Chapter 344: Something must have happened yesterday
The cool breeze will turn into heat after circulating in Ying Chengjiao's body.
There were no plants taller than waist height in this field, and most of the Korean land in the Central Plains was flat. This would be a disadvantage in wartime, because there was no strategic location to defend.
But at this moment this is a good thing, as it allows Ying Chengjiao's vision to reach the horizon without any obstruction.
The soul from two thousand years later looks into the distance and looks up at the starry sky.
Ying Chengjiao was not a professional astronomy researcher in his previous life, but as a qualified keyboard warrior, he knew that this gorgeous starry sky was different from the one two thousand years later. Many stars had shifted, although he could not see it.
Just like him.
Judging from his appearance, there is no difference between him and others.
He took deep breaths, but it didn't relieve the depression in his heart. It was like being trapped in the ocean, and the seawater poured in as he opened his mouth, making the suffocation even stronger.
This sea is called loneliness.
The legalists of this era are not the laws of later generations.
The Mohism of this era is not the democracy of later generations.
No matter how much alike they are, no matter how much they have in common.
In essence, the two are completely different.
Ying Chengjiao lay on the horse's back with his eyes closed. The old horse, who was familiar with maps, carried him back to Xinzheng in a half-asleep state.
The beautiful girls, Qingmei and Dingxiang, came out of the gate of the county magistrate's mansion, carefully supported Ying Chengjiao, and helped him back into the house.
After Ding Xiang removed Ying Chengjiao's shoes and socks, she suddenly felt something strange in front of her. She looked down and saw Ying Chengjiao kicking his own fruits restlessly.
The slightly worried mood suddenly relaxed, and she leaned forward a little to let her master feel better, and smiled gently:
"Why did you come back so late today, sir?"
Ying Chengjiao's eyes were deep and his expression was serious.
"The stars hang low over the plains, and I am deeply fascinated by the natural scenery. I feel so much that I can't help but linger."
Qingmei, who went to fetch water for Ying Chengjiao to wash his feet, brought a basin of water that she felt was cold, but her husband thought it was just the right temperature - the water temperature for women's baths is generally slightly higher than that for men.
Then she heard her own young master bullying her sister while saying some half-truthful words in a serious tone.
He grabbed Ying Chengjiao's feet, pressed them hard into the wooden basin, rubbed them gently with his hands, and had a half-smile on his face.
"Sir, you have so many insights, but can you express them?"
Ying Chengjiao raised his head at a thirty-degree angle, with a profound look on his face.
“The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will continue to search for it.”
"Cai, young master is amazing."
Dingxiang chuckled in praise, her rosy face was beautiful and charming.
His sister Qingmei murmured softly:
"Just let him get used to it."
Then he raised his voice and said teasingly:
"Only Qingmei has heard that this is the seventh time that you have stolen words from Qu Yuan's Li Sao."
“Hey~”
Ying Chengjiao stretched out the words unwillingly, supported his body with his left hand and sat up, while his right index finger swung like a pendulum, with an expression on his face that said, "You little girl, what do you know?"
"How can something that is done by scholars be called stealing?"
"Yes, yes, it's called reference~"
Qingmei rolled her eyes cutely and uttered a long sound. She took off the clean cloth draped over her shoulders, wrapped it around her master's feet and wiped them carefully.
In just a few words, Qingmei finished washing Ying Chengjiao's feet.
Because her man, her son, has never liked washing his feet since he was a child.
He took out a small stool that had been prepared long ago and nailed with three layers of animal hides, and lifted the young man's feet and placed them on it.
The twin sisters Qingmei and Dingxiang pressed the acupoints on the feet of Ying Chengjiao, one on each side - their young man, who did not like washing his feet, actually liked foot massage very much.
From children to men, from Master Chengjiao to the two daughters of Lord Chang'an, all the people who served Ying Chengjiao felt that their master was in a good mood today.
Ying Chengjiao groaned comfortably and lay back on the bed.
Close your eyes so that he doesn't have to hide the loneliness deep in them.
The road is long and arduous, but I will search for it up and down... Ying Chengjiao thought silently.
He doesn't bring outside stress home.
Most men are like this, they only report good news and not bad news.
The next day, it was still dark.
The scientist, dressed in linen clothes, stood early in the morning outside the door of Ying Chengjiao's residence in the Xinzheng County Magistrate's Mansion.
An hour later.
Lu Goujian, the monk who volunteered to guard Ying Chengjiao, was sweeping the clean courtyard. From time to time, he looked up at the scientist and tilted his head towards the living room - should I call the Lord?
Every time the scientist just shook his head and stood there waiting.
Lu Gou Jian could only sigh softly, then lowered his head and swept around casually with the broom, which looked ordinary but actually had a long handle made of heavy fine iron.
The Lord, who was not very gifted in martial arts, once wrote in his novel that there were four realms in the way of the sword - unrivalled sharpness, lifting light things as if they were heavy, lifting heavy things as if they were light, and the unity of man and sword.
The former world's number one swordsman didn't know how his master came up with this idea, but he thought it made sense. At least he practiced according to this, and his martial arts not only did not decline with age, but instead made great progress.
Today, Lu Gou Jian also didn't understand why the scientist, who seemed to be the most hated by the monarch but was actually the best friend of the monarch, punished himself by standing in front of the door.
Since the cities in Han were distributed, Ying Chengjiao resumed his good habit of not sleeping until he woke up naturally, and usually got up at the end of the morning, which is nine o'clock.
It is now the end of the Yin period, five o'clock in the morning, and the sky is just getting light. Scientists have to wait for Ying Chengjiao for at least two more hours.
In the past, he was a scientist who attached great importance to time, had strong hands-on skills, and raced against time when researching and creating .
Like a standing pine tree, he stood outside Ying Chengjiao's house without saying a word and without letting anyone in to report.
The sun is rising in the sky, and the rising sun awakens the silent world.
Ying Chengjiao, wearing a thin coat and slippers, walked quickly to the scientist, took the scientist's hand, dragged him inside, and complained:
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
The scientist's body was weak and he followed Ying Chengjiao, answering irrelevant questions.
"I'm back to be Qin Mo."
Ying Chengjiao paused, and the scientist took a step forward before stopping.
Ying Chengjiao changed direction, pulled the scientist out of the house, and then pulled the scientist through the gate of the county magistrate's mansion. The two talked as they walked.
"Although Ying Chengjiao lacks a Qin Mo, the world lacks a Mohist master even more."
"I told you yesterday about the scenery of Yiyang. Your Majesty, do you dislike it?"
"I am disgusted."
"If that's the case, why do you still want me to stay in Yiyang?"
"I want to take another look."
"I don't understand your Majesty's intention."
"Each school of thought governs its own affairs, each with its own strengths and weaknesses. I want to learn from their strengths and make up for their weaknesses."
Scientists understand.
Mohism is one of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and the most prominent one among them.
"Go back. You have governed Yiyang very well."
The images of poor people who kept pouring into Yiyang, wearing rags and having no hope for their future life, kept appearing in Ying Chengjiao's mind.
"At least it's good now."
Apart from the Mohist school, no other family could treat these poor people equally. No other county could open its gates and happily welcome these refugees.
Ying Chengjiao was angry at the scientists' statement that suffering leads to success.
The poorest people don't get angry.
I can have Yi Yang as a shelter and live in Yi Yang city.
There is light in their eyes.
They have smiles on their faces.
They were very happy.
Thoughts can be lofty, but they cannot be separated from the people in need. Those in power should listen to the voices of the people.
After seeing the scientist off, Ying Chengjiao returned home, put on his clothes and put on a hat with the help of Qingmei and Dingxiang.
"Where are you going, sir?"
Dingxiang straightened Ying Chengjiao's collar, and her beautiful big eyes did not miss any wrinkles. Even if Ying Chengjiao walked out of this door, all her careful care would be in vain.
"Nanyang."
Ying Chengjiao looked at himself in the bronze mirror to see if the hanging black veil could completely hide his face.
"What are you going to do? Find another Vietnamese girl?"
Qingmei pouted.
She was deeply hostile to Vietnamese women and did not conceal it at all.
In her opinion, Yue women are the epitome of willfulness and always cause trouble for her own master.
"Wow, you can guess that?"
Ying Chengjiao pretended to be surprised, patted his maid's buttocks again, and ran out.
Without Ying Chengjiao, who always liked to take action, the blush on Dingxiang's face slowly faded away.
"Nanyang."
She talked to herself.
Qingmei, who was more outgoing than her sister, rubbed her numb and painful buttocks and said casually:
"The county magistrate is Fu Sheng, who is under Confucian control."
The corners of his mouth were pursed into a sneer, and his rosy and plump lips completely erased any harshness.
"Those incompetent scholars are worthy of your presence, don't they have a memorial to present?"
Except for Yiyang, which is controlled by scientists, detailed information of each city is updated every three days and will be forcibly presented by the Xinzheng County Magistrate to the house where Ying Chengjiao lives and the desk in the hall.
"I asked Duke Lu, and the scientist came before the hour of Yin this morning and waited until you woke up..."
Something must have happened yesterday... Dingxiang was very sure.
The reason why I left the story unfinished is because I was afraid that my sister, who was not steady enough, would conduct a private investigation and interfere with what the young master was doing.
Qingmei took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened them again, and said with a little dissatisfaction:
"Sister, you are hesitant to speak here. Do you think I can't imagine what happened yesterday? Do you think I am a fool?"
"If you were not stupid, how could you have allowed Yue Nu to win over Lü Changju, Lü Zhi, and Lü Shi?"
The same plump lips slowly curled up, the moist and lustrous alluring, and Lilac laughed at her sister.
"You brought those three girls back to Xianyang from Shan County, but now they are all learning swordsmanship from Yue women. You have learned a lot of bed skills and forgotten the secret ways of survival."
The Yue girl now taught Lü Changju, Lü Zhi and Lü Shi how to practice sword every day.
Of course, the Yue Girl Sword is an exception, which is not allowed to be passed on to other people - the Yue Girl, whose sword skills are even more powerful than Gai Nie, knows many sword skills.
Although he and the three daughters of the Lu family were not in the official relationship of master and disciple, they were in reality master and disciple, and they spent every day together.
"There are no secret guards now. They are called Quicksand now. Besides, who would have thought that those three girls like swordplay."
Qingmei had a bitter face and spoke stubbornly.
Although she knew her sister was trying to change the subject, she was indeed troubled by the matter.
The problem with Ying Chengjiao is unknown. She has not investigated it yet and does not know the truth, so naturally she cannot solve it.
But her own problem was clear - the teammates she brought back switched to the opponent.
Qingmei felt very uncomfortable.
"I originally thought Ping'er was the rival, and I was very happy that she stayed with the Queen instead of following the Master.
"If I had known that the third daughter of the Lu family would be won over by a stubborn girl who does whatever she wants and doesn't think about the consequences, I would have shared the young master with Ping'er."
…
Afang Palace.
Among the concubines in the harem, only the Queen Afang's palace was named after her.
Even Crown Prince Ying Fusu's biological mother, Concubine Zheng Shan, did not have this honor.
Someone once took advantage of the fact that the First Emperor spent two more nights in his room and whispered tenderly beside him, asking to name the palace after his name.
On the second day, the concubine of the First Emperor, who had slept for ten days in a month, caught a cold - it was an acute cold that even Xia Wuqie could not cure, and she would die in less than half an hour.
The ladies in the harem were kept silent for a month before they learned the cause of the incident - from the mouth of the eunuchs in the Jingshifang.
The people in Jingshifang Temple are all castrated, and they are all people with great martial arts skills.
Their duty was to watch and write down the records of the king's sexual intercourse.
In addition to recording the year, month, and day, even the time of intercourse must be written clearly.
When the monarch of Qin had sex, the eunuchs in the Jingshifang had to witness it with their own eyes.
This is not to say that the Qin kings had any quirks. In fact, most dynasties in history had departments similar to the Jingshifang to prevent the monarchs from being assassinated.
Most men would lose their vigilance when charging, and the emperor was no exception. This was theoretically the best time to assassinate.
This was a common occurrence at the time, but when a certain guy found out about it, he went crazy.
A certain young man was greatly shocked and couldn't understand it. He called him a pervert and a playboy.
King Zhaoxiang of Qin personally explained the reason to him. The young man understood it quickly, but still could not accept it, so he proposed to his grandfather to replace all the people in the Jingshifang Temple with women.
"What if Grandfather gets horny and takes her to bed? Who will protect Grandfather?"
"Switch to an older woman."
"How long?"
"forty?"
"It's the time of abundance."
"Fifty, no, sixty!"
"She is indeed not as pretty as before, but she is so old , how much strength does she still have? Can she still protect Grandpa?"
"…Then find an ugly, strong woman."
King Zhaoxiang of Qin laughed and touched his great-grandson's head.
"She must be ugly, have high martial arts skills, and be loyal. It is not difficult to find a woman who has all three of these qualities, but it is hard to find one who has two of them, and it is even harder to find one who has all three."
The eunuchs in Jingshifang were all trained by the Ying clan since childhood. Only after they were absolutely loyal to the king could they cut off the roots of right and wrong and gain the honor of watching the King of Qin's charge.
There is a natural difference in strength between men and women. Training a qualified ugly female eunuch is obviously much more difficult than training a male eunuch.
"If you want to achieve what you want, the simplest way is to choose the latter two. The appearance is not important, and it doesn't matter if the face is destroyed. But seeing a face full of scars from cuts, my grandfather will lose interest in bed."
King Zhaoxiang of Qin flicked the immature loach of his great-grandson.
"Are you in the mood for sex?"
“…”
"If your grandfather is not good, then there will be no great grandfather. If your great grandfather is not good, then there will be no great grandfather. If your great father is not good, then there will be no you. In this case, don't you like the monks in the Jingshifang?"
King Zhaoxiang of Qin smiled as he looked at his great-grandson who did not yet understand the beauty of sexual intercourse between men and women and was unable to display his masculinity.
