Chapter 18 Your Majesty is still thinking about you
"Go? Where?"
Ying Cheng asked angrily.
The woman blinked her big eyes, suspecting that Ying Chengyu wanted to default on the bill.
"Take me to Chang'an Jun's Mansion to eat hot pot!"
Ying Chengyu used his internal energy to disperse the blood accumulated in his lower body, then stood up and squinted his eyes.
"Ba Qing, His Majesty bestows a virgin upon you. I have a bad reputation, but I dare not ruin Miss Ba's reputation."
"ah!"
The woman jumped back exaggeratedly, covered her mouth, and said with a look of surprise and admiration: "Do you know any better?"
Ying Chengyu's lower body was surging with energy, and he was trying to evacuate the blood that was constantly gathering nearby. He smiled bitterly and said: "Your accent reveals that you are a Bashu woman. In addition, if you can go to court, you can only be Ba, the head of the Ba family."
clear."
Ba Qing wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows.
"What's wrong with my accent? I speak standard Qin dialect!"
Ying Chengyu had nothing to say.
This is just like how people in many areas of China in previous lives said they spoke Mandarin.
"Hmph! Stingy! I'll go to the palace to eat!"
Ba Qing snorted and rolled his eyes at Ying Chengyu.
He held his head high, revealing his slender white neck, and left like a proud white swan.
Damn it, I didn’t let him show his ugly face!
Forget it, he called me Ba Qing, not Ba Widow Qing, so he is still a decent disciple who knows a little etiquette!
Ying Chengyu watched Ba Qing go away and sighed in relief, no longer letting his internal energy circulate in his lower body.
What did this girl practice?
There is definitely something wrong! If I hadn’t been good at martial arts, I would have almost made a fool of myself this time!
…
Inside the palace, there is a corridor.
A middle-aged swordsman wearing white linen clothes and a gentle face stood here quietly, waiting for the end of the court meeting.
He touched his beloved sword on his waist, watched a flowing cloud cover the sun, and then watched the flowing cloud slip away from the sky.
This situation reminded the swordsman of a poem he had heard by chance, and he couldn't help but read it out.
"Walking to a waterless place, sit and watch the clouds rise."
He likes this poem.
The unrestrained, leisurely and comfortable artistic conception in the poem is the life he longs for.
Clouds represent the atmosphere of mountains and rivers.
The spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers rises, feeling the vastness of the sky, so it turns into clouds and travels in all directions.
"Haha, you like it? I'll give it to you! Although I am generous to others, the author of this poem is actually not me, but a poet named Wang Wei. His nickname is Poetry Buddha, which is very powerful!"
"Young Master, please do not deceive Nie. Nie has never heard of the nickname Shi Fo, and he does not know anyone named Wang Wei."
"That's for sure, he's from the Tang Dynasty, he hasn't been born yet!"
A patrolling officer passed by the swordsman and bowed his head in salute.
"Mr. Guy."
His thoughts were interrupted, the swordsman came back to his senses and nodded seriously.
"Um."
The team of Langguan left.
The swordsman rubbed the hilt of his sword with his thumb, thinking about the young man who liked to talk nonsense, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
This is considered a laugh.
"Sir, can't you hold yourself back?"
At the end of the swordsman's sight, Ying Zheng, dressed in black uniform, appeared at the entrance of Xianyang Palace.
The meeting is over.
"Genie pays homage to His Majesty."
The swordsman saluted and Ying Zheng stopped.
Zhao Gao, who had been half a step behind Ying Zheng, took another step before stopping. Now he was half a step ahead of Ying Zheng.
This move was a bit too much. How could the eunuch surpass the emperor?
But Ying Zheng didn't say anything about Zhao Gao's actions and nodded to the swordsman.
"Gane, why are you here?"
Ge Nie said expressionlessly: "Nie is here to protect His Majesty."
Ying Zheng laughed.
Pointing at Ge Nie, he laughed so hard that he was speechless.
After a long time, he waved his sleeves and strode past Gai Nie.
Vaguely, Gai Nie heard the conversation between Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao.
"Zhao Gao."
"I'm here."
"Why are all the secret guards in the palace missing today?"
"The secret guard has always been under the jurisdiction of Lord Chang'an. Today Lord Chang'an goes to court, and I may be unfavorable to His Majesty."
The footsteps of the two people stopped.
Pa~
A loud slap.
"Do you think that becoming a dragon will be detrimental to me? So you asked Gai Nie to remove the secret guards in the palace and recruit a group of people from all walks of life to protect me?"
Thump~
A dull sound.
Immediately afterwards, there was Zhao Gao's respectful and frightened voice.
"I am guilty! Please forgive me!"
"It seems that the power I have given you is too great. You no longer need to hold the position of seal official."
"only."
"Gane!"
Gai Nie turned around and saw Zhao Gao prostrated himself on the ground, kneeling at Ying Zheng's feet and trembling like a dog.
When a man dies, he dies, why is it like this!
Taking a deep breath, Gai Nie walked to the opposite side of Ying Zheng, lowered his head and saluted, "I'm here."
"From now on, in addition to being in charge of the secret guards in the palace, you will also be responsible for the seal and talisman."
Gai Nie looked hesitant.
He is in charge of seals, seals, and jade seals. He is responsible for conveying orders to the emperor and writing imperial edicts on his behalf.
Although he seems to be a low-ranking official, he must be one of the emperor's closest confidants.
This position requires waiting in Zhangtai Palace where Ying Zheng works every day. When will Ying Zheng give it back?
This is where Genie hesitated.
He didn't want this position that others coveted.
Now he is in charge of the secret guard. Although he is usually in the palace, he is free and has time to rest.
If he also serves as the official of the Xingxi Talisman, he will be bound to Zhangtai Palace all the time, which is not what he wants.
"Your Majesty, Nie is a loose man by nature. To deliver orders and write down documents for Your Majesty requires a calm mind, and Nie is not suitable for it." Gai Nie said with an expressionless face.
He originally thought that Ying Zheng would be slightly angry even if he wasn't furious.
Who would be willing to be rejected? Let alone Ying Zheng, who is the lord of the world!
But he thought wrong. After listening to his words, Ying Zheng patted him on the shoulder and laughed.
"Sure enough, all Chenglong people have this kind of temper!"
"His Majesty!"
Gai Nie emphasized these two words expressionlessly and said softly: "Nie's duty is to protect His Majesty's safety. Nie is not a member of Lord Chang'an."
"I know, I want you to be my official seal!"
Oh, how ridiculous! Cheng Xiu rebelled? No one can rebel against Cheng Xiu!
Gai Nie had only been a guest of Cheng Xi for a few days, but he also became lazy. Even if I gave the emperor to Cheng Xi, he would not even bother to sit down.
"only."
Ge Nie felt helpless and agreed expressionlessly.
He can't go against the emperor.
The three of them walked together, with Ying Zheng in front, Zhao Gao and Ge Nie trailing half a step behind.
When he arrived at Zhangtai Palace, Zhao Gao lost his post as the official seal official and stood outside consciously.
Ying Zheng and Gai Nie enter.
Unfolding a blank bamboo slip, Ying Zheng wrote an imperial edict with the pen of "Dragon God" and handed it to Gai Nie.
"Give the imperial edict to Meng Ao, and Meng Ao will have the right not to worship."
On that day, Meng Ao received a bamboo slip addressed only to him.
There were not many characters on the bamboo slips, and there was no imperial seal on it, but Meng Ao recognized the handwriting, which was clearly that of the First Emperor Ying Zheng!
After receiving the bamboo slip, Meng Ao started drinking alcohol in his own room for the first time. He had been abstaining from alcohol for more than 20 years.
"Mr. Chang'an, Your Majesty is still thinking about you. Your Majesty is a wise king! The one who trusts Mr. Chang'an the most is Your Majesty!"
On the bamboo slip he was holding tightly, there were only twenty-two words: Mr. Meng, have a good life and rest. Don't worry about my two brothers. If you succeed, I will give up my throne.
On that day, people from all walks of life walked out of Xianyang Palace one by one and were escorted by the palace officials to various mansions.
The city defense army also lifted the previous order to arrest suspicious persons immediately and shoot them on the spot if they resisted.
Patrolling and guarding the city, it returned to what it was like a day ago.
It seemed that that tense day was just a fleeting moment, a passing cloud, all an illusion.
Only in Tingwei's prison, the rigid face of Tingwei Li Si showed rare anger.