Chapter 480 My 趙儿 is so beautiful
On the New Year's Day of the third year of the Emperor's reign, there was no Emperor in Yongcheng offering sacrifices to heaven, only the Empress Regent went up to the high platform.
The people of Yongcheng were somewhat confused as to why His Majesty had not returned on the first day of October and was still on patrol outside.
But soon, the sounds of bells, drums, and zithers in the streets made them forget about the incident temporarily. Later, when the three animals for offering sacrifice to heaven were distributed, they completely forgot that the First Emperor had not arrived.
"Father, didn't the Chang'an Jun from last year come?"
The boy named Qiong had a good impression of the uncle who jumped and danced on the high platform and called out "Chang'an Jun" during the wax festival last year. He thought it was much more interesting than the uncle who was called "Your Majesty" by the elders.
What is your Majesty reciting? I don't understand a word. Although Chang'an Jun's recitation is also boring, it's very interesting to see him jumping around.
"That madman has been taken away by God."
The man, who had worked in the earth for another year and had grown another year older, was stunned for a moment before speaking.
If his son hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten who Chang'an Jun was.
Eating, drinking, wearing and using all occupied all his thoughts, so how could he use his brain to remember Chang'an Jun?
The New Year without the First Emperor is still joyful, and the doors on the streets are still filled with Yulei and Shentu. The two door gods never discriminate against the poor or favor the rich, and they are all the same in protecting or not protecting.
October 24th is Frost Descent, the last solar term in autumn.
The weather is getting colder and frost is beginning to appear.
When the ministers learned of the death of the First Emperor, their homes were bustling with activity, and they did not seem to feel cold at all.
They were preparing for the future, placing their bets, and trying to gain the upper hand between Chang'an Jun and the Crown Prince.
But before long, the chill from the northwest came roaring in with the northwest wind, covering their window frames and hearts with frost.
Xianyang doesn't feel cold in winter, Chang'an uses butcher knife to kill chicken. Meng Tian is suppressed, the crown prince is humiliated, and the ministers tremble in fear during the New Year.
November 8th is the beginning of winter.
In Qiong's memory, Chang'an Jun was very interesting, as entertaining as the actors who performed there.
The people have long forgotten the madman Chang'an Jun, who is only remembered when people mention his disrespect for heaven and earth.
Some Qin officials were trembling with fear and frightened by his reputation, while some were looking forward to the return of Chang'an Jun.
When they arrived in Xianyang, they entered the Xianyang Palace and went into the Xianyang Palace.
Ascended the throne as emperor, the Great Qin Empire, Qin II.
On the throne, Ying Chengjiao sat down without any grand ceremony of enthronement.
He was wearing a black crown embroidered with a lifelike black bird. This symbol of royal power fit him unexpectedly well. It was cut by Queen Afang according to his measurements last year.
With his hand on his chest and touching the head of the black bird, Ying Chengjiao was a little absent-minded.
When he was six years old, his grandfather Ying Ji, in disregard of the laws and regulations of the Qin State, customized a small crown suit for him, which was exactly the same as the one he was wearing except for the size.
He has a thirty-year-old soul and is happier than a six-year-old child. Even the most indifferent man cannot resist the temptation of supreme power.
Yingji smiled and said to him:
"My daughter is so beautiful."
Ying Chengjiao walked out of the palace with an extremely arrogant step.
The soul and the body are one, inseparable and influence each other.
Human beings are definitely not creatures in which the soul unilaterally and overwhelmingly dominates.
The most intuitive example of the body influencing the soul is that the person is a demon before being guided and becomes a Buddha after being guided.
His mature soul will make him feel that many things are childish and ridiculous, and his immature body will make him do some childish and ridiculous things from time to time.
Yingji called him, a rare hesitation appeared on his face, and finally said with a smile:
“Don’t run too far.”
Ying Chengjiao waved his hands like an old cadre.
Wearing this small crown, he ran through two palaces in the palace, showing off the singing black bird on his chest to every palace .
Then……
Ying Chengjiao clenched his fists, and the head of the black bird, which was raising its neck to sing, was clenched into a ball, and it could no longer make a sound.
He closed his eyes in pain and gritted his teeth.
Then, all the eunuchs and palace maids who had seen him wearing this outfit died.
In the three years he spent in Xianyang Palace, he had seen more dead bodies than he had seen in the thirty years of his previous life.
Sitting on the throne, holding royal power, being king, having the power of life and death.
Thirty years of moral standards and world outlook, values and concepts were shattered in three years.
My heart hurts a little.
He leaned back on the uncomfortable throne and closed his eyes.
He needs to take a break.
Yesterday, he had just experienced an assassination attempt in Yongcheng and was found by the Emperor's sister-in-law as soon as he entered Xianyang City.
When Afang and Mi Chu saw him for the first time, they asked about the whereabouts of the First Emperor.
This is a normal reaction.
People like Zhao Ji who started talking about nonsense right away obviously had problems.
Faced with his respected sister-in-law and doting sister, he certainly would not cover up for his stupid brother and simply exposed the fact that the First Emperor was not dead.
The two girls didn't have much hope that the First Emperor was still alive. There has never been a precedent of a king faking his death from ancient times to the present. What's the point?
After receiving Ying Chengjiao's firm and definite answer, the hesitant Afang handed over power overnight, leaving no authority behind and giving it all to Ying Chengjiao.
Ying Chengjiao spent half an hour just reading the recent memorials, and he only glanced over them roughly without reading them in detail .
I haven't even finished reading this yet, there's still memorials filling up half of the Zhangtai Palace.
In addition, he tried on the crown and imperial robes, handed over the imperial seal, and had a look with the top leaders of various departments in the palace.
The eunuchs' room, the kitchen, the palace attendants, the imperial physician's office...it took more than an hour to sort out all these.
That night, Ying Chengjiao was like a tireless machine, doing this and that, and there was always endless work to do.
The days are short and the nights are long in winter.
It was not yet dawn. After finally hearing Afang say that there was no rush for the follow-up, Ying Chengjiao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go to rest.
"Uncle, it's time to go to court."
"What court?"
"Early morning, Afang has informed all the ministers to come to Xianyang Palace to meet the new emperor."
"No, is it that urgent? Why are you so anxious, sister-in-law? The emperor is not anxious about the eunuchs... but the regent sister-in-law is anxious?"
"I handed the State of Qin over to you in front of all the ministers, and then I went to Yongcheng with Mi Chu."
The eager light in Afang and Michu's eyes would blind even a blind man again.
Ying Chengjiao opened his mouth, but it was so full of dog food that he couldn't close it.
Okay, okay, let’s play it this way, you two can live together and I can stay at home and work, okay?
What else can I say? Go ahead.
In the Xianyang Palace, hundreds of Qin officials were sitting in the hall, staring at each other.
Lord Chang'an, no, Your Majesty! Are you asleep?
Ying Chengjiao closed his eyes in a daze, when suddenly a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears.
"My daughter is so beautiful."
