"Compared to the Queen Mother Zhao matter, I am very curious about it."
The old people had grievances that could not be dispelled for a while. When they heard Ying Chengyu speak, they all refused to give face.
Those who eat vegetables eat vegetables, those who eat meat eat meat, and those who eat wine drink wine.
But their ears perked up, and their movements involuntarily slowed down, waiting intently for Ying Chengyu's next words.
Ying Chengxiu narrowed his eyes and said: "What Chengxiu said at the wax sacrificial altar, you elders are well-informed and must know the true meaning. Chengxiu can't figure out why the Ying family can still support Chengxiu.
.”
The Ying family is the largest noble in the Qin State. Why do my uncle and the others still support me so much...
The old people's movements returned to the normal speed, their expressions did not change, and none of them paid any attention to Ying Chengyu.
The issues that Ying Chengyu attached great importance to were not problems at all in the eyes of these old people.
"Because your last name is Ying."
My uncle had an old face and acted stern, but the kindness in his eyes could not be hidden.
"You kid, you think the meeting of the three kings is just an excuse for me to prevaricate the Queen Mother Zhao? Since my filial piety, my ancestor has made great efforts to appoint Shang Jun and promote Legalism. He has ruled the world with domineering power, ignored the complaints of the family, and blocked the Wei State.
shame.
"The Ying family knows that the king's vision cannot be seen by mortals. Most of the variables in the world are concentrated in one person. I don't understand that you want to eliminate the nobles. If you want to say it, we will listen. If you don't say it, we won't ask.
Whatever you want us to do, just tell us."
Is it a cult of personality?
Ying Chengqiao laughed.
"Ahem." Weiyang Lord Ying Xi coughed repeatedly in a pretentious manner. After Ying Chengyu looked over, he chuckled and said: "I have a different view from my uncle. What you said is an aristocrat, and Lord Shang."
What we do is essentially the same.”
Uncle, you guessed it wrong, it's so different.
Legalism is a policy that fools the people, weakens the people, and tires the people. It is completely opposite to what I think.
Ying Cheng thought to himself, but said with a smile: "Uncle, tell me how to do it."
"The method of the Shang king is to collect the power of the family and concentrate it on one person, the king. To create military merit is to give the people a way to advance and stimulate their fighting spirit. Then the Qin laws are used to limit internal fighting and high taxes to encourage the people and peasants.
"You said you want to eliminate the nobility, take the Gan family as an example. You say Qianlong and Ganmao have made contributions to Qin and can enjoy glory, but Ganluo has made no contributions to Qin and is not worthy of the position of high minister.
"Shang Jun's method is not thorough. The title can still be hereditary, and the descendants can enjoy it after a lifetime of hard work. I heard from your words that you are determined to cancel the hereditary inheritance, and you can only enjoy it after a lifetime of hard work.
"This is just to deepen the Shang monarch's method, so as to make the world fight for Qin. Since the Qin Dynasty implemented the Shang monarch's method, all the noble families have opposed it every day.
"But have you ever heard that someone in our Ying family is opposed to Lord Shang's method? The Ying family will not oppose the method of strengthening Qin. How much glory and wealth the children of the Ying family enjoy depends on how much they contribute to Qin."
What Ying Xi said made all the old people nod secretly, and it was obvious that what he said touched the hearts of these old people.
Only then did Ying Chengyu realize that he seemed to have made a mistake.
The royal family of the Qin Dynasty, the Ying family, is not the royal family of some later generations. Without doing anything, the royal family will pay a large sum of money to raise them like pigs.
If you want to have power, status, and wealth, you need to fight on the battlefield.
The circle of old people sitting around him had all made meritorious deeds for Qin when they were young.
They don't care at all about being aristocrats, because they haven't been infected with aristocratic habits at all.
Compared with those hereditary families, they have stood up since the Qin Xiaogong period.
Then, the Ying clan, which has been in constant struggle with major forces such as Mi's eight sons from abroad and the old Qin family, has not yet been consumed by arrogance and extravagance.
Of course, this has a lot to do with Qin.
In a boring country like Qin, which only does farming and war, and whose public entertainment facilities only include terraces, there really aren't many things to occupy one's mind.
Ying Chengqiao smiled and raised the wine bottle and said, "Respect the Ying clan."
Some of the old people snorted, and some curled their lips to express their dissatisfaction.
Then, he picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
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Afang supported the First Emperor and, followed by Genie, escorted Zhao Ji back to Ganquan Palace.
Along the way, apart from the sound of the four people walking, there was not a single word.
Zhiqua~
The gate of Ganquan Palace is closed.
Zhao Ji slapped the round mahogany table placed in the center of the hall with a heavy slap. The anger on her face was clearly visible.
"Your Majesty." Zhao Ji's voice was very cold, "How long are you going to sleep?"
Queen Afang was about to excuse the First Emperor, but the First Emperor had already stood up and opened his eyes.
Seeing Zhao Ji's red and swollen face, you can still vaguely see the mark of a slap, and there is sadness in her eyes.
The First Emperor only heard the applause and knew that Zhao Ji was beaten, but did not see it.
The visual impact is often more shocking than the auditory impact.
"Gai Nie, go out and guard, don't let anyone in."
"only."
When Gai Nie responded, he opened the door of Ganquan Palace and stepped out in one step.
The eunuchs and maids in Ganquan Palace were cleared out the moment Zhao Ji entered the palace.
At this moment, there were only the First Emperor, Afang, and Zhao Ji in the huge Ganquan Palace.
"Ying Zheng! You actually teamed up with that fool to humiliate me!"
Zhao Ji pointed at the slap mark on her face, but her cold eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
"I made a fool of myself in the Black Bird Hall. Is this what you want to see? This is how you treat your mother!"
The First Emperor did not say that this was not my intention and that I did not want my mother to get hurt.
He lowered his head and whispered very neatly: "It's my fault."
Bang~
Zhao Ji took off her phoenix crown and smashed it viciously on the ground. Tortoiseshell, agate, colored glaze and other rare objects were scattered everywhere on the ground.
"roll!"
Zhao Ji pointed at the gate of Ganquan Palace and shouted angrily.
"Mom..."
The First Emperor wanted to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by Zhao Ji who was in a furious state.
"I tell you to get out! Join with outsiders to bully your biological mother. I don't have a son like you! Get out of here!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The First Emperor was silent for a moment, and said in a solemn voice: "I asked Xia Wuqi to prepare medicine for my mother, and deliver it to my mother later. She will look good when she wakes up tomorrow.
It’s as clean as ever.”
Queen Afang supported the somewhat lost Emperor Shi Huang, and they were about to leave Ganquan Palace.
"I'll let you go alone!"
Zhao Ji quickly stepped forward and pulled Afang and the First Emperor apart.
He grabbed the Shi Huangdi's clothes with one hand and walked towards the gate of Ganquan Palace with an angry look on his face.
While walking, he cursed: "Can the medicine remove the scars on my face? Can it remove the scars on my heart? Don't pretend to be so sad. If you are really sad, how can you pretend to be dead in the Xuanniiao Hall!"
After opening the gate of Ganquan Palace, Zhao Ji grabbed the First Emperor and pushed him out of the palace door. The First Emperor staggered out of Ganquan Palace.
If Ge Nie had not realized that something was not right and rushed over to pick up the First Emperor, the First Emperor would have been kicked out of his mouth and chewed in the mud.
Bang~
The gate of Ganquan Palace suddenly closed, making a loud noise in the night.
It seemed that Zhao Ji vented all her grievances today on the door and threw it down with all her strength.
"No need to help me."
The First Emperor said softly.
"only."
Gai Nie responded.
All the officials who were guarding outside Ganquan Palace were shocked when they saw the First Emperor, who was like a god in their hearts, being pushed out with such violence. Their hearts were in their throats in shock.
Each one of them looked straight ahead and performed the most standard watch actions. They did not dare to move or express their anger, as if nothing had happened just now.
They knew that even if they did this, the First Emperor would not believe that they did not see it, but they had no other choice.
They didn't know if they could survive after seeing the embarrassing scene of the First Emperor, but they wanted to live, but the ants still had to survive.
The First Emperor stood outside Ganquan Palace and was surrounded by countless stone beasts outside Ganquan Palace.
The torch burned brightly, but the roaring flames could not brighten the heart of the First Emperor.
After looking at the gate of Ganquan Palace for a long time, the First Emperor turned around silently, and Ge Nie naturally followed.
The already straight backs of the officials outside Ganquan Palace became even straighter.
They couldn't let down their guard at the last moment and lose their lives - what if the First Emperor looked back and saw them sighing with relief, their mood worsened, and they were given death?
Gai Nie sent the First Emperor all the way outside Afang Palace, still thinking about why he didn't return to Zhangtai today.
The First Emperor ordered: "Go to the Imperial Medical Office to find Xia Wuqi and ask for some medicine."
"What medicine do you want?"
Gai Nie said the words without thinking.
The First Emperor paused and stopped in front of the gate of Afang Palace.
Putting his right hand on the door of Afang Palace, he turned his head from the left, his eyes were no longer sad, but full of indifference.
"What do you think?"
The First Emperor asked rhetorically in a declarative tone.
Gai Nie's sword intention seemed to sense an invisible aura coming on its own and started to operate on its own initiative.
Gai Nie's mind became clear, and he looked into the Emperor's indifferent eyes.
Lower your head and raise your hand.
"only."
The First Emperor looked back after hearing this.
He pushed open the door of Afang Palace and walked in. He didn't answer or give any more instructions.
He walked to the bedroom with all the eunuchs and maids bowing their heads and paying homage to him.
He waved away the palace maid who wanted to come forward to serve him, spread out the silk brocade quilt on the bed with his own hands, and lay down on the wooden bed made of rosewood.
"The queen comes back and wakes me up."
He ordered.
"only."
Ping'er, the queen's personal maid, who used to be inseparable from the queen, responded.
The First Emperor closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
He was a little tired and wanted to go to bed early.
Outside the palace gate, Gai Nie started his Qinggong and rushed towards the Imperial Medical Office.
He knew that his little thoughts were seen by the First Emperor, who was very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied.
But what about that?
Open him? I wish he could.
In Ganquan Palace, after Zhao Ji closed the door, she faced Afang, but there was no trace of anger left on her face.
It was as if her anger was only directed at the First Emperor and had nothing to do with the Queen.
Afang, who stayed behind, did not feel at all cramped in Zhao Ji's territory. He stepped on the rare treasures that fell from the phoenix crown and sat at the round table minding his own business, looking at Zhao Ji calmly.
She was a maid, narrow-minded, and not as magnanimous as the First Emperor.
There was no way she could truly maintain respect for a woman who once wanted to kill her.
"What's the matter?"
Afang asked softly.
Zhao Ji ignored it and went to the side hall. She took out two jars of wine from somewhere and placed them on the round table.
After opening the mud seal, Zhao Ji sniffed lightly with a hint of intoxication on her face.
"Can you drink it?"
Afang smiled softly and said, "Yes."
Zhao Ji didn't look for wine bottles, cups, or bowls either.
He directly pushed the open wine jar in front of Afang, and the wine inside came out with a bang and scattered on the table.
The collision of wine and wine makes the smell become stronger and stronger.
What a strong drink.
Afang frowned slightly, dipped a finger into the wine on the table, put it into his mouth and tasted it.
He slightly raised his head and looked at Zhao Ji and said, "Uncle brewed the wine."
"It's made by Zhuzi." Zhao Ji replied in the affirmative.
She held up the wine jar with both hands and kept pouring it into her mouth.
The mouth is too small and the wine is too much, so I cannot drink it all.
A lot of wine flowed down her cheeks, making her face burning.
Zhao Ji didn't care, her throat kept moving, and she drank as much as she could.
Her chest and clothes were wet with wine, and the burning pain on her face had become somewhat numb.
Zhao Ji kept holding the wine jar until the mouth of the wine jar was facing downwards and the bottom of the jar was facing the roof of the palace.
The wine in the mouth of the jar no longer flows down the river, but when it ticks, the jar is thrown to the ground.
"No wine can be as strong as this Zhuzi's wine!"
Zhao Ji wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth and praised with bright eyes.
She saw that the jar of wine placed in front of Afang was not moved at all, just like when she pushed it over just now.
"Don't waste it if you don't drink it."
Zhao Ji reached for the wine jar, but was blocked by Afang's cross-arm.
"If the Queen Mother wants to drink, she can wait until Afang leaves before drinking. If she has nothing to say to Afang, he will leave."
Zhao Ji pushed A Fang's arm away, picked up the wine jar with both hands, and smiled sweetly.
"I have nothing to say to you. Just go away, Queen."
Afang was stunned for a moment, unable to realize what Zhao Ji wanted to do by leaving her.
In just a short while, Zhao Ji had already started to drink a large amount of wine in small sips, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing.
Afang took a deep breath, his mouth and nose filled with the aroma of wine.
"Farewell Queen Mother."
Get up and leave.
If you can't walk a few steps, stop.
Looking back, I watched Zhao Ji swallow the cow and drink.
Snap~
Another wine jar was shattered into pieces.
Zhao Ji's eyes brightened even more, and she sat down holding on to the round table. She was already a little unsteady on her feet.
"If you don't leave, do you want to drink with me?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Afang's eyes, and he spoke softly.
"Since the Queen Mother guessed that your uncle was acting, why did you still cooperate with your uncle in his behavior in the Black Bird Hall?"
Afang couldn't figure it out. With Zhao Ji's temperament, it was only right to take advantage of the situation and cause trouble for Ying Chengyun. How could he make a fool of himself in order to cooperate with Ying Chengyun.
Zhao Ji chuckled, her eyes blurred by the high-concentration wine produced by Ying Chengyu through distillation.
"I'm afraid it's true."
Zhao Ji murmured.
"What?"
The muttering was too quiet, so A Fang didn't hear it clearly and walked quickly to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji unconsciously grabbed A Fang's hand with both hands and held it tightly.
"I'm afraid it's true." Zhao Ji raised her face and whispered, "I'm afraid Zheng'er will die."
Afang wanted to pull his hand back, but after hearing this, he twitched slightly symbolically and made no move.
"Except for the wine made by Shuzi, nothing in Xianyang is as good as Yongcheng. Remember to send me some wine."