Chapter 362: I have dealt with you, now it’s time for my brother to deal with me!
"My uncle has a broad mind, which is beyond the reach of a woman like Afang.
"I wonder what uncle wants to tell Ah Fang?"
Afang had expected her uncle to be so open-minded. Her uncle had always been so cynical since the day they met.
If it is said that Your Majesty only cares about national affairs and does not care about personal matters, then my uncle is the one who does not care about most of the things that others strive for, but always pays great attention to some unnecessary trivial matters.
To this day, Afang cannot understand the demise of the three great families of Meng, Xi and Bai.
Ying Chengjiao said casually:
"I just went to see Xiao Shiba. He wasn't in a good mental state. He was probably frightened. I took him out to play for a while."
Afang pondered for a moment.
"Uncle, are you going to teach Hu Hai personally? This child is so lucky to be favored by your uncle. If Fusu knew, he would be so envious and wonder why he was outdone by an eighteen-year-old child."
At that time, the First Emperor wanted Ying Chengjiao to be the teacher of his eldest son, but Ying Chengjiao refused.
Now that he has taken the initiative to propose to bring Ying Hu Hai with him, Afang suspects that her uncle is testing the candidate for the heir to the throne, and her words are full of ulterior motives, trying to test her uncle's intentions.
"I am just a boy, how can I be qualified to teach others? The Queen's sister-in-law is really joking."
Ying Chengjiao understood the hidden meaning of Afang's words and smiled to dispel his worries.
"Hu Hai is young, he will definitely cause a lot of trouble to uncle, uncle will discipline him strictly."
Afang smiled and said that she agreed.
"No way."
Ying Chengjiao also said with a smile, sighing slightly in his heart.
[She agreed so readily. The emperor's wife really doesn't care much about Little Eighteen. Well, now that Zhao Gao is dead, I'll take Little Eighteen with me. There is no one around my brother who can cause the demise of the Second Qin Emperor. The Qin should be stable.]
"My brother, over there..."
Ying Chengjiao looked embarrassed, as if he didn't know how to ask the First Emperor for Ying Hu Hai.
Afang returned the favor and took the initiative to agree.
"Uncle, don't worry. I'll go and talk to Afang."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
Afang shook his head.
The youngest prince with no hope of the throne is not that important.
"…The difficulty of practicing magic is not unique to chariots of ten thousand, but also to chariots of a thousand. The ruler's subordinates do not have to be wise. If the ruler listens to the wisdom of others and then discusses their opinions with his subordinates, it is like discussing wisdom with fools…"
The young man read aloud, glancing at the palace door from time to time, and read very quickly.
Every time he glanced over, he hoped that his uncle would push the door open and walk in. Every day when he looked away, he hoped that his uncle would push the door open and walk in the next time he looked at him.
“How many times?”
Ying Chengjiao suddenly opened the door and asked with a smile.
"uncle!"
The young man threw away the bamboo slips and rushed forward like a flesh bomb .
In Zhangtai Palace, the First Emperor got up, had breakfast, bathed and changed his clothes. Feeling refreshed, he patiently listened to what his wife said about her brother wanting to take his eighteenth son away.
"This bastard, I asked him to take Fusu but he refused, now he is asking to take Huhai with him!"
"Your Majesty, do you think that uncle wants to interfere with the position of Crown Prince? Ah Fang will refuse now!"
"Sit down, sit down."
The First Emperor held down the Queen who was about to leave in a hurry, and said helplessly:
"I am just complaining out of habit. Fusu was chosen by Cheng Jiao and I, and it took more than ten years to cultivate him. Even if I want to depose Fusu from the position of Crown Prince, Cheng Jiao will object."
Afang believed the First Emperor's analysis, because her husband stood much higher than her and could see much farther.
"That's good."
"However, we can't let this guy go so easily."
The First Emperor stroked his chin.
"Go and send Yin Man over as well. It's almost the same whether you take one or two."
The fifth princess of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Yinman, had never liked makeup and loved military uniforms since childhood.
Not only did he practice martial arts in his own palace and exchange skills with eunuchs and palace maids , he also often sought out other princes and princesses to exchange skills.
Except for the eldest prince Ying Fusu, the second prince Ying Gao, the third prince Ying Jianglu, and the fourth prince Ying Zhi, who were older than her, were no match for Ying Yinman. Not to mention the rest who were younger than Ying Yinman, none of them could fight her.
Women develop earlier than men. At this age, Ying Yinman is invincible in the harem and can be called the bully of the harem. Many princes and princesses avoid her.
The Fifth Princess's tyranny is not limited to children.
Most of the princes and princesses of the Qin Dynasty respected and feared the First Emperor, but Ying Yinman was different.
The Fifth Princess, who had been lively and fond of fun since childhood, often came here to ask the First Emperor to teach her martial arts when he was still working in the Zhangtai Palace every day.
The First Emperor told his daughter more than once that "this is just the courage of a common man, which is of little use." However, the fifth princess was a rebel and refused to listen and was ready to confront the First Emperor.
He keeps fighting despite repeated failures and never gets tired of it.
The Zhangtai Palace, which was feared by other princes and princesses, was full of Ying Yinman's footprints. She came there more times than her elder brother Ying Fusu.
Chang'an Jun Mansion.
Ying Chengjiao arranged accommodation for his nephew and went to look for Xunzi.
He had to ask carefully why his brother looked so surprised when he said yesterday that he would go on patrol on behalf of the emperor, as if he had no idea about it at all.
"I was afraid the pigeons would be robbed, so I specially asked someone to deliver the letter to me, but you intercepted half of it... No matter how defensive you are, you can never guard against a thief in your own home!"
On the way to Xunzi's courtyard, Ying Chengjiao muttered to himself.
"Uncle, take my punch!"
A figure grew from small to big, and came over with a raised fist with excitement on his face.
The corner of Ying Chengjiao's mouth twitched. He stepped back sideways, put his hands behind his back and lightly hooked one foot.
The next moment, the figure screamed and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Ying Chengjiao quickly moved a few steps to avoid the dust, so as to prevent his new clothes from getting dirty.
The figure pushed himself up with both hands and jumped up nimbly. His originally neat clothes were all covered with dirt. Only his face was still clean. He must have raised his head on purpose when he fell.
"No martial ethics!"
The girl's face is white and tender, full of collagen.
Her figure was not fully grown, but it was graceful. Her natural and beautiful face without any makeup was full of dissatisfaction, and she frowned and complained loudly.
"You're bullying a 27-year-old man like me, and you won't let me get out of the way? I advise you to take care of yourself!"
“Come again!”
The girl dusted herself off, kicked her legs with both feet, and approached again. This time she paid special attention to her lower body, keeping her eyes on Ying Chengjiao's feet to avoid being ambushed again.
However, the next moment, the girl fell on her face again.
The girl lay on the ground, unable to get up, sulking.
She clearly didn't see her uncle kick, so how did she trip again!
"Hello."
She felt her head being flicked twice, in the same way as she flicked the rabbits she raised.
The girl suddenly turned her head and stared unkindly at her uncle's smiling face which became more and more hateful the more she looked at it.
"What are you doing in my house?"
Ying Chengjiao asked while tapping the girl's head.
The young man protected his head in displeasure, and climbed up to sit on the ground. He didn't sit upright, but sat on the ground with his legs spread apart, looking very casual and chivalrous.
"The palace finds me annoying."
She said this with great self-awareness.
Ying Chengjiao chuckled.
"Why do you think that if they find you annoying, I won't find you annoying?"
"Uncle, we in the martial arts world may not value courtesy, but we must value loyalty. It was you who taught me martial arts, saying that women are as good as men. Men can kill enemies and make achievements on the battlefield, so why can't women do the same?"
The girl glanced at her uncle.
"It's fine if others find me annoying, but what right do you have to find me annoying, uncle?"
Not too light, not too heavy, but just enough force to make the fifth niece feel pain and flick her head.
"What does it have to do with me? Who told you to read my novel?"
"Isn't it that uncle writes for others to see?"
"Who said that? Can't I just write for fun to kill time?"
"Father can see it, why can't Yin Man see it?"
"Do you think that just bringing your father out will help? Your father was also a thief! According to Qin law, your father will never be able to complete his labor service in his lifetime!"
"The word 'steal' is not used properly. All under heaven belongs to the emperor, and all the people in the land are his subjects. Everything in the world belongs to my father, and so does the novel written by my uncle."
"...You are just as shameless as your father."
Ying Chengjiao stood up and lightly kicked his fifth niece's spread left leg.
"Hurry up and get up! How can a girl sit so arrogantly? "
The girl's eyes lit up, and she saw the opportunity when Ying Chengjiao stretched out his foot, and she clasped her hands and suddenly threw him down with force.
Ying Chengjiao gave a light kick and the girl threw herself out, coming into close contact with the soil for the third time.
"A sneak attack, eh? Your mediocre martial arts skills are only good enough for beating up your brothers and sisters, but you dare challenge me? You don't know your own limitations. Of all the martial arts skills in the world, I, Ying Chengjiao, have mastered eight!"
Ying Chengjiao put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking like a lone warrior seeking to defeat the enemy.
"Humph, I admit that you are very strong. But things change over time, so don't bully a young girl!"
Ying Yinman quickly got up, raised her little fist towards the sun, shook it and shouted. The layer of dust on her body was golden, as if the scorching sun had covered her with a layer of sunshine armor.
dark place.
The Yue girl moved her delicate head slightly.
"Lord Lu, is my husband...always like this?"
[To argue with a little girl... Is this my husband who is so scheming and calculated that he drove Queen Mother Zhao back to Yongdi and left her helpless? This is too childish! ]
Lu Gou Jian held the broom, his expression calm, and nodded.
"common."
The Yue girl held her forehead with her hand. She finally understood why her husband was so popular among children—he himself was a child who never grew up!
The old man said gently:
"Madam, please don't underestimate this girl. Gou Jian once heard from the Lord that if the eldest son can't be helped, this girl is the second candidate for the King that the Lord favors. She is just one step away from becoming the first empress in the world."
"This little girl, the empress?"
The Vietnamese girl was surprised and pointed at the girl who was clasping her fists and asking for advice.
The old man nodded seriously.
The Vietnamese girl looked at the girl carefully, staring at her clear yet stupid eyes.
"If this kid had been the Second Emperor of Qin, the Qin State would have perished, right?"
After settling his uninvited fifth niece, Ying Chengjiao pushed open the gate of Xunzi's courtyard.
"It's normal for a drunkard to shout slogans to destroy Qin, a stutterer to write a rebellion plan, and a reckless man to talk about nighttime knife-wielding. They are young and hot-tempered, so it's understandable that they don't think things through. But Xunzi, you did the same thing, which is a little incomprehensible to Cheng Jiao. There are only a few words in total, and Xunzi hid a few more. Why did you do that?"
Inside the house, Ying Chengjiao spoke in a questioning tone.
"That old ghost has left, right?"
Xunzi did not answer the question, but instead threw another question to Ying Chengjiao.
Without waiting for Ying Chengjiao to answer, he asked and answered himself.
"He must have left."
Ying Chengjiao frowned.
"What do you mean? What does the source of the disaster leaving have to do with you hiding the words?"
"Your Majesty, who do you think is more important, Your Majesty or the King of Qin?"
"There is no me in this world, but there is no brother."
Even without Ying Chengjiao, the world would still be unified, there would be the county system, the same writing system, the same customs, and this is history that has already happened.
But without the First Emperor, Ying Chengjiao might have been able to unify the world with his advantage as a prophet, but he might also have died suddenly on the way - maybe someone assassinated him, maybe someone poisoned him, maybe the generals rebelled against him, or maybe there was no rain for three years.
There are too many unknowns.
Knowing history does not mean being omniscient. Reality is not a game and will not run according to a set program. The ancients were not NPCs and would not just speak in clichés.
Those who rely on their identity as time travelers, regard themselves as players, think they are unique in the world, and look down on all the heroes in the world will definitely not live long.
Even if he unified the world, facing the information of various counties, the interests of various families, and the thoughts of many civil officials and military generals, Ying Chengjiao knew that he would not be able to handle it better than the First Emperor.
"Your Majesty overestimates the King of Qin and underestimates me. This does not make sense, and I have no answer for you. Your Majesty, please do whatever you want to do."
Xunzi apologized, and the tough old man bowed his head slightly.
Ying Chengjiao was furious and pointed at the old man with spit flying everywhere.
"Xunzi, you are being a scoundrel! How can I deal with you? You are so old, what else can I do to you except say a few words to you?"
"A mistake is a mistake, regardless of age. Your Majesty, are you afraid that your students will cause trouble? You can write a letter. No matter what happens to you, it is all your own fault."
Today's Xianyang has long become the era of Xunzi.
Many of Xunzi's students entered the court, while others were sent abroad.
Although he called himself a Confucian, the First Emperor used his disciples without any courtesy and did not confine them to the Office of Doctors like Chunyu Yue and Fusheng.
The First Emperor once jokingly said that these students were Confucianists in appearance but legalists in nature, and were most suitable for the Qin Dynasty.
If something happened to Xunzi, his disciples would quit their jobs and the Qin Dynasty would inevitably be in turmoil.
"Forget it! I dealt with you, and my brother should deal with me!"
The last time the three great families were killed, the First Emperor was very angry. He was angry that this move would cause turmoil in the Qin Dynasty. The same reason why Xunzi suffered was also true.
Ying Chengjiao slammed the door. He came in angry and left in angry.
“Not knowing.”
Xunzi sighed.
"Without the Lord, no one in the world would reform for the people, not even high officials who were promoted from the people. The Lord is much more precious than the King of Qin. Now that the King of Qin is in power, the Lord is constrained in his actions and it is difficult for him to accomplish great things. Life is only a hundred years, and you won't live long. You just want to see the world that the Lord talks about in your lifetime."
