Chapter 7: Twenty-one Military Generals
Meng Tian had never seen his grandfather like this before.
He could see that his grandfather was serious when he said that there was no such person as Meng Tian in the Meng family, which was more true than the sword that had struck his scabbard.
His great-grandfather had never said such harsh words to him.
In this era, being kicked out of your home is a matter no less serious than death.
Meng Tian's depressed and angry mood turned into confusion.
He really couldn't understand why his grandfather would drive him out of the family for Ying Chengjiao.
"Tian..."
Meng Tian's voice was a little hoarse and low, and there seemed to be a hint of grievance that shouldn't exist.
“I know!”
The new generation military leader of the Qin State growled two words at his grandfather.
Then, he put the sword, whose scabbard had been chopped beyond recognition, on his waist and no longer resisted the old general's attack.
Tap tap tap
He turned around and walked away with his steps neither light nor heavy, just like he usually walked, raising a little dust.
The worst that could happen is that you’ll be hacked to death!
If the old general didn't chase him, could he really kill his own grandson?
With a cold snort, Meng Ao threw the sword to the ground, went back to the house, took out a black cotton coat and put it on.
"You bastard! Why don't you give me some clothes before you leave?"
While cursing, the old general walked out of the courtyard and walked along the smooth bluestone road that had been trampled on, heading out of the mansion.
When the servants of the Meng Mansion along the way saw the old general, the older ones were surprised. By the time they reacted, the old general was almost in front of them.
"My Lord!"
They hurriedly saluted on the spot, and some even shed tears of excitement.
For so many years, Meng Ao has been living in seclusion in his mansion. Except for the servants who serve Meng Ao specially, the old people in the Meng family have not seen Meng Ao for a long time.
The younger servants did not recognize Meng Ao's appearance and had no sense of etiquette.
They either received instructions from the elders around them or saw other servants performing the ceremony, and then they bowed down belatedly.
"My Lord!"
Meng Ao would kick anyone who was saluting as he passed by, with a look of impatience on his face.
"Get up! When did all these bird gifts appear in your house?"
When the old man was kicked, no one showed any anger, but instead laughed and said, "The Marquis is mighty and powerful."
The newcomer was a little overwhelmed when he was kicked out. Was it wrong etiquette ? It has been like this since they came to the Meng family!
“Alas, the Meng family has become like this.”
The constant emergence of new faces and the rigid bows made Meng Ao feel a little tired.
"In Chang'an Jun's words, it's inhumane. I have changed, the Meng family has changed, and Chang'an Jun has changed too."
Meng Ao would never forget how brilliant the little boy was, who had not yet been conferred the title of Lord Chang'an and was known to the world as Prince Cheng Jiao.
Unfortunately, just like his strong body gradually getting old, nothing can withstand the invasion of time.
Prince Cheng Jiao, who was once the most outstanding son of the Ying clan, has become the shame of the Qin Dynasty and the Chang'an Lord who is hated by everyone.
Only the older generation like them know the secret!
Now I know what happened back then!
The first heir to the supreme throne of Qin State is not the current emperor, but Chang'an Jun!
A widely circulated curse in Xianyang - Your son is like a royal brother!
Every time Meng Ao heard it, two emotions, sadness and ridicule, would suddenly arise in his heart.
"A bunch of birdmen! If the son I give birth to can really be like Chang'an Jun, I, Meng Ao, am willing to lead his horse and stirrup him!"
On this day, Meng Ao, a veteran general of the Qin State, left his residence for Ying Chengjiao and went to the residences of twenty-one generals.
Of the twenty-one generals, two were not at the mansion. After talking with the old man, each of the remaining nineteen respectfully saw him off to the next person's door before returning to the mansion.
"The king has issued an order! All guests! Return to the palace immediately!"
"Among my followers, is there anyone who can defeat a thousand men? Come out immediately!"
"Fight against the Iron Eagle Swordsman! Can any of you win? If you can, I will reward you with a hundred gold coins!"
Orders were issued one after another from the 19 generals' residences. The sound of horses' hooves on the road continued, and the chaotic noise seemed to shatter the rare peace.
After some time, the order of the Internal Affairs Office of Meng Yi came out: the number of patrolling city defense troops was doubled, and the patrol interval was changed from half an hour to a quarter of an hour. If anyone with high martial arts skills was found, he must be captured on the spot! Anyone who dared to resist would be killed without mercy!
The sun above Xianyang was blocked by a cloud. The cloud was white, not dark.
But it didn't seem to make any difference, the bright earth still became a little gloomy.
The rain has not come, but the wind is already blowing in the building.
Let’s talk about Meng Tian.
Feeling depressed and resentful, he wandered around the streets of Xianyang and somehow ended up at Li Xin's residence.
The thin black clothes were blown up by the wind. Meng Tian touched the scabbard full of cuts and looked up at the blue sky.
"Could it be that this is God's will?"
After saying that, he straightened his clothes, strode forward, and knocked on the door of Li Xin's residence.
After a while, after the butler reported, Li Xin, one of the new generation of generals of Qin State, laughed and went out of the house in person to welcome Meng Tian.
"Hahaha! Congratulations, Brother Meng! The fact that we can meet now must mean that His Majesty has rescinded his order!"
It was already afternoon, and it was long past the time that Ying Zheng wanted Meng Tian and Ying Fusu to go to Shangjun.
If Ying Zheng had not forgiven the two, they should have been outside the city of Xianyang at this time, which is why Li Xin said this.
"I guess so. Anyway, I can stay in Xianyang today ."
Whether or not to leave depends on what His Majesty decides in the court tomorrow.
As soon as Li Xin heard this, he knew that the matter was not over yet. It was too early for him to congratulate, so he quickly put away his smile.
"Can Xin help?"
"You can definitely help."
Meng Tian picked up the sword with a wry smile and pointed at the sword marks on it to show Li Xin. Li Xin became furious when he saw it.
"Who dares to be so arrogant and destroy Brother Meng's sword? I will kill him!"
A precious sword, a precious sword, includes its scabbard. The scabbard is so damaged that it is obviously no longer worth keeping.
Although the scabbard itself is very valuable, Li Xin does not care about it.
What he cared about was that the scabbard was destroyed and Meng Tian, as the sword holder, had lost face.
There is a saying about swordsmen that as long as the sword is alive, the man survives; if the sword dies, the man
Although the two were not swordsmen, having their swords destroyed was still a shameful thing!
"Why are you beheading him? He's my great grandfather!"
"Ah, uh, this, General Meng..."
The speed at which Li Xin's expression changed was astonishing. He was just filled with righteous indignation, but immediately became embarrassed and at a loss.
"Don't talk about this. I get depressed when I talk about it! Please help me. Do you have any wine? Have a drink with Tian! It would be best if..."
Meng Tian rubbed his stomach and seemed to still feel the severe pain.
"Zhao Jiu!"
