Chapter 381: What does my brother mean? Are you not a bloodthirsty person?
"My Lord, you hurt me."
The woman's eyes were tearful and she twitched. She then placed her bare hands on Ying Chengjiao's palms and rubbed them gently.
"Your hand cannot seduce me. Your hand is not as attractive as your face. There are calluses on your hands from doing rough work. You are a servant.
“This makes me even more curious.
"Who on earth is so smart that he went through so much trouble and ended up sending only a servant to seduce me? Isn't this looking down on me?
"I am powerful in the court, sitting on a high platform, watching the clouds roll and unroll. I can cover the sky with one hand, and a sneeze will bring a torrential rain. Such a good thing as going to Wushan with me should never fall on you.
"Why, he has no sisters or daughters?"
The Ying Chengjiao of today is completely different from the one he was a year ago. Few court officials call him "boy" when they meet him, but instead politely call him Chang'an Jun.
Those officials who were of low status and could not ascend to high positions had to address the emperor respectfully as "Jun Ye".
Meng Ao, who did not deserve the title of marquis, was forced by Ying Chengjiao to be granted the title of Marquis of Chejun. After that, Ying Chengjiao was still unknown among the people, but he was absolutely very popular in the officialdom.
Ying Chengjiao, who is second only to the emperor and above everyone else, has not yet married. Every day, countless people bring their daughters and sisters to propose marriage to him, hoping to marry his younger brother, who has no official position but controls the officialdom in full.
The person who can sleep on Ying Chengjiao's bed now might be the mistress of Chang'an Jun Mansion, who is extremely precious.
"Why do you ask so many questions, sir? Is it because I am not pretty enough?"
The woman's eyes were seductive, no longer concealing her feelings. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the back of Ying Chengjiao's hand like a small animal. Her exposed snow-white shoulders were as smooth as milk.
"My Lord~"
The woman called out in a tender voice, puffed out her chest and slowly moved forward, with a hint of shyness and a gentle and charming atmosphere.
Sizzle~
The tiny sound of cloth tearing was masked by her cries. Her eyes were full of lust, her face was flushed as if she had drunk fine wine, like a drunk beauty who could not hold her liquor.
Suddenly, she paused.
The cheeks were still rosy and very attractive, but the eyes seemed to be a different person. The lust in them disappeared instantly like white snow under the sun, and replaced by hatred like the deepest night!
"You haven't killed anyone?"
Ying Chengjiao grabbed the woman's hand hidden in her silk clothes and raised the wrist of his other hand effortlessly in front of the woman. In that hand, which also had calluses, was a dagger flashing with a cold light.
Ying Chengjiao glanced at the struggling hand in his palm and pursed his lips, motioning the woman to look for herself.
"Beauty, you are shaking. You want to kill me, what are you afraid of? No wonder you didn't tell me who was behind this. It turns out to be an assassin."
Ying Chengjiao pushed the woman hard into the deep of the cabinet and felt very bored.
Nowadays, no one would assassinate the nobles in Xianyang unless they were stupid and had a blood feud with their own family and had to play a nine-clan elimination game.
No one could afford to assassinate him.
Cheng, the First Emperor was furious and exterminated the entire clan.
When this failed, Ying Chengjiao took revenge and exterminated the clan.
"Did you assassinate the wrong person? It was Ying Zheng who destroyed the six kingdoms, you went to assassinate him, why are you looking for me, Ying Chengjiao?
"If you don't want to suffer physical pain, just commit suicide. Don't even think about running away. You can't get out of Xianyang City."
Ying Chengjiao turned around and left. He had no time to play with the remnants of the six kingdoms.
Ever since the announcement was made to the world on the day of the Wax Festival, there have been a lot more assassins in Chang'an Junfu, with at least five dying every month. He has long been accustomed to being assassinated, although this assassination was very strange.
It’s not that the honey trap approach is a strange one, the problem lies with the choice of people.
Why do you think that a woman who has never killed anyone and whose martial arts skills are so low that they can be ignored can assassinate him, Ying Chengjiao?
Shaking his head, Ying Chengjiao stopped thinking about these problems. He planned to call the city defense troops over.
Bring people along, or collect the bodies.
The woman crawled out of the closet and screamed at Ying Chengjiao's back.
"Why don't you kill me?!"
Ying Chengjiao answered casually:
"The white clothes I wore today are stained with blood and are hard to wash."
The woman climbed up with difficulty.
Ying Chengjiao didn't push with all his strength just now, but he didn't hold back either. This palm slapped the woman's abdomen, who didn't know martial arts, causing her to feel unbearable abdominal cramps.
She held her stomach with one hand and held a knife with the other.
With a painful look on her face, she walked towards Ying Chengjiao step by step, wearing a veil that could not cover her body.
Ying Chengjiao turned around when he heard the sound and said helplessly:
"You are not only an actor, but also an idiot. You should know that you can't kill me."
He looked at the woman approaching with pity.
The woman thought Ying Chengjiao was pitying her for not having any martial arts skills and for committing suicide, and that it was a sign of pity from a superior for a subordinate who could not control his fate, so she shouted angrily:
"You brat! Even though I can't kill you, I will dye your white clothes red! When a common man gets angry, blood will splatter every five steps!"
She trotted, closed her eyes, jumped up, and thrust angrily.
Ying Chengjiao held her wrist again. She tried to use all her strength but it was like a drop in the ocean.
Opening her eyes, she could see Ying Chengjiao's eyes up close, even closer than when she was in the closet. The pity in those eyes seemed different from the ones that had looked at her before...
"At your age, in my hometown, you should be in college, in a relationship, treating breakups as a big deal, and praying that you don't meet a scumbag.
"I want to reform the law, get rid of the nobility, promote the people, enlighten the people and make China rise. The nobility want me dead, which is right, but you people also want me dead, which is too hurtful.
"You said I'm not a saint, so why should I fight for you ungrateful people? You like being exploited, oppressed, and unable to make a name for yourself, so I'll leave it to you."
Throwing the woman to the ground, Ying Chengjiao looked into her eyes filled with hatred.
"That look is not nice. I want to see a clear and stupid look. The change is not for you, it's for myself. I am not happy with this world ."
The woman struggled to get up, but to no avail.
Ying Chengjiao left some internal force in the woman's body, which sealed off several key meridians in her lower back, preventing her from getting up.
"You can move your hands, and you can still commit suicide. This is the privilege of beauty. Of course, if you can't do it, you can also ask me to help you. It's just a matter of taking off your clothes."
Ying Chengjiao picked up the bag of honeycomb coal. The woman didn't need it because there were other people who needed it.
"Ying Chengjiao!"
The woman's voice was shrill and desperate.
"What?" Ying Chengjiao smiled and turned around, saying, "If you want to live, forget it. You have already assassinated me, and the killer should be prepared to be killed."
"When you killed my brother, were you prepared to be killed?"
The woman's voice did not contain any emotion, she just looked at Ying Chengjiao steadily.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
Hatred is like the water in the deep sea, flowing slowly but heavily and powerfully, far deeper than the waves on the seashore.
Ying Chengjiao felt something strange in his heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He originally thought that the woman in front of him was being instructed by someone else and that the hatred was instilled in her by others.
Listening to the words, it seems not to be the case.
"Who is your brother?"
"Ma, Lie." The woman spoke slowly, "This name was given by you."
Ying Chengjiao clenched his hands suddenly while holding a bag of honeycomb coal, his face expressionless.
"So you are Ma Lie's sister, then I will spare your life."
The woman raised the dagger and naturally placed it across the snow-white neck.
Perhaps it was the fear of impending death, or perhaps it was the despair of not being able to take revenge, the woman's emotions, which had already been indifferent to the extreme, rose again.
Tears were flowing from the corners of her eyes.
The pretty face with powder and tears on it looked sad, the red lips with cinnabar instead of rouge opened and closed, the pearly teeth rubbed and collided.
"Why don't you get stained with dust?
"Why do you have to be so clean and dressed in white?
"Why are you in the storm, but out of the water and fire?"
When the sharp dagger saw blood, she laughed, her body twitched, and the blade sank deeper and deeper.
"Don't sit on the high platform, you will fall down."
Her voice softened and her gaze moved from Ying Chengqiu's face to his hands and to the bag of honeycomb coal.
The man who killed her brother, Chang'an Jun, who was the most lustful man in her brother's eyes, did not throw her on the bed and force herself on her when she came to him.
This powerful nobleman, who killed her brother and was not subject to Qin law, not only delivered things to the people personally.
When he was about to be assassinated, he did not forget to take away a bag of honeycomb coal, which was the most popular product in Xianyang recently and could help ordinary people spend the winter safely.
She hated Ying Chengjiao, who killed her brother, to the core, but the scene before her opened a crack in her heart that was filled with hatred.
She still hated Ying Chengjiao to the core, but she could no longer say that the man in front of her was a bad person.
"You're such a good person, you should be as evil as me!"
The blade passed by.
Blood is flowing.
The woman who had never killed anyone killed someone herself.
Ying Chengjiao remained silent and said nothing.
With his martial arts skills, he had countless opportunities to rescue the woman.
He stared at the woman collapsed on the ground, watched her beautiful big eyes gradually lose their luster, watched her delicate body shrouded in a veil lose its temperature.
The door opened.
Ying Chengjiao walked out of the door carrying the bag of honeycomb coal. He was going to deliver it to the next family.
He was wearing a black singlet.
A quarter of an hour later, there was a slight clanging sound.
Three very beautiful women dressed as maids opened the door violently.
They were wearing the unique costumes of Chang'an Junfu. The biting cold wind rushed in with them, blowing on the white fox fur that was slightly stained with blood.
They looked extremely unhappy as they quickly stepped forward and rudely lifted up the red and white fox fur coat, revealing the delicate body that was covered by a veil that could not even hide the body.
A maid was furious.
"Bah! Despicable!"
Four days later, the eunuchs entered the Chang'an Palace, and Ying Chengjiao was summoned into the palace by the First Emperor.
This is very unusual.
The First Emperor had not summoned Ying Chengjiao to the palace for a long time. The two brothers could meet at any time and there was no need for such a set of procedures.
Ying Chengjiao was at a loss as to what to say and had no idea what his cheap royal brother was up to.
The royal carriage drawn by four horses galloped along the road without any obstruction. It stopped briefly in front of the gate of Xianyang Palace and was soon allowed to move forward again.
Then he was escorted by a team of guards and led all the way to the Zhangtai Palace.
Ying Chengjiao felt a little relieved. There were stories about palaces like . If they really wanted to hold a small meeting, they would usually go to the meeting hall.
Although Zhangtai Palace was also the palace where Emperor Qin Shihuang held private meetings, it was generally not a big deal.
As expected.
After entering the room, Ying Chengjiao looked around. Apart from the eunuchs and palace maids who were supposed to be there, he did not see a single minister.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Brother, are you looking for me?"
The First Emperor pointed to the cushion in front.
"sit."
Ying Chengjiao sat down as he was told, and without hesitation picked up the bamboo slips in front of the emperor and began to look through them.
The eunuchs and palace maids who saw this scene in Zhangtai Palace pretended not to see it. They were the ones who were most informed of the news in the palace in the whole of Xianyang, and they knew very well what privileges Ying Chengjiao had now.
Ying Chengjiao watched and complained.
"Can you get rid of these outdated bamboo slips? They are too inconvenient and tiring to hold. If you don't want to promote the use of paper in the world, can't you use it yourself? Don't tell me you want to lead by example. You're not that kind of person."
The person pouring the tea was a young eunuch who had just entered the Xianyang Palace not long ago.
He shuddered and almost spilled the tea on the First Emperor.
The First Emperor remained indifferent and did not express anything, as if he did not see it.
The young eunuch hurriedly put down his tools, knelt on the ground with a thud, and banged his head repeatedly.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
The First Emperor picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, saying without any emotion:
"Come here, drag him out and give him fifty lashes."
The official who had been waiting at the door answered loudly:
"only!"
He stepped inside and pulled the young eunuch, and wanted to take the young eunuch on the ground out and beat him to death.
Fifty strokes of the cane means running for one's life.
The young eunuch also knew this and had a look of despair on his face.
He was manipulated by two guards as if he had no bones and was carried out.
"etc!"
Ying Chengjiao, please drink.
The two eunuchs observed the Emperor's expression and seeing that he did not say anything, they continued with their work.
They were afraid of Ying Chengjiao, but revered the First Emperor.
With the First Emperor in power, everything is subject to his orders.
You cannot try to be clever in front of the First Emperor, or you will be playing with your own life.
Ying Chengjiao frowned and looked up at the First Emperor.
The First Emperor picked up the teacup again, lowered his brows and continued to drink tea.
"You are really sick!"
Ying Chengjiao cursed angrily.
He stood up, took a few big strides to the two eunuchs, and snatched the young eunuch from their hands.
"You two get out."
The First Emperor stopped the two eunuchs who were about to fight with Ying Chengjiao.
"only!"
The two eunuchs responded loudly, feeling greatly relieved. They did not want to fight with Ying Chengjiao at all.
When they went out, they both felt lucky.
They looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.
They were all of noble birth, none of them were white.
I know that Ying Chengjiao is very powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't say to the emperor that he is ill. Besides, your majesty is not angry yet...
"What do you mean, brother? You are not a bloodthirsty person, so you called me here today just to show your power to me?"
Ying Chengjiao's tone was very unfriendly.
The reason why the young eunuch's hands were shaking was after he heard what he said, and it was obvious that he was uneasy about him speaking so casually to the First Emperor.
It was the First Emperor who executed the young eunuch, but if the young eunuch really died, it was because of him, Ying Chengjiao.
