Chapter 341 Something must have happened yesterday
The cool breeze will become blazing hot after circulating in Ying Chengyu's body for a week.
There are no plants taller than waist height in this wilderness. It is located in mostly plain areas in the Central Plains of Korea. This would be a disadvantage in wartime, because there is no danger to defend.
But at this time, this was a good thing, as it allowed Ying Chengyu to see all the way to the horizon without any obstruction.
The soul from two thousand years later looks into the distance and looks up at the stars.
Ying Chengyu was not a professional in astronomy in his previous life, but as a qualified keyboard warrior, he knew that this gorgeous starry sky was different from two thousand years later. Many stars had shifted, although he could not see it.
Just like him.
Just looking at his appearance, you can't see any difference between him and others.
He took a big breath, but it couldn't relieve the depression in his heart. It was like he was stuck deep in the ocean, and the sea water poured in from his mouth, making the feeling of suffocation even more intense.
This sea is called loneliness.
The Legalism of this era is not the law of later generations.
The Mohism of this era is not the democracy of later generations.
No matter how similar they are, no matter how much they have in common.
Essentially, the two are completely different.
Ying Chengyu lay down on the horse, closed his eyes, and the old horse who knew the map carried him half asleep back to Xinzheng.
The beautiful girls Qingmei and Dingxiang welcomed out the gate of the magistrate's mansion, carefully supported Ying Chengyu and helped him back into the house.
After Ding Xiang took off Ying Chengyu's shoes and socks, she suddenly felt something strange in front of her. She looked down and saw Ying Chengyu restlessly kicking his numerous fruits.
The slightly worried mood suddenly relaxed, and she leaned forward a little to give her son a better touch, and said with a gentle smile:
"Why did the young master come back so late today?"
Ying Chengyu had deep eyes and a serious look on his face.
"With stars hanging over the plains, I am deeply immersed in the natural scenery and cannot extricate myself. I have many insights and never want to leave."
Qingmei, who went to fetch water for Ying Chengyu's feet, held a basin of water that she felt was cold, but her son felt that the temperature was just right - the water temperature for women's baths was generally slightly higher than that for men.
Then I heard my young master bullying his sister while speaking sternly and paradoxically.
He caught Ying Cheng's feet, pressed them hard into the wooden basin, and rubbed them gently with his hands, with a half-smile on his face.
"Young master has so many insights, can you express them in words?"
Ying Chengyu raised his head at a thirty-degree angle, with a profound look on his face.
"The road is long and long, and I will search for it up and down."
"Cai, the young master is amazing."
Ding Xiang chuckled and praised, her fair and rosy face so beautiful.
His sister Qingmei whispered:
"Just get used to him."
Then he raised his voice and teased:
"Only Qingmei has heard of it. This is the seventh time that the young master has stolen a line from "Li Sao" written by Qu Yuan."
"Hey~"
Ying Chengyu played the long note unhappily. He supported his body with his left hand and sat up. The index finger of his right hand swung like a pendulum. His face was like a little girl, what do you know?
"How can the things done by scholars be called stealing?"
"Yes, yes, it's called learning~"
Qingmei rolled her cute eyes, also made a long sound, took off the clean cloth hanging on her shoulders, wrapped her young master's feet and wiped them carefully.
In just a few words, Qingmei finished washing Ying Chengyu's feet.
Because her man, her son-in-law, has never liked foot washing since he was a child.
He took out the small bench that had been prepared a long time ago and nailed it with three layers of animal skins. He lifted the young master's feet and put it on it.
The twin sisters Qingmei and Dingxiang, one on the left and the other on the right, pressed the acupuncture points on Ying Chengyu's feet - their young master did not like foot washing, but he liked foot massage very much.
The two women who have served Ying Chengyu from a child to a man, from Young Master Chengyu to Lord Chang'an, and the people next to Ying Chengyu all feel that their master is in a good mood today.
Ying Chengyu groaned comfortably and lay back on the bed again.
Close his eyes so that he no longer has to hide the loneliness deep in his eyes.
The road is long and far away, I will search up and down... Ying Chengxiao thought silently.
He doesn't bring outside pressure home.
Many men are like this, reporting good things but not bad things.
The next day, it was dark.
A scientist dressed in sackcloth stood early in the Xinzheng County Governor's Mansion outside the door of Ying Chengyu's residence.
An hour later.
Lu Goujian, the sweeping monk who volunteered to guard Ying Chengyu, swept the clean courtyard. From time to time he looked up at the scientist and tilted his head towards the living room - should I call you?
The scientist shook his head every time and just stood there waiting.
Lu Goujian could only sigh softly, then lowered his head, and used the broom that looked ordinary, but in fact had a long handle made of heavy fine iron, to scratch seemingly casually.
Junshang, who was not very talented in martial arts, once wrote in a novel that there are four realms of swordsmanship - unparalleled sharpness, lifting as light as heavy, lifting as light as light, and the sword and man are one.
The former best swordsman in the world didn't know how his lord came up with it, but he thought it made sense. At least he practiced accordingly. Not only did his martial arts not decline with age, but he made further progress and improved a lot.
Today, Lu Goujian also doesn’t understand why the scientist who is usually the most hated by the emperor, but is actually the best friend to the emperor, stands in front of the door as a punishment.
Since being distributed to various cities in Korea, Ying Chengyu has resumed the good habit of not sleeping until he wakes up naturally. He usually wakes up at the end of the morning, which is nine o'clock.
But now it's just the end of Yin Dynasty, it's five o'clock in the morning, it's just dawn, and scientists have to wait until Ying Chenglong, at least another two hours.
In the past, time was the most important, a scientist with strong hands-on ability, who raced against time in research and development and creation.
Like a standing green pine, he stood outside Ying Chengxuan's house without saying a word, nor letting anyone in to inform him.
The rising sun is in the sky, and the newborn sun wakes up the silent world.
Ying Chengyu, wearing a thin coat and shuffling shoes, walked quickly to the scientist, took the scientist's hand, dragged him inside, and complained:
"Why don't you wake me up?"
The scientist's body was overwhelmed by the force, and he followed Ying Chengyu and answered the wrong questions.
"I'll be Qin Mo when I come back."
Ying Chengyu paused, and the scientist took a step forward before stopping.
Ying Chengyu changed direction, pulled the scientist out of the house, and then pulled the scientist through the gate of the county governor's house. The two of them talked as they walked.
"Although Ying Chengyu lacks Qin Mo, the world also lacks a Mohist giant."
"What I said yesterday, the scenery of Yiyang, do you dislike it?"
"Absolutely disgusting."
"In that case, why do you still want me to stay in Yiyang?"
"I want to see it again."
"I don't understand your Majesty's intention."
"Hundred schools of thought govern their own affairs, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. I want to learn from each other's strengths to make up for the weaknesses."
Scientists understand.
The Mohist School is also one of the Hundred Schools, and it is the most prominent one among the Hundreds.
"Go back, you have managed Yiyang very well."
Those poor people who kept pouring into Yiyang, wearing rags and rags, with no hope for future life in their eyes, kept popping up in Ying Chengyu's mind.
"At least it's good for now."
Except for the Mohist family, no one can treat these poor people equally. No county can open its doors and happily welcome these refugees.
Ying Chengqiu was angry at scientists who said that suffering creates success.
The poorest people at the bottom will not be angry.
I can have the shelter of Yiyang and live in the city of Yiyang.
There is light in their eyes.
There are smiles on their faces.
They were overjoyed.
Thoughts can be lofty, but they cannot be separated from the people in need. Those in power should listen to the voices of the people.
After seeing off the scientists, Ying Chengxuan went home and got dressed and put on a bamboo hat under the service of Qingmei and Dingxiang.
"Where are you going, Master?"
Ding Xiang straightened Ying Cheng Piao's collar, her big beautiful eyes not missing any fold. Even if Ying Cheng Piao walked out of this door, everything she took care of would be in vain.
"Nanyang."
Ying Chengyu looked at the bronze mirror to see if the hanging black gauze could completely block his appearance.
"What are you going to do, find another Yue girl?"
Qingmei pouted.
She has a deep hostility towards Yue girls and does not hide it at all.
In her view, Yue girls are representatives of willfulness and willfulness, always causing trouble for their own sons.
"Wow, can you guess this?"
Ying Chengyu pretended to be surprised, took another photo of his maid, raised her butt, and ran out quickly.
Without Ying Chengyu who always likes to use his hands and feet, the usual blush on Ding Xiang's face slowly faded away.
"Nanyang."
she said to herself.
Qingmei, who has a more outgoing personality than her sister, rubbed her numb and sore buttocks and said casually:
"The county magistrate is Fu Sheng and is controlled by Confucianism."
A sarcastic smile formed at the corner of his mouth, and his red and plump lips completely diluted the harshness.
"That group of Confucian scholars who have not achieved much are worthy of the young master going there in person. Don't they have a memorial?"
Except for Yiyang, which is controlled by scientists, the detailed information of each city is updated every three days, and the governor of Xinzheng will forcibly obtain the tables and tables of the houses and halls where Ying Chengyu lives.
"I asked Mr. Lu. This morning, the scientist came before time. He waited until Mr. Lu got up..."
Something must have happened yesterday... Lilac was very sure.
The reason for telling half of the story is that I am afraid that my younger sister, who is not stable enough, will investigate privately and interfere with the young master's work.
Qingmei took a shallow breath, closed and opened her eyes, and said slightly dissatisfied:
"Sister, you are hesitant to speak here, do you think I didn't expect something to happen yesterday? Do you think I am a fool?"
"If you weren't stupid, how could you have allowed Yue Nu to win over Lu Changxuan, Lu Pheasant, and Lu Yu?"
The same plump lips were slowly raised, and the moist luster was tempting. Lilac laughed at her sister.
"Those three girls were all brought back to Xianyang by you from Shanxian County, but now they are all learning swordsmanship from Yue girls. You, you have learned many things about bed and bed, and have forgotten the secret way to survive."
Yue Nu now teaches the three daughters Lu Changjie, Lu Pheasant and Lu Yu how to practice swordsmanship every day.
Of course, except for the Yue Nv Sword, which is not allowed to be spread to outsiders - Yue Nv, whose swordsmanship is more lethal than Gai Nie's, knows many sword skills.
Although he and the three daughters of the Lu family do not have the status of master and disciple, they are already masters and disciples and get along with each other every day.
"There are no secret guards now, it's called quicksand. Besides, who would have thought that those three women like swordsmanship."
Qingmei made a bitter face and spoke harshly.
Although she knew her sister was changing the subject, she was really troubled by it.
The problem that occurred with Ying Chengyu was unknown. She hadn't investigated it yet, so she didn't know exactly what it was, so naturally she couldn't solve it.
But her own problem is clear - the teammates she brought back have switched to their opponents.
Qingmei felt very uncomfortable.
"I originally thought that Ping'er was the competitor, but I am very happy that she stayed with the queen and did not follow the young master.
"If I had known that the three daughters of the Lu family would be won over by a savage woman who goes her own way and doesn't think about the consequences, it would be better to share the son with Ping'er."
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Afang Palace.
Among the concubines in the harem, only Queen Afang's palace is named after her.
Even Crown Prince Ying Fusu's biological mother, Concubine Zheng Zhengshan, did not have this honor.
Someone once took advantage of the fact that the First Emperor stayed in his room for two more nights, whispered softly on his pillow, and made a request to name the palace after his name.
The next day, the First Emperor's concubine, who had slept for ten days in January, fell ill with a cold - an acute cold that Xia Wuqi couldn't cure, the kind that could kill her in less than half an hour.
The girls in the harem were quails for a month before they knew the cause of the incident - from the mouth of the eunuch of the Jingshifang.
The eunuchs in Jingshifang are all emasculated people, and they are all weak martial arts masters.
Their duties were to observe the king's sexual intercourse and write down the intercourse records.
In addition to recording the year, month, and day, you must also write down clearly what time the intercourse will take place.
When the monarch of the Qin State has sex, he must be witnessed by the eunuchs in the royal palace and watch from the sidelines.
This is not to say that the kings of Qin had any eccentricities. In fact, most dynasties in history had departments similar to the Jingshifang, which was to prevent the monarch from being assassinated.
Most men lose their vigilance when charging, and the emperor is no exception. This time is theoretically the best time to assassinate.
This was a common thing at the time, but when someone found out about it, it caused a stir.
A certain person was shocked and couldn't understand, calling him a pervert and a playboy.
King Qin Zhaoxiang personally explained the reason to him. A certain Shuzi understood quickly, but still couldn't accept it, so he proposed to his grandfather that all the eunuchs in the Jingshifang should be replaced by women.
"Then what if my grandfather is abducted to the bed because of his sexual nature? Who will protect my grandfather?"
"Change to an older woman."
"How long will it take?"
"forty?"
"It's time to be plump."
"Fifty, no, sixty!"
"It's true that his appearance has faded, but at such an old age, how much strength does he still have, and can he still protect his grandfather?"
"...Then look for an ugly, strong woman."
King Qin Zhaoxiang laughed loudly and touched his great-great-grandson's head.
"You have to be ugly, have good martial arts skills, and be loyal. It's not difficult to find one of these three, but it's hard to find two, and it's even more difficult to have all three."
The eunuchs of the Jingshifang were all trained by the Ying clan from childhood. Only after they were absolutely loyal to the king could they cut off the roots of right and wrong and gain the honor of watching the King of Qin's charge.
There is a natural strength gap between men and women. Training a qualified ugly female eunuch is obviously much more difficult than training a male eunuch.
"If you want to realize what you want, the easiest way is to take the latter two. Appearance is not important, just ruin the face. But when I see a face full of scars, my grandfather will mention it in bed.
I can’t afford it anymore.”
King Qin Zhaoxiang flicked the loach that his great-great-grandson had not yet grown into.
"Can you mention Xingzhi?"
"..."
"If my grandfather can't do it, I won't have your great father. If my great father can't do it, I won't have your father. If my father can't do it, I won't have you. So, why don't you like to respect the eunuch of the Shifang?"
King Qin Zhaoxiang looked at his great-great-grandson who still didn't know the beauty of men and women and couldn't show off his power and said with a smile.