Chapter 45: Young Ying Zheng
"Although it's a little unkind, why are we so excited?" The leaders of the Mohist School talked to each other. They were usually chivalrous, so they couldn't do many things. Now with the endorsement of the headquarters, they can do many things.
The Mohist school's thundering methods once again allowed the world to witness the Mohist school's fierceness and fearlessness.
The Mohist school is still the same Mohist school, and the Mohist heroes are still so unattainable.
After bidding farewell to the Six-Fingered Black Knight, Jin Yao entered the library of the Zhao Kingdom Palace. After all, it was a country's collection of books, and many of the books were top secret. Jin Yao didn't want to miss this opportunity.
"You went to the library?" King Xiaocheng of Zhao was a little surprised. At this age, not all people are full of youthful vigor. It is rare to be able to calm down and read books.
"What are the princes doing?" King Xiaocheng of Zhao asked in a low voice.
Everyone was silent, not knowing whether they should say anything. If one or two of the young masters were not just teasing others, they wouldn't have to be so embarrassed.
The eldest son, Zhao Yan, was still drunk in some brothel at this time, while the other sons were either fast asleep or hanging out in groups of three or five .
"Comparing yourself to others will only make you angry!" When King Xiaocheng of Zhao saw that the waiter did not answer, he knew the result and scolded him angrily.
"Where is the proton pill?" King Xiaocheng of Zhao asked again.
King Xi of Yan was also a big shot. Even though Prince Dan was a hostage in Zhao, he dared to attack Zhao!
"They have already fled back to Yandu!" Zuoyou still gave a difficult answer.
King Xiaocheng of Zhao frowned. He actually escaped. What were those people in the hostage house doing? They actually let someone escape!
"No one is worry-free!" King Xiaocheng of Zhao really felt tired.
During my reign, Zhao was truly strong, with famous generals such as Zhao She, Lian Po, and Le Yi, famous ministers such as Lin Xiangru and Zhao Sheng, and rising stars such as Le Cheng and Li Mu. However, it was truly weak when I ascended the throne, and Zhao She, Zhao Sheng, and Lin Xiangru were all old.
If it was a card drawing game, I had a hand full of SSRs, but the only one I could use was Lian Po. And because of internal strife, I was defeated in Changping, and my king bomb was used to smash it to pieces.
Less than a quarter of an hour after entering the library, Jin Yao came out dejectedly again.
"Aren't you reading anymore?" Zhao Qian stared at Jin Yao with her big eyes curiously.
"..." Jin Yao was silent. He learned the characters of Wei and Qi, but the books in Zhao's collection were written in Zhao's characters, which he didn't recognize at all. He couldn't understand them even if he wanted to!
"I suddenly remembered that there is something important I haven't done!" Jin Yao would never admit that he was illiterate!
"Where are you going?" Zhao Qian made up her mind to follow Jin Yao, wanting to see what kind of person could be appointed as Shangqing at the age of thirteen.
"Save Zhao !" Jin Yao said lightly and walked towards the palace gate.
"Save Zhao?" Zhao Qian was shocked. She was very clear about the current situation of Zhao State. This guy was appointed as Shangqing because of his remarks about saving Zhao. So she became even more curious about what it was about. So she followed Jin Yao with her short legs.
"Is this the old royal palace?" Zhao Qian was a little surprised. She knew the direction Jin Yao was going. The old royal palace had been abandoned due to the continuous expansion and heightening of the royal palace.
This was mainly because of the Battle of Handan. The royal palace was too close to the city wall and was therefore smashed to pieces. As a result, this section of the royal palace was abandoned and became a place to house hostages from various countries .
But it seems that there are no hostages in the State of Zhao now, right?
Zhao Qian thought about it and was not sure.
"Wenming Palace!" Jin Yao shook his head helplessly as he looked at the palace in front of him, which was as good as the Mobian Mountain Gate with lush grass and singing birds.
Sure enough, when the relationship between the two countries was good, the hostage had a high status and received good treatment. For example, when Yan Dan was still alive, he lived in the palace with red buildings and jade architecture next to the Wenming Palace.
This place, which is called a palace but is not even as big as a farmyard, is the Wenming Palace, where Ying Zheng, the hostage of Qin, lived.
"Stop, you bastard!"
"Zhao Zheng, go back to Qin!"
However, before Jin Yao could figure out how to contact Ying Zheng, he saw two young men in brocade clothes and a group of playboys stopping an eight or nine-year-old boy with a pigtail who was wearing coarse linen clothes.
"It's him!" After Jin Yao knew that the child was Ying Zheng, he was no longer in a hurry and just watched quietly.
There are seven kingdoms in the world, and the war situation is undecided. He has not decided whether to follow history and support Qin, or believe in the big promises made by King Xiaocheng of Zhao, or take the path of restoring the Three Jin Kingdoms.
Therefore, Jin Yao really wanted to see how the young Ying Zheng would deal with the ridicule and difficulties posed by these princes of Zhao.
"What are you glaring at!" In the crowd, the young Ying Zheng glared angrily and looked fiercely at the people around him.
But it was this glare that angered Gongzi Cheng.
"How dare you glare at me, you're a dog whose father doesn't want you and whose mother is a whore!" Zhao Cheng cursed angrily.
Originally they were all princes of the State of Zhao, living a life of luxury, but because of the attack from the State of Yan, their monthly wages were cut. Lian Po even suggested that the children of the royal family should set an example and obey the imperial edict, and that those who were fifteen years old or older should join the army as soldiers.
Although it was not adopted by King Xiaocheng of Zhao, it still frightened this group of pampered aristocratic children. With 130,000 against 600,000, they did not want to die.
So the angry group came to Ying Zheng to vent their anger.
"What would you do?" Jin Yao watched quietly, wondering how Ying Zheng, known as the greatest emperor of all time, would respond as a teenager.
The young man with horns on his head rushed directly towards Young Master Zhao Cheng and punched Young Master Cheng, who was older and taller than him and nearly half his height.
Unfortunately, he was young and weak, and was thrown to the ground by Gongzi Cheng's arms.
The young boy seemed to have gotten used to it and bit Gongzi Cheng's arm, as if he wanted to bite a piece of flesh off him.
"How dare you bite me!" Gongzi Cheng was also enraged, and threw Ying Zheng out with one hand, hitting him against the wall.
However, Ying Zheng ignored the consequences and pounced on Zhao Cheng again like a mad wolf.
"Hold him!" Zhao Cheng asked the playboy beside him for help. A group of people rushed up and pinned Ying Zheng against the wall so that he could not move.
The young Ying Zheng was seen struggling, his bee-like eyes fixed on Zhao Cheng, as if he wanted to remember him well.
"You're a bastard whose father doesn't want you and whose mother is a prostitute. If it weren't for your Qin State, how could Yan State dare to attack Zhao? Today I will kill you to avenge the Zhao people who died in Changping!" Zhao Cheng lifted up his sleeves and saw the bloody teeth marks on his arm. He was so furious that he drew out the dagger at his waist and was about to stab Ying Zheng.
"Stop!" Jin Yao stopped watching the show and spoke out decisively to stop it.
Zhao Cheng, who was filled with anger, ignored it and continued to draw his dagger and stab Ying Zheng who was unable to resist.
A trace of fear finally appeared in Ying Zheng's eyes. He looked at the cold dagger stabbing towards him, but he could not dodge it. He could only watch the cold light stabbing towards him.
