yue girl under him, his eyes burning with deeply restrained desire.
"It's true that I want to suppress you, but I don't have the ability to suppress Guiguzi. There are many guests in Chang'an Junfu, and they all come and go freely. Only this Guiguzi is imprisoned by me and I dare not let him go. You only saw me trying to trick him into talking on the tower, but I don't know if that was what he wanted to say. You only saw me forcing him to write a letter in the carriage, but I don't know if he wanted his disciples to enter the world. You can know a person by his words and deeds. This is not true for Guiguzi, Xunzi and other disciples. What you see is just what they want you to see. If you want to know his ability, you can know whether he makes a profit or a loss after an event, and whether his goal is achieved."
"You're done?"
The Yue girl did not seem to be greatly impressed by Ying Chengjiao's intentional teachings. Instead, she was a little impatient.
There was no evasion in those big eyes like spring water, full of teasing. She slightly raised her hips and exhaled like orchid.
"You haven't pinned me down yet."
The wind of words passes over the fire of desire, the wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.
Ying Chengjiao gritted his teeth, held down the Yue girl's restless little hands that were clinging to his waist, and tried to untie her jade belt.
“Don’t play with fire!”
The Yue girl slightly exerted force on her snow-white neck, raised her delicate head slightly, and bit Ying Chengjiao's earlobe. Her tongue slid across like a dragonfly skimming the water in a pond in summer.
"Thank you for letting me fall in love with you."
She exerted force with her slender fingers, broke free from the restraint of Ying Chengjiao's big hand, grabbed the jade belt tied around Ying Chengjiao's waist and pulled it lightly with her skillful strength, and the belt worth platinum was thrown into the air.
The reason why Ying Chengjiao could suppress Yue Nu was because Yue Nu let the sea go. When Yue Nu didn't want to give in to Ying Chengjiao , without a gun in hand, Ying Chengjiao had no choice but to lose.
The girl smiled and took out the pistol from Ying Chengjiao's arms, throwing it on the ground with a clang. At this moment, the brightness on her face overshadowed her heroic spirit.
"At such a close distance, my husband's pistol is useless."
Ying Chengjiao pressed his body downward until he was supported by two hills and could not go any further.
"I'm definitely not as good as you in close combat ."
"My husband's victory over me lies in the pistol, not in the distance."
"No."
Ying Chengjiao's breathing was heavy, like the bellows in a farmer's house, and it was extremely hot.
"I have never lost in close combat ."
In the front carriage, Guiguzi, who was writing slowly and leisurely, suddenly smiled.
"You want my disciples to work for Qin and have confidence in the King of Qin, believing that he will definitely be able to subdue me. Then it will be as you wish. My disciples value profit and reputation, and the King of Qin is best at using profit and reputation to subdue people. It's a perfect match, a perfect match... Huh?"
He let out a light exclamation, put down the brush, and raised his left hand in front of his eyes.
The left thumb moves clockwise on the tips and pads of the index, middle and ring fingers, starting from slow to fast, and it is easy to follow at first, but when it stops, there will be afterimages.
"Hardness and softness complement each other, yin and yang complement each other. You value love but are lustful. My Lord, you have one more handle on me."
He shook his head and was about to pick up the pen to continue writing. Suddenly he frowned and stared at the wall of the rear carriage. Behind the carriage was the carriage of Ying Chengjiao and Yue Nu.
The old man with the ghost sign in his life pinched his fingers with his left hand again, and immediately cursed after he finished the calculation.
"How can you tolerate this? Are you so reluctant to give up the Yellow Emperor? Martial arts are just minor arts! Mountain, medicine, fate, physiognomy, divination, corpse, Confucianism, Taoism, gods, strategy, military, fame, law... Which one is not better than martial arts? Why do you value martial arts so much? What does it matter if you are good at martial arts?"
The old man sat in the carriage, looking towards the east.
"No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than that boy with double pupils. This boy is extremely brave and unique in the history. He could have dominated the world with martial arts."
Feelings of confusion, entanglement, and depression emerged.
"The end of martial arts is like this boy. He can only lead for ten years, but he will eventually fail. Your Majesty can make a pistol, but this boy can't even make a splash. How can he be so obsessed with martial arts? Abandoning the destiny of Baiyue for the sake of "Yellow Emperor" is really putting the cart before the horse!"
At this moment, the old man really wanted to rush to the back car and grab Jun Shang to complete the Yin-Yang Avenue. At this time, the old man didn't believe that Jun Shang would still carry a pistol with him.
But after thinking about the sword skills of the Yue girl who had reached the peak of murderous intent, the old man silently picked up the brush and continued writing, muttering in dissatisfaction.
"Martial arts are only useful for this."
Behind the car.
The Vietnamese girl held her head high stubbornly, clinging to her last bit of pride, her voice trembling slightly.
"You don't love me."
There was a dark slap mark on Ying Chengjiao's face, which he had inflicted himself.
Without this slap, he would not have been able to pass this test of the cadres' soft spots.
He fastened his belt, picked up the pistol and put it in his arms, and embraced the girl. The girl struggled hard, but could not, and fell into Ying Chengjiao's arms unwillingly.
"I just have doubts about the legend."
Ying Chengjiao gently stroked the Yue girl's hair, which was smoother and softer than the fine brocade of Western Shu.
"A lot of people want me dead, I don't dare take the risk."
From the moment Ying Chengjiao openly rebelled against the heaven, he fell into the same situation as his brother. The number of people who assassinated him was no less than that of the first emperor.
The Vietnamese girl nodded silently, puffed her face and muttered something under her breath.
"What?"
Ying Chengjiao didn't hear clearly, so he lowered his head and pressed it against the Yue girl's cherry lips.
"I said, you can break my body but not your own."
The pearly teeth rubbed against each other, and the Yue girl spoke softly.
"That won't work!"
Ying Chengjiao shook his head, his face full of displeasure.
"Why should I only let you enjoy it?"
November 21st.
It was very unusual that a middle-aged man without a ID card came to Xianyang City.
The Zhaoshenti, which is similar to an ancient ID card, was only available in the Qin Dynasty. After the Qin Dynasty unified the country, it was only available within Hangu Pass.
But no matter where you come from, as long as you enter Hangu Pass, you will be issued a personal identification card if you want to continue entering. When Zhang Liang entered Xianyang, he got a personal identification card with Zhang Zi written on it.
But this man came all the way to Xianyang without a passport, because he had a pass that ordinary soldiers had never seen, but only heard of.
There was a rule in the education these soldiers had received: those holding a pass must not do anything disobedient and must not be asked to do anything unauthorized, and must pass freely.
The soldiers on duty in the city took the pass made entirely of colored glaze from the middle-aged man, as well as certificates issued by many cities in the country. They did not dare to be careless and reported it to the Internal Affairs Office.
Although the colored glass used to make the pass was the size of a palm and was very valuable, it was not available to ordinary people. Moreover, it was printed with the anti-counterfeiting mark of the Qin government and the name of the person who cast it, so almost no one outside could imitate it. However, the guards on duty still did not dare to make a decision on their own and let the middle-aged man leave.
The city defense troops had never seen a pass before, so they didn't dare to risk their lives. If he reported it, at most he would be complained about. If he didn't report it and something happened, he would be demoted at best, or even killed at worst.
Soon, the pass and the strong man were brought to Nei Shi Mengyi.
Neishi Mengyi took the pass and checked it, confirming it was genuine. He said to the middle-aged man with an anxious look and dusty clothes below:
"May I ask your name?"
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice:
"Mao Heng."
Meng Yi, who came from a general's family and became a scholar, showed a look of understanding.
"What are you good at?"
"poetry."
[It matches the list that His Majesty gave me. ]
Meng Yi ordered the city defense troops:
"Lead him to the Chang'an Palace."
Then he turned to Mao Heng and said:
"Your teacher is waiting for you at home."
Mao Heng thanked them and hurriedly left with the city defense troops.
Meng Yi took the bamboo slips sent by the Emperor from the table, which were full of names.
Find the two words "Mao Heng" and cross them out.
He found another blank bamboo slip and picked up his pen.
[Your Majesty, Mao Heng, a disciple of Xunzi, has arrived. ]
"Send it to the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"only."
The city defense troops left with the bamboo slips.
Meng Yi, who was still young but had achieved the position of the Internal History of the Nine Ministers, put away the pass. He copied his name on the blank bamboo slips, stroke by stroke, according to the bamboo slips given by the First Emperor.
After finishing writing, he pointed to the bamboo slips with wet ink on them and spoke to the chief historian in the mansion.
"This bamboo slip is for the soldiers guarding the city. If anyone else comes with a pass, ask for their name. If their name is on the bamboo slip, take the pass and take them directly to the palace of Lord Chang'an."
The Chief Secretary responded respectfully.
"only."
"Prepare the horses. I want to go to the palace."
"only."
A group of people rode fast from the Neishi Mansion, along the road where the public was not allowed to walk, and soon arrived at the Xianyang Palace.
But the young scholar came to nothing. After he expressed his request to see the First Emperor, Zhao Gao, the Minister of the Imperial Chariots, came out in person to report it.
"Your Majesty is not in the palace."
If it were four months ago, Meng Yi would naturally ask where the emperor was.
He and his elder brother Meng Tian were childhood playmates of the First Emperor and grew up with him. Others thought it was taboo to ask about the whereabouts of the First Emperor, but in Meng Yi's eyes, it was not a big deal.
But within just a few months, his brother was sent to guard Jiuyuan, his father was sent to guard Shangjun, his grandfather Meng Ao broke into the palace in armor and fell seriously ill, and the three major families were slaughtered like chickens by a group of old soldiers in front of the Supreme Court.
Meng Yi couldn't ask questions like where the emperor was.
Taboos are taboos, and as a minister, you should not be overly concerned about the whereabouts of your monarch.
A jun is a jun. Just because you played well with him when we were kids, he is really your elder brother.
Everyone has to grow up, unless there is someone carrying the burden above their head.
Handing the pass to Zhao Gao, Meng Yi said indifferently:
"When your Majesty returns to the palace, present this item to your Majesty. If you delay for even a moment, your life will be in danger."
After saying this, he mounted his horse and left without waiting for Zhao Gao's response. Meng Yi did not want to have anything to do with Zhao Gao, as he felt it was a humiliation for him.
Meng Yi's view on Zhao Gao was the same as that of his brother Meng Tian, who believed that Zhao Gao was a lucky man. It is not known whether the two brothers grew up together and had similar personalities, or whether one's thoughts influenced the other.
Zhao Gao stopped moving without saying a word, looking at Meng Yi's departing back, his eyes filled with gloom.
He first put the pass made of colored glass into his arms to prevent his power from getting out of control and crushing it.
"Meng family... this is the second time."
Chang'an Jun Mansion was originally located in the courtyard of Lu Buwei.
The First Emperor was wearing casual clothes, holding a fishing rod in his hand, leaning against a rock to fish.
He originally went fishing inside the Xianyang Palace, but there was something wrong with the carp in the pond of the Xianyang Palace.
These fat carps that have been well-fed and not caught for years are really easy to catch...
