Chapter 77: If Mu has 5,000 soldiers and horses, he can conquer Yongdi!
"Greetings, Lord Chang'an."
Inside the house, a middle-aged man wearing a black warrior outfit and a Qin sword on his waist bowed to Ying Chengjiao.
"Sit down, sit down, sit down. Coming here is like coming home. Don't be shy."
Ying Chengjiao placed the fruit plate he brought in on the table and sat opposite the middle-aged man across the table.
"Eat some fruit. Yongdi is 300 miles away from Xianyang. You must be very tired after riding a horse all the way."
The middle-aged man looked normal, but if you looked closely, you would find that his fingers were trembling slightly, and he seemed very scared.
He had experienced the unknown coup d'état that year, and he knew very well what a terrible evil spirit was hidden under the skin of the smiling man in front of him.
To be honest, he now doesn't know why he is still alive. He has always believed that only his corpse can see this evil ghost again.
"Changan Jun..."
"Don't talk yet , wait till I finish asking you."
The middle-aged man nodded without any hesitation. In front of Ying Chengjiao, he was like a robot that couldn't think at all.
Even though he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, if he really met Ying Chengjiao, how could he say it to preserve his dignity and not embarrass the Queen Mother.
But when he really stood before the evil ghost in his eyes, he really couldn't muster the will to resist.
"How much food and dishes does the Queen Mother eat every day? Is she living well?"
"The Queen Mother eats two bowls of fine rice a day, four vegetarian dishes at each meal, and meat once every three days. She is in good health, and I thank Lord Chang'an for his concern."
Ying Chengjiao showed a look of disappointment, shook his head and said sincerely: "That's really disappointing. In your opinion, how long can the Queen Mother live? Is it possible that she will die tomorrow?"
The master humiliates the minister and he dies.
As a subject of the empress dowager, no matter how much the middle-aged man could tolerate Ying Chengjiao, he absolutely could not tolerate Ying Chengjiao insulting the empress dowager he served.
He stood up suddenly, his veins bulging, and his calloused right hand grasped the Qin sword at his waist, like an enraged black bear standing up.
The Iron Eagle Swordsmen are a type of soldier that has only appeared in recent years, and the middle-aged man is the instructor of the first batch of Iron Eagle Swordsmen!
So many years have passed, and the middle-aged man has been practicing martial arts every day. His strength is much higher than when he was training as the Iron Eagle Swordsman.
"Changan-kun!"
Looking at the middle-aged man's eyes that seemed to be spitting out flames, the smile on Ying Chengjiao's face disappeared.
He sighed lightly, feeling somewhat bored.
"You want to fight me ?"
The middle-aged man's momentum, which had been brewing for a long time, dropped significantly in an instant. He lowered his head and bent over, and the hand holding Qin Jian also lost some strength.
As if he had done something terribly wrong, he spoke in a low, rough voice: "That's a bit too much..."
Ying Chengjiao looked at the middle-aged man silently for a long time.
The middle-aged man was sweating profusely, and his inner collar was soaked.
The middle-aged man looked dejected and was about to kneel down tremblingly.
The middle-aged man had only one thought in his mind at this moment - kill me, kill me...
Ying Chengjiao reached out and touched the scar on the middle-aged man's eyebrow, and said softly, "Let's go, don't come to Xianyang again."
The middle-aged man was shocked, and couldn't understand how he was able to escape. He stammered and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
He reached into his bosom and took out a letter.
This letter is not made of bamboo slips, tree bark, or silk.
Instead, it was an object that was half a foot long, five inches wide, light yellow in color, smooth and flat, and as thin as a cicada's wing.
If someone from later generations were here, they would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance.
This object is a piece of paper.
The middle-aged man knocked his head on the ground, holding the note in both hands and kneeling on his knees in front of Ying Chengjiao.
Ying Chengqiu reached out and picked it up, then threw it on the table, not wanting to even look at the note.
"roll."
The middle-aged man did not hesitate this time. He hurried towards the door, as anxious as a dog that had lost its home, and as panic-stricken as a fish that had escaped the net.
It seemed that Ying Chengjiao behind him was an evil ghost from hell and a tiger in the mountains. If he took a step later, he would have died here.
"If you want to survive, go straight back to Yongdi."
Squeak
The moment the middle-aged man pushed open the door, Ying Chengjiao's voice came into his ears.
The middle-aged man's expression darkened, and he whispered, "Yes."
Leave quickly.
The drunkard was waiting outside the door.
He exchanged a glance with the middle-aged man, and seeing that Ying Chengjiao in the room did not give any instructions, he let the middle-aged man leave.
"If Mu had known that the Lord had such a heart a few years ago, Handan City would not have been easily conquered."
"Are you talking about my womanly kindness?"
The drunkard stood behind Ying Chengjiao and said, "When Qin and Wei were fighting for Hexi, the commander of Qin, Wei Yang, wrote a letter to the commander of Wei, Gongzi Ang, saying: I got along well with you in the past, and now although you and I have become generals of two hostile countries, we cannot bear to attack each other. I can meet you face to face, sign an alliance, have a few drinks, and then we can each withdraw our troops."
"The generals of Wei State advised: 'Prince, Wei Yang is a cold-blooded man, with vicious means and has killed many people. If you fall into his trap, how can we explain to the king?' Prince Ang swore to guarantee Wei Yang, saying: 'Wei Yang will not kill me. Wei Yang and I have been brothers since childhood. Even if he kills everyone in the world, he will leave me alone.' So he generously went to the banquet and was finally captured by the soldiers arranged by Wei Yang in advance."
"Wei was leaderless, and Wei Yang took advantage of this opportunity to launch a surprise attack and defeated the Wei army. In this battle, Qin seized the land west of the Yellow River, and Wei Yang was granted 15 cities in Shangdi and was named Shang Jun. Kindness does not make a good army. If they are enemies, they should be killed without regard for old friendships. Your Majesty, do you want to be Wei Yang or Prince Ang of Wei?"
Ying Chengjiao laughed, turned around and patted the drunkard on the shoulder.
"I, Ying Chengjiao, am no one else. I am who I am, a different kind of firework. Let's go and have a drink!"
The drunkard, whose eyes would light up at the word "wine" in the past, stopped this time and said seriously, "Your Majesty."
"I don't want to listen, you bastard." Ying Chengjiao rushed out, and soon the laughter of the maids and Ying Chengjiao could be heard outside the house.
The drunkard smiled bitterly and sighed: "My Lord..."
There was a strange noise coming from the door and someone walked into the room. The drunkard could tell who it was from the footsteps and did not turn around.
He picked up the note on the table and looked at it carefully. The handwriting on the note was arrogant, and every word was as arrogance as a phoenix soaring into the sky - Ying Chengjiao, have you forgotten the bet with me!
The master humiliates the minister and he dies.
The drunkard had a gloomy face and handed the note to the scholar in a blue shirt who appeared behind him.
"If Mu has 5,000 soldiers and horses, he can conquer Yongdi!"
The scholar in blue shirt looked at the note, took out a brush and a folded paper that he carried with him. The material of the paper and the note were exactly the same.
The scholar wrote on the paper: Your Majesty will not agree.
The drunkard looked at him, feeling very disappointed, and said angrily: "You are not worthy of being my friend!"
The scholar wrote quickly again: You and I are willing to be the emperor's guests, isn't it because of the emperor's nature?
The drunkard's breath was choked, and then he became angry, his face turned red, and he tore the paper the scholar had written on into pieces.
The scholar shook his head helplessly, and took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and wrote on it: Why destroy my paper? If you really have a grudge, just wait outside Xianyang and kill the rest of the people from Yongdi. Your Majesty has a history with Yongdi, and there are not many people.
The drunkard snorted coldly: "Mu Nai is a famous general who defeated the Xiongnu and the Qin army and never lost a battle in his life. He is not a reckless man who only knows how to show off his bravery and fight with arrows in the back."
