Outside the palace gate, Cheng Jiao was intercepted by a group of servants.
Chengjiao shouted: "Get out of the way, I am the Lord of Chang'an, Chengjiao, the second son of the late king, a group of rootless eunuchs, what qualifications do you have to stop me?"
"Bah, you are a bully dog!"
The group of servants around him were really bitter: "Even if the servants have eight heads, they don't dare to stop you. It's really the affairs of the inner palace that we, the king, can't decide. The Queen Mother's temperament, you
I know it too. It’s not as good as one day.”
"Pooh!"
Cheng Jiao raised his foot and kicked them, pointing at their noses and scolding, "You have no roots, but it's not like you don't have a mother. If your mother is insulted, can you still sit back and ignore it?!"
His mother, Mrs. Han, had been bullied in the harem for many days.
Ever since Zhao Ji recovered from her illness last time, she didn’t know what kind of cold wind she had, and she was bullying his mother in different ways every day!
After all, she is a lowly child born into a geisha.
The methods used were all dirty and despicable. He not only framed his mother for stealing, but also framed his mother for stealing.
His mother was such a pure and innocent Korean princess, the legitimate daughter of the Hairao family.
Zhao Ji can just live with the Prime Minister. Do she really expect all the women in the world to surrender to men's crotches with her and be as slutty as she is?
Cheng Jiao gritted his teeth and his eyes were about to spit out fire.
But there was no way, Zhao Ji was the Queen Mother Regent, and after giving birth to Queen Qin, her status as a geisha who was sent back and forth rose with the tide, and she had the power to dominate the harem with one hand.
Even if something is done unfairly, no one dares to stop him.
There are a bunch of slaves in the palace who rely on human power, and the only one who can dissuade him is Cheng Jiao himself.
But he had a fiefdom outside the country and could not go back to the palace to visit his mother often.
After knowing that his mother was not doing well, Cheng Jiao simply stayed in Xianyang Palace.
But after all, she couldn't stay long, and before he left, the Queen Mother repeated her old tricks.
After several times, he couldn't enter the palace frequently. After all, there were many restrictions on his entry into the palace.
Helpless and helpless, Cheng Jiao could only go to the Xiangguo Mansion to make trouble with Lu Buwei, and go to Xianyang Palace to make trouble with the King of Qin.
The chamberlains said with flushed faces: "All slaves are born from their mothers, but slaves are just slaves, and they dare not have the majesty of His Highness."
"Bah!" Cheng Jiao cursed fiercely, "You are a bunch of spineless cowards. You are cowards, but this palace is not cowards!"
"Your Majesty announces that Lord Chang'an has entered the palace——"
At this time, Zhao Gao raised his high-pitched voice and walked out.
He smiled and said to Cheng Jiao, who was impatient to wait, "Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you inside."
Cheng Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at the group of servants, then straightened the purple gold jade crown on his head, "Humph."
Zhao Gao still had a smile on his face and couldn't find any mistakes.
Entering the palace, Cheng Jiao saw his brother Wang.
His royal brother had not even changed into his court clothes. He stood like an eagle on the jade steps, but there were still a few wrinkles on the royal clothes, as if they had been stained by someone.
Cheng Jiao withdrew his gaze, knelt down and saluted, "I pay my respects to Brother Wang."
"Get up."
There was no one else in the hall at this time. Ying Zheng looked at his young, energetic and somewhat impetuous minister, and behaved indifferently, "Are you here to see me again because of Mrs. Han's affairs?"
Cheng Jiao suddenly stood up and gritted his teeth and said: "My mother was insulted, but as the King of Qin, you turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye. What's the point of asking Brother Wang? Is it the Queen Mother who listens to Brother Wang? Or the Prime Minister listens to Brother Wang?"
Ying Zheng looked at him with a sense of oppression unconsciously.
"These days, I have figured it out myself. In the final analysis, I am just a Lord of Chang'an. I have not made any achievements on the battlefield, otherwise I would not let outsiders say anything!"
Cheng Jiao couldn't hold back his anger, and veins popped out on his forehead, "The great Qin Dynasty has always relied on its military achievements to stand on its own. If you want to have the right to speak, I should ask the prime minister for orders to attack Zhao!"
Ying Zheng's gaze became extremely sharp, "Father Zhong agrees to let you attack Zhao?"
"The Prime Minister began to reject it again and again, claiming that my younger brother could not take on such a big responsibility."
"Later, my brother took the military book to argue with the prime minister. The prime minister was impressed by my military ability. General Meng Ao, who had just gone to attack Zhao, encountered obstacles, so he ordered my brother to lead an army of 50,000 to serve as backup. As the coach, General Fan Yuqi will be the deputy commander!"
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed: "Mrs. Han knows about your expedition?"
Cheng Jiao said: "No, my brother did not tell my mother that she is a woman who lives in the palace. It is a man's duty to lead troops to fight."
"Don't forget, you are also raised by a woman." Ying Zheng said with focused eyes.
"Brother Wang, don't try to suppress my brother's desire to serve the country!" Cheng Jiao said sarcastically, "My brother has made up his mind. He would rather die on the battlefield than become a puppet."
Cheng Jiao lowered his head and said, "Brother Wang, don't try to persuade me! I only agree to this. If I come back victorious this time, I want to exchange my merits for my mother to come out of the palace and live for a long time. If unfortunately, I hope Brother Wang will take more care of me." My brother’s mother.”
"Leading troops to fight?"
Ying Zheng said coldly: "You are only more than ten years old. How many battles have you fought, how many times have you seen blood? There is a lot of poison in your stomach, but it is just more than a hundred miles of land that South Korea handed over to you. You You really think you are invincible."
Cheng Jiao didn't listen at all, he said in a sonorous tone: "Throughout the ages, there are not a few people who became famous at a young age."
"In the Battle of Chengpu, the unknown Cheng Daxin led 600 men to kill tens of thousands of enemy troops. He became famous in one battle. He was only fifteen years old!"
"General Bai Qi, when he was fighting thousands of enemies on the battlefield, he was only sixteen years old!"
"They are like this. I am Chengjiao, the Lord of Chang'an of the Qin State. He was born on a high mountain and will face the abyss of a hundred swords!"
Ying Zheng sneered: "I don't know how thick the sky is."
He was completely disappointed with Cheng Jiao. Such a dull and radical person would not be of much use if he lived. "Mrs. Han, I will take care of you, so you can go on your own."
Cheng Jiao knelt down and said, "Young and young, I don't realize it. My mother and my younger brother have repeatedly collided with Brother Wang. I hope Brother Wang won't be blamed."
With that said, he stood up and left with his chest puffed out.
The palace was silent, and Ying Zheng took down the Lu Lu sword hanging on the wall.
"Zheng——"
This is the royal sword of the kings of Qin in the past. It was also the sword that was given to Bai Qi at that time. Bai Qi led the soldiers of the Qin army to fight to the death with Zhao in the Battle of Changping.
Later, Bai Qi also used this sword to kill himself.
The sword is more than four feet long and extremely sharp.
Ying Zheng pulled out the sword, and as he pulled it out, there was a faint sound of dragon roar, and he saw the light of indifference and cruelty floating in his narrow eyes.
There is no family affection and no mercy.
*
Cheng Jiao led 50,000 Qin troops to support General Meng Ao, who was still fighting against the Zhao people.
Halfway through the march, they buried a pot and cooked a meal. After announcing the meal, they stationed themselves at Tunliu.
Plan how to send troops to support General Meng Ao who is unable to stand at the front.
A small team was patrolling outside the tent. Inside the tent, Chengjiao, still wearing his armor and wearing a large black gold cloak, was lighting an oil lamp and looking at the infantry defense map.
Fan Yuqi, who was sitting next to him, was already wearing soft armor, stretched and yawned.
"Oooh aaah."
Cheng Jiao frowned, "You guys, I sent you here to assist our palace. Now that our palace is encountering difficulties, you just have no plan here and are still lazy. Is this your military discipline as a general?!"
Fan Yuqi immediately straightened his back, which gave him some face.
"You can't hold a loud fart in your mouth, but you can't just let it go. Chang'an-kun has to give his butthole some time."
Chengjiao couldn't stand hearing such vulgar stench.
Adding to the anger of being hesitant about the battle situation, he clenched his fist and slammed it on the case, and cursed angrily: "Fan Yuqi! Don't think that this palace is weak and easy to bully. Do you believe that I will ask someone to kill you right now?" Drag it out, drag it out and handle it under military law!"
Fan Yuqi rubbed the mud on his hands, "Weak and easy to bully? The general never thought that he could let South Korea give up more than a hundred feet of land. The famous Chang'an Lord is weak and easy to bully."
Cheng Jiao's face softened a little, "Forget it, good strategies can't come out at once. You are the general of the Qin State, and I don't want to embarrass you too much."
Cheng Jiao gave him enough steps, but Fan Yuqi couldn't even get down.
"I'm just curious, Mr. Chang'an, you are a young boy, have you ever led an army in a war?"
"You've been here looking at a blueprint for a long time, half-understanding but too embarrassed to speak. Even if you understand it, the situation is changing rapidly, and you need to be so smart and sophisticated. Even if you understand a shitty blueprint, what will happen?"
Before he could change his face, Fan Yuqi flashed his two rows of teeth and smiled sternly, "The battlefield is like a cemetery. This is not a place where Lord Chang'an studies diligently. The swords on this battlefield don't have eyes."
"boom!"
Cheng Jiao's face was ashen and he kicked Chang An down.
The bamboo slips on top fell to the ground with a crash, and he suddenly pulled Fan Yuqi's collar, "Fan Yuqi, are you looking for death?!"
"It doesn't matter if the general is dead. I'm afraid that Lord Chang'an has been framed by someone and is seeking death without knowing it!"
Fan Yuqi said ferociously, "If Lord Chang'an is far away from Xianyang and dies on the battlefield, he will just be buried and given a title."
"And the foundation of the Qin Kingdom for generations will be ruined by your recklessness! Even if you, Lord Chang'an, are underground, how can you have the face to meet the Holy Spirit of the late king! How can you have the face to meet your own grandfather, a great hero of the generation? King Zhao of Qin! Alas! This generation of Qin is going to perish!"
"What do you mean, what are you talking nonsense!" Cheng Jiao scolded, "For saying such disrespectful words, Fan Yuqi, you are crazy!"
"Huh! You're not crazy!"
Fan Yuqi said, "If you finally behead me, I'll behead you. But I just can't bear the fact that profiteers are in power in the court now, and they are acting treacherously, trying to use bastards to gain power, and they also want to kill the only direct bloodline of the late king."
Cheng Jiao's eyes widened: "What?"
He said sonorously: "I'm afraid Chang'an Lord doesn't know that the current Qin King Yingzheng is a bastard!"
Cheng Jiao said in shock: "What the hell are you talking about?! What a bastard."
"Humph, a bastard child born from a geisha who had sex with a geisha! A bastard merchant sent the geisha he had seeded to the late king, and the late king appreciated it. The bastard merchant rose through the ranks and became the prime minister, and the bastard prostitute became the queen mother."
"They teamed up and used this trick to poison the legitimate heir. Now that the heir is about to die, they no longer have any worries, and the Qin Kingdom will never see the light of day again. Good, it's really good!"
"Nonsense!"
Cheng Jiao's face turned green and white and he pushed him.
But he looks like a savage named Fan Yuqi.
Cheng Jiao took a few steps back and said angrily: "That's nonsense. You, the majestic general, should be able to make your own judgment! How come the wind is like rain!"
Fan Yuqi picked up the long sword next to him and cut his palm, causing blood to fly.
Cheng Jiao pointed at him and said: "You, you... what are you going to do?!"
Fan Yuqi wiped his face with his bleeding palms, and half of his face was instantly blood red, as if an evil ghost had reappeared.
He raised four fingers and said, "Fan Yuqi swears an oath here. Everything he says is loyal to the royal family and to the Qin State. If he tells a lie, he will be decapitated and will be infamy for thousands of years!"
After all, Cheng Jiao had never seen anything bloody, and he had never seen such a scene before.
He looked at the sword held tightly in Fan Yuqi's hand and the ferocious aura exuding from his body, and swallowed, "General Fan, tell me!"
"Mr. Chang'an, haven't you ever thought about it? Why can Lu Buwei, a lowly businessman, be so powerful and create such a legend?"
"I don't know."
"If King Qin Xiaowen was still alive, how could Lu Buwei, as the prince's disciple, gain power so easily?"
Fan Yuqi said: "But King Qin Xiaowen only reigned for three days, and he collapsed so quickly."
"If the late king was still alive, Lu Buwei would only serve as the prime minister of the country. With Mrs. Huayang and the late king constraining him in many ways, he would only be a minister serving orders. How could he cover the sky with just one hand?"
"But there is something strange. The late king only reigned for three years before he collapsed!"
"Three days, three years, how could there be such a strange coincidence? The beneficiary is none other than that cheap businessman who harbors evil intentions!"
"As long as you die, Lord Chang'an, he will have peace of mind from now on!"
Cheng Jiao was slapped on the head and face repeatedly, and his eyes began to flicker.
Fan Yuqi took advantage of the heat and said again, "Chang'an Lord, you are the destined King of Qin. How could you allow the son of a lowly merchant to be a loner? You can only be a small Chang'an Lord, and you are inferior to others. That’s why that prostitute slandered Mrs. Han!”
Speaking of Mrs. Han, Cheng Jiao's face changed slightly and he finally said, "But the royal decree issued by my father clearly stated that Brother Wang should be the King of Qin."
"Mr. Chang'an, it is inevitable that a person's mind will become dizzy when he is dying. It is obviously a trick used by the adulterer and adulteress!"
Fan Yuqi looked at him closely and said, "The dragon is the dragon, the dragon is the dragon, the dragon is the dragon, the dragon is the dragon, the dragon is the snake, and the dragon is the first of the four sacred snakes."
"Jiao is a dragon. The late king named it this way because he wanted to spread the name to you, the king of Chang'an."
"The dragon, the dragon, soars across the sea, becoming the king and hegemon, symbolizing Qin's ambition to go eastward! The late king understood it so well, could it be that Lord Chang'an still doesn't know his ambition?"
Cheng Jiao's mind was still spinning at first, but now it was completely frozen.
Yes.
Before Ying Zheng came back.
Everyone in the Qin State regarded themselves as the future King of Qin, but as soon as Ying Zheng came back, everything changed, everything changed...
Even when his mother, Mrs. Han, looked at him, she went from being doting in the past to being as disappointed as a knife now.
"If you go forward, you will definitely die. If you resist now, you will fight against the traitors!"
Seeing that the dragon was loose, Fan Yuqi pierced the ground with the tip of his sword. He knelt down and said solemnly, "General Fan Yuqi bows to the King of Qin. Long live the King of Qin! Long live the King of Qin!"
Cheng Jiao felt numb all over and sat down on the chair.