Chapter 237 If I dont sit on the throne, I will no longer be a king?
My mother's temperament is too arrogant. If she doesn't suffer a little, she and Cheng Yu will definitely die in the future. For the sake of the stability of the Qin Dynasty in the future, I can only wrong my mother today.
The First Emperor closed his eyes lightly, and while thinking slowly, he took Queen Afang's jade hand and squeezed it a little harder.
Stop this guy.
Afang, who had grown up with the First Emperor since childhood, had a similar heart with the First Emperor, and Sushou responded with a little force.
good.
"Brother, please don't make trouble..."
Ying Chengyu leaned closer and whispered, hoping to let the First Emperor step in to take charge of the overall situation.
"Uncle, can't you leave a way for Your Majesty to survive?"
Afang reacted greatly, wrapping his arms around the First Emperor and hugging him tightly to prevent Ying Chengyu from touching him.
He looked up at his long, slender neck that was as white as winter snow. The veins on it were extremely clear, and his voice was filled with tears.
Ying Chengyu stopped talking and looked at the emperor's wife with wide eyes.
The scene where the First Emperor opened his eyes and spoke with his lips was blocked by a table, so how could Afang, who was holding the First Emperor in his arms, not see it?
"Sister-in-law, you..."
When he said these words, Ying Chengyu was surprised and failed to control his volume, and everyone in the front row of Xuanniiao Hall could hear it.
Even though the matter was none of their own, all the old people kept their noses up and kept their eyes and noses in silence, as if they hadn't heard anything.
The hero Gai Niegai touched the scabbard of his sword and said, "Where is my sword?"
Zhao Ji, who was scrambling on the ground to grab Gai Nie's sword, had the biggest reaction. Her fingers had already touched the hilt of the sword, but she did not grab it. Instead, she raised her head with confused eyes and looked at the high platform.
A thought habitually passed through my mind, which was mainly filled with regret - Is she still called the emperor's sister-in-law?
"Who is your royal sister-in-law! You don't want me to hand over His Majesty to you!"
Afang cried again and interrupted Ying Chengyun's words. With tears in his eyes, he looked at Ying Chengyun apologetically, but the words in his mouth did not sound like he was apologetic.
"If you want to kill Your Majesty, just kill me too!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of the will to die.
Ying Chengyu's eyes widened.
You two are so good at acting, why don't you go to the Birth of an Actor!
Zheng'er is not dead yet!
Hearing these words shouted by Afang, Zhao Ji, who had not been hurt much, was filled with strength, grabbed the sword and jumped up.
The long sword thrust out, aiming straight at Ying Chenglong.
"Stop hurting my Zheng'er!"
well.
Gai Nie sighed inwardly, his feet touched the ground, his figure was elegant, he came first and took back the sword in the air.
He tied Zhao Ji's hands behind her back and restrained her in place.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Zhao Ji let out a meaningless scream, twisted her body with all her strength, activated her charm skills to the highest level, and struggled with all her strength.
But it's no use.
She is quite strong, but not strong enough for a sword master whose inner strength is expressed in the form of strength.
Her charm skills are very strong, but Genie has a sword heart, and even this charm skills can't make the sword master with a clear sword heart set up a tent.
So no matter how hard Zhao Ji struggled, her two white and smooth wrists were covered with red marks and were about to be worn out, and she could not break free from Gai Nie's big iron hoop-like hand.
"You don't even want to get up? Ying Zheng, are you still a human being?" Ying Chengyu used words to provoke the First Emperor.
After Afang's interruption and reminder, the decibel level of the sound control this time was just right.
It was only enough for him, the First Emperor, and Afang to hear.
The First Emperor lay calmly in Afang's arms, showing no intention of standing up.
Listening to his mother's wailing, the First Emperor couldn't bear it.
But he knew that if he couldn't bear it today, sooner or later there would be a scene of mother and brother killing each other.
Although he clenched his left hand tightly under the cover of the table and breathed heavily, he suppressed his inner desire to get up.
Afang knew that the First Emperor was in a bad mood, so he hugged the First Emperor even harder, using this method to comfort the First Emperor.
"Brother Emperor, if you decide to lie down, please lie down and never get up." Ying Chengyu squeezed out these words through his teeth, shook his robe sleeves, and walked down the platform with a cold face.
He walked closer to Zhao Ji with a face that was so vicious in Zhao Ji's eyes that he would die a million times.
"You want your son to live?"
Zhao Ji's crazy expression suddenly stopped, a glimmer of understanding flashed across her eyes, and her struggle suddenly dropped from the top to the bottom.
"think."
The next moment, Zhao Ji lowered her head. Ever since Zhao entered Qin, she had always held her head high even in front of King Zhuang Xiang of Qin. Her face was red and swollen.
The voice is soft.
Seeing that Zhao Ji had no intention to attack, Ge Nie let go of Zhao Ji's hands at the right time.
Although he will not make a fool of himself under Zhao Jimei's technique with his sword heart, this does not mean he is immune.
Just like some people have a strong ability to tolerate pain, but that doesn't mean they won't feel pain.
If it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt. Hero Gai Nie Gai is taking good care of himself.
The hands are free and the body can move freely.
Zhao Ji bent her knees without hesitation and was about to kneel on the ground.
As the action proceeds, so do the words.
"Please Lord Chang'an spare my son's life."
The words were spoken, but he did not kneel down.
Ying Chengyu grabbed Zhao Ji's shoulders with both hands and stopped Zhao Ji's behavior.
He originally wanted to give Zhao Ji a good beating to avoid bad things in the future.
But Zhao Ji's reaction was not what he expected. Zhao Ji softened too quickly.
He knelt down when he was told, and he was not at all as arrogant and domineering as before, trading his life for his life.
There was silence for a while.
Ying Chengyu laughed loudly, and the laughter bounced back and forth in the somewhat silent Xuanniao Hall.
"Look, Mom, we have hidden them all!"
The change in Zhao Ji's expression was terrifying, and she immediately smiled faintly after Ying Chengyu finished speaking.
The somewhat red and swollen face did not hinder her graceful and luxurious temperament at all. She glanced at Ying Chenglong, and then cast her eyes sideways at the fallen phoenix crown on the ground.
"only."
Ying Chengyu immediately responded, picked up the phoenix crown from the ground, held the phoenix crown in both hands politely, and put it on Zhao Ji's head.
"On the grand occasion of the Wax Festival, just eating and drinking is too boring. I am afraid that you will be sleepy, so I will pretend to be a dragon to cheer you up."
Zhao Ji's voice was loud and clear, and even though her body was stained with blood, no one thought her words were embarrassing or ridiculous.
The red and swollen face, the graceful demeanor, and the phoenix crown on the head symbolize authority.
"I am physically tired and a little sleepy. Queen, you and Your Majesty will send me back to Ganquan."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Afang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up and responded softly: "Wei."
"Everyone get out."
Ying Chengyu gave the order.
"only!"
The secret guards shouted in unison.
They covered their faces and apologized to the royal family members, concubines, princes and princesses who were under control around them.
Without waiting for the person who apologized to respond, he left the Black Bird Hall and disappeared into the night.
They are like the tide on the coast, entering as the tide rises and going out as the tide recedes, leaving nothing behind in the Black Bird Hall.
Gai Nie and Afang supported the First Emperor and followed Zhao Ji out of the Xuanniao Hall.
A dozen old people scolded Ying Chengyu for his nonsense and sat back down.
"Mom, try it, these oranges are very sweet."
The little glutton finally ate the orange that he had longed for. The filial third son, who did not forget his mother while eating the orange, handed half of the peeled orange to Concubine Chu's mouth.
Concubine Chu looked at her son silently, and she had the idea of rehearsing the trumpet again.
Why is this Shuzi the king?
"Why is my mother looking at me like this?" Ying Jianglu was a little confused, and then he seemed to wake up. He leaned his little head over and whispered: "My mother won't take this drama seriously?"
Concubine Chu opened her mouth and chewed the orange with her plump lips. The sweet juice burst out in her mouth. She nodded slightly.
"sweet."
The truth is also false when it is false.
When the truth is false, the false is also true.
True or false, who knows?
Who can see through the sinister and cunning Mr. Cheng?
Maybe, this guy is right.
The noisy sound sounded again, and the wave of joy crashed on the Black Bird Palace again.
It was as if without the First Emperor sitting in charge, the royal family, concubines, princes and princesses all felt a lot more relaxed.
A group of old people sat down around Ying Chengyu again, and when the laughter rose and fell in the hall, it was not clear whether they were really laughing or pretending to laugh.
My uncle had just taken a piece of venison and chewed it carefully when he suddenly said something without warning.
"Tougher than Huayang."
The grumpy old man who threw his chopsticks was showing off his meat crazily, his mouth full, as if he hadn't eaten meat in years.
"Just kill him."
Three words seeped out from the seam of flesh that was full of meat residue and minced meat.
When the old man was young, he had a habit of showing off his food before going to the battlefield.
One is to have the motivation to kill, and the other is that if someone kills someone, he will die like a dead ghost.
"How can this be so!"
Although Ying Xi is not of high seniority, he has the bonus of being the eldest son of King Qin Xiaowen, which actually gives him a small say in this group of people.
He picked up the wine bottle and was about to drink when he heard the old man throwing his chopsticks and immediately retorted and put the wine bottle on the table again.
"Do you really think Chenglong is the king?"
The underlying meaning of this sentence is: If we kill Zhao Ji, how can we stand in front of His Majesty?
"I exchange lives with her."
The mouth of the old man who threw the chopsticks was filled with the smell of meat. He opened his mouth a bit wide when he spoke, and some meat residue fell out.
"I can do something for my baby before I die and earn money."
After talking, the old man carefully picked up the meat residue on the table, put it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.
The old man considered this his last meal.
"Your Majesty will not blame individuals, he will only blame the clan." A slightly bald old man drank all the wine in the bottle and said, "Don't pretend that your Majesty dares not kill people."
"Great uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles."
Ying Chengqian smiled bitterly, raised the wine bottle with both hands and saluted in a circle.
"I just want Queen Mother Zhao to calm down. Why are you more murderous than me? No need, no need. Just treat her as Mother Huayang and don't say whether she can kill her or not."
"Although the Queen Mother Huayang is not on good terms with us, she has reached a consensus with us on one thing. We all recognize you as the king. This is not the case with this woman. She wants to kill you."
One of Ying Chengyu's uncles frowned and said, a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
"What did little Xizi say just now?" my uncle asked casually.
Ying Xi was silent.
The old man threw his chopsticks and fell silent.
The slightly bald old man was silent.
All the old people were silent.
Their movements remain the same, natural and not artificial.
The crisp sound of chopsticks hitting the plate, the squeaking sound of chewing food, the slurping sound of drinking...
Only, the sound of voices was missing.
What Ying Xi just said was "I really think that I am already a king."
No one doubted that my uncle's memory was so poor that he forgot what he had just heard.
If my uncle was not asking this question, he was emphasizing - let Cheng Xi be the king.
Although everyone didn't answer, they didn't object either.
Silence is silence, silence is consent.
"Uncle, I thank you for your compliment, but please don't cause trouble."
Ying Chengqian smiled bitterly and picked up the wine bottle, breaking the silence.
"Come on, come on, let me respect you first, and then each of you will offer a bottle. Let's stop this matter, okay?"
When Ying Chengyu wanted to drink wine from the bottle, his uncle stretched out his big hand to cover the mouth of the wine bottle and looked at Ying Chengyu with his old eyes.
"You've been lazy since you were a child. If my brother were alive to see you like this, your father and your eldest father wouldn't be able to become kings."
Ying Chengyu smiled playfully and said with a smile: "Of course, if my grandfather is alive, he will definitely be the king. Can my father still rebel?"
"No one is kidding you!"
The old man who threw his chopsticks always stuffed food into his mouth before he could swallow it, which caused his voice to always sound a bit loud.
"That woman was fine in Yongcheng before. She had no control over Xianyang affairs. There is nothing wrong with His Majesty being the king. Now that she has returned to Xianyang, she dares to kill you in front of us. After today, we don't know what she will do.
"I don't have a few more years to live. I can't break my promise to Zi Chu to take care of you. If you go down to see Zi Chu before me, I won't even dare to talk back when your father scolds me. It's just a fake show.
, everyone will support you to ascend to the throne."
The dark-skinned old man sitting next to the old man who threw the chopsticks nodded in agreement.
Said: "That's the reason. We, the Ying clan, have always been the only ones to kill others. When did..."
Tuk-tuk-tuk~
Ying Chengqiao put his index finger upside down and knocked on the table three times, interrupting the old man's words.
"That's enough." Ying Chengyu said seriously.
All the old people looked unhappy.
You kid is going to be killed, we are risking our own lives to promote you to the top, and you are here to make us look bad?
"What I, Ying Cheng, want, I will get for myself. If you elders really want to help me, just take care of yourself at home and control your nephews and nephews. This is the greatest help to Cheng."
Ding~
The most dignified uncle tapped the bowl with a chopstick.
"This matter cannot be so hasty. Qingji has great martial arts skills, and few people in the world can match his brute strength. He can hunt rhinoceros with his bare hands. How about not being as good as Qingji in martial arts, but gaining Qingji's trust with a broken arm, and assassinating him when he is not prepared?
.It can be seen that there is no one in this world who cannot be assassinated. Baby, this matter is not up to you."
Three breaths after my uncle finished speaking, Ying Chengyu raised his head and said softly: "Uncle, have you finished speaking? I said it's not necessary."
"Cheng Xi!" Ying Xi's face darkened and he said, "Your uncle is doing it for your own good, so why are you talking to your uncle?"
"What I hate the most in my life." Ying Chengyu's face turned cold and he said, "It's the three words 'for your own good'."
Ying Chengxi looked at the gate of Xuanniao Palace from a distance and said softly: "Everyone has his own choice. Please, elders, please don't interfere with Chengxi, okay?"
Looking back, I looked at the old people.
"If I don't sit on the throne, I am no longer a king. I am my grandfather, eldest father, father, and royal brother. I am the king appointed by the four generations of Qin kings. What the king sees, the elders cannot see."