Chapter 78: Sanxiang's Tomb
Meng Mansion.
An eunuch walked out of the gate of Meng's mansion with an ugly look on his face.
Looking back at the tall gate of the Meng Mansion, the eunuch said to himself, "Ying Chengjiao participated in politics, but Meng Ao did not stop him and even lied that he did not know. With such an attitude, we must report it to the Queen Mother as soon as possible."
With his head lowered, the eunuch hurried away.
After three o'clock, a grassless area two meters long and one meter wide appeared on the grassland thirty miles outside the east gate of Xianyang City.
The soil in this grassless area was moist, as if it had just been turned up from the ground. There was a smooth corner of an eunuch's robe growing on the new soil.
An old farmer, carrying a hoe covered with wet mud, pressed the corner of the clothes into the soil with his big, dirty feet. Then he nodded with satisfaction and walked slowly back.
"People eat dirt all their lives, and the dirt eats them once. Your words really make sense."
Bang~
The old farmer walked eight or nine steps, and suddenly slapped his forehead with his dusty hands, leaving a lot of dust on his forehead.
"I haven't done these things for many years. My skills are not good anymore, and the process is unfamiliar to me. I almost forgot something."
The old farmer went back and found three dead branches, placed them in a row, and stuck them all in the grassless area. From a distance, it looked like someone was burning incense.
"Hehe, that's more appropriate. Young Master said that when killing Zhao Xianglu's men, three incense sticks must be inserted if conditions permit. How can an incense burner be complete without incense sticks?"
The old farmer glanced at a tree in the northeast direction and shouted at the top of his voice: "Some people are so ungrateful and heartless. For a broken incense burner, they are even unwilling to be human beings."
All was quiet.
Apart from the slight rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grass, the only sound echoing in the place was the old farmer's shouting.
The old farmer paused for five breaths. The tree in his sight was still the same as usual, nothing unusual.
"Pah! He must have gotten into Zhao Xianglu's bed and his bones have gone soft."
Cursing under his breath, the old farmer hefted the hoe onto his shoulder, and this time he really left.
Not long after the old farmer left, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and a sword in hand came out from behind the tree that the old farmer had been staring at.
He looked at the direction the old farmer left, but ultimately did not unsheathe the Qin sword in his hand.
He transferred all his anger to his feet, stepped hard, and the dirt flew everywhere, and he leaped to the grassless land.
Looking at the three dead branches stuck in the soil, the middle-aged man's face became even gloomier.
When he saw this scene, his mind recalled the scene where Ying Chengjiao killed and buried the person in front of the Queen Mother.
Young Master Cheng Jiao, who had not yet grown a beard, had an adult smile on his young face , which looked very incongruous and evil.
Holding a sharp knife in his hand, he cleanly and neatly beheaded the strategist who had always been giving advice to the Queen Mother.
After killing the man, Ying Chengjiao, under the Queen Mother's murderous gaze, took three Qin swords and stabbed them all into the headless corpse.
Amid the puzzled gazes of everyone, Ying Chengjiao explained in detail with a provocative look on his face: "Zhao Xianglu, anyone can insert it."
Crash~
Qin's sword was unsheathed.
The middle-aged man used the bronze sword to strike three dead branches horizontally, knocking them all away more than ten meters.
He picked up a handful of wet soil with his scabbard, and the soil exploded and scattered, revealing the face of the person buried underneath. It was the eunuch who had walked out of Meng's mansion.
The middle-aged man has visited seven tombs like this one with three incense sticks.
When he left Yongdi, there were five people traveling with him, but all of them except him were eaten by the turtles.
Even he didn't know that the two secret walkers who were not traveling with him were also buried outside the city of Xianyang.
"Zhao Zongguan is also dead. The spies that the Queen Mother had placed around the eldest son have all been removed by Chang'an Jun. Queen Mother Han must have had the highest level of secret guards monitoring her at all times. The newly appointed eunuch named Zhang was killed by Chang'an Jun in just three days. Since arriving in Yongdi, the Queen Mother's control over the Xianyang Palace has become increasingly weak."
The middle-aged man held the Qin sword, turned his head and looked in the direction of Xianyang City, and said in silence for a moment: "Compared with these things, it seems that Chang'an Jun's participation in government, educating the eldest son, and influencing His Majesty's decision are three things that need to be reported to the Queen Mother."
There was no one around and it was completely silent.
Tell a few sad words to the mountain ghost.
If the eunuch in Tuli could really transform into a mountain ghost, he would surely grab the middle-aged man's ears and shout: "Meng Ao is on Ying Chengjiao's side. This is the most important thing!"
Meng Mansion.
Meng Tian entered Meng Ao's house.
"Father, are you asleep?"
"Is someone coming again? Damn it, either no one comes, or a group of them come. Who could they be?" Meng Ao, who was lying on his side with his back to the door, said dissatisfiedly.
He had already met with the eunuchs from Yong today and had spent a lot of time talking to them, and he was feeling very angry.
"It's the Right Prime Minister Wang Wan, the Left Prime Minister Wei Zhuang, and the Imperial Censor Feng Quji. They want to see you, my father."
"Huh?" Meng Ao turned around and asked in surprise, "Why are these birdmen who don't go to the battlefield looking for me?"
Meng Tian then gave a brief account of the conversation that had taken place between his foolish brother Meng Yi and three other people on the palace road today, as well as the dispute among the ministers in the court over the feudal system and Li Si's county system.
"What the hell are you talking about? Just tell me what His Majesty plans to do!" Meng Ao interrupted halfway through listening in dissatisfaction.
"Your Majesty has not yet decided."
"Then I will obey your majesty's decision."
"Then wait a moment, Grandfather. I will go and invite the three of them over."
"Why call them over? When did I say I wanted to see them?" Meng Ao frowned.
Meng Tian hesitated and said, "You three hold great power in the court. We still have to meet you, even if it's just once."
"What the hell, why would I meet three people who have never been to the battlefield? They have no military achievements, what can I say to them? I won't meet them!"
"The Meng family cannot be independent of the court." Meng Tian was still trying to persuade Meng Ao.
The aged Meng Ao stared at his most proud grandson with a pair of tiger eyes, pointed at the sword hanging on the wall, and said angrily: "The Qin Kingdom was conquered by swords, not by mouths! You always put your mind on those birdmen, how can I trust the Meng family to you? I told you that our Meng family can stand firm because of fighting and loyalty! Don't go with those birdmen, the Meng family only stands in front of your majesty. The Meng family will fight wherever your majesty points, as long as you do this, the Meng family will not fall!"
Meng Tian disagreed with Meng Ao's idea. He believed that the Meng family could not just focus on military affairs. After so many years of fighting, the world was exhausted. If there were not so many wars in the future, where would the Meng family go?
But he didn't say much.
Arguing with an old man who is nearly 90 years old and has been firm in his beliefs for 70 or 80 years. Even if you can make sense, you will never change the old man's mind.
"Yes." Meng Tian responded and was about to retreat, lowering his head to ponder what he could say to appease the three people.
"I will go to Xianyang Palace to meet His Majesty and ask His Majesty whether he wants a feudal system or a county system."
The words coming from behind almost made Meng Tian, who was highly skilled in martial arts, trip.
Meng Tian turned his head, with an expression that said, "Father, are you kidding me?" He smiled bitterly and said, "So straightforward?"
"Do you have to be roundabout in asking questions?"
"Grandfather, did my grandson do something wrong? Why do you want me to die?" Meng Tian said helplessly, "How can I ask your majesty what he thinks?"
"How did you ask?"
“…I will die.”
"Don't play tricks on His Majesty, you birdman. Win or lose, you'll lose. Don't be afraid of His Majesty's suspicion. His Majesty is a better ruler than King Zhaoxiang, and his mind is much broader than you think. If you don't change your mind, you will at most be the next Wang Jian."
Wang Jian was the only marquis and the only one to be granted a fiefdom, so there was nothing wrong with becoming the next Wang Jian.
Meng Tian said this in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He coaxed Meng Ao and said, "Grandson knows. I'll go there soon."
Meng Ao kicked Meng Tian on the butt on the bed.
"As soon as you stick out your butt, I know you're going to shit. Go to the palace and meet His Majesty. If you don't dare to ask, I'll go ask you myself!"
