Chapter 377 What do you mean, brother? Are you not a murderous person?
"My lord hurt me."
The woman's pear blossoms were wet with rain, and she twitched a little, then she climbed up to Ying Cheng's palm and gently rubbed it.
"These hands can't seduce me. Your hands are not as charming as your face. You have calluses on your hands from doing rough work. You are a servant.
"This makes me even more curious.
"Who is so smart that after all the trouble, he only sent one servant to seduce me? Isn't this looking down on me?
"I have the power to dominate the court. I sit on a high platform and watch the clouds roll in and out. I can cover the sky with just one hand. If I sneeze, there will be a heavy rain. You should never have such a good thing as going to Wushan with me."
On the body.
"Why, he doesn't have any sisters or daughters?"
Today's Ying Chengyu is completely different from a year ago. Few courtiers call him Shuzi when they meet, but they call him Chang'an Jun with great courtesy.
Those officials whose status is low and cannot be in the high hall must be respectfully called "Jun Ye".
Meng Ao, who should not have been granted the title of Marquis, was forced to become the Marquis Champion by Ying Chengyu. Ying Chengyu was still not well-known among the people, but he was absolutely popular in the official circles.
Ying Chengyu, who was the most powerful person among the people, had not yet gotten married. Every day, countless people came to the house with their daughters and sisters to propose marriage, hoping to marry his emperor's younger brother, who had no official status but controlled all the officialdom.
The person who can sleep on Yingcheng's bed now may be the mistress of Chang'an Jun's Mansion, which is extremely expensive.
"Why are you asking so much? Is the little girl not beautiful enough?"
The woman's charming eyes were as silky as silk, and she no longer concealed them. She stretched out her tongue and gently licked the back of Ying Chengyu's hand like a small animal. Her exposed snow-white shoulders were as smooth as milk.
"Sir~"
The woman called softly, her breasts fluttered slowly, and she had a shy and charming atmosphere.
Stab~
The tiny sound of tearing cloth was concealed in her voice. Her eyes were full of lust, and her face was as red as drinking fine wine, like an intoxicated beauty who couldn't bear the power of alcohol.
Suddenly, her movements stopped.
The cheeks were still rosy and attractive, but those eyes seemed like a different person. The lust in them dissipated instantly like snow under the bright sun, and was replaced by hatred like the deepest night!
"Have you never killed anyone?"
Ying Chengyu grabbed the woman and hid it in the silk clothes. He effortlessly raised the wrist of his other hand to the woman's eyes. The same calloused hand held a dagger that shone with cold light.
Ying Chengqiao glanced at the struggling hand in his palm, pursed his lips, and motioned for the woman to see for herself.
"Beauty, you are shaking. You want to kill me, what are you afraid of? No wonder you have to tell me the person behind it, it turns out to be an assassin."
Ying Chengyu pushed the woman deep into the cabinet, feeling very bored.
At this time and place, unless these nobles in Xianyang are stupid and have a blood feud with their own families, and they have to come to the nine tribes to relieve their happiness, no one will assassinate him.
No one can bear the consequences of assassinating him.
As a result, the First Emperor was furious and exterminated the entire clan.
If it doesn't work, Ying Chengyu will take revenge and exterminate the clan.
"Did you assassinate the wrong person? It was Ying Zheng who destroyed the Six Kingdoms. If you go and assassinate him, what are you doing to me and Ying Chengyu?"
"If you don't want to suffer physical pain, just commit suicide. Don't think about escaping. You can't escape Xianyang City."
Ying Chengyu turned around and left. He had no time to play with these remnants of the Six Kingdoms.
Since the day of the Wax Festival, there have been a lot more assassins in Chang'an Junfu, at least five of them die every month. He has long been used to being assassinated, although this assassination is strange.
It's not that the honey trap approach is strange, the problem lies in the selection of candidates.
Why do you think that a woman who has never killed anyone and whose martial arts skills are so low that they can be ignored can assassinate him?
Shaking his head, Ying Chengyu stopped thinking about these problems. He planned to call the city defense army over.
Take people, or collect corpses.
The woman crawled out of the closet, looked at Ying Chengyu's back and shouted in a hissing voice.
"Why don't you kill me?!"
Ying Chengyu replied casually:
"The white clothes I wore today are stained with blood and difficult to wash."
The woman struggled to get up.
Ying Chengyu didn't push with all his strength, but he also didn't deliberately hold back his force. This palm hit the abdomen of the woman who didn't know martial arts, causing the woman to suffer from unbearable cramping.
She was covering her stomach with one hand and holding the knife with the other.
With a face of pain, wearing the gauze that could not cover her body, she walked step by step towards Ying Chengyu.
Ying Chengyu turned around when he heard the sound and said helplessly:
"You are not only a drama queen, but also an idiot. You should know that you can't kill me."
He watched the woman approach with pity.
The woman thought that Ying Chengxuan was pitying her for not having any martial arts skills, and for wanting to commit suicide. It was the superior's pity for the inferior's inability to influence their destiny, so she shouted angrily:
"Shuzi! Even though I can't kill you! I will dye your white clothes red! The man will be angry! Blood will be splashed five steps away!"
She trotted, closed her eyes, jumped up, and thrust angrily.
Ying Chengyu held her wrist again, and she poured out all her strength, but it was like a mud cow drowning in the sea.
Opening her eyes, she could see Ying Chengyu's eyes up close, even closer than they were in the closet just now. The compassion in those eyes seemed different from those that looked at her before...
"At your age, in my hometown, you should be studying in college, falling in love, treating breakups as a big deal, and praying not to meet the scumbag Neptune.
"I want to reform the law, eliminate the nobility, revitalize the people, enlighten the people's wisdom, and make China rise. It is right for the nobility to want me dead, but you common people want me to die too. It is too hurtful.
"You said I'm not a saint, so why do I fight for you ungrateful people? You like to be exploited, oppressed, and unable to get ahead, so I'll let you go."
Throwing the woman to the ground, Ying Chengyu looked into the woman's eyes full of hatred.
"This look is not good-looking. I want to see clear and stupid eyes. The reform is not for you, but for myself. I am unhappy with this world."
The woman struggled to get up, but to no avail.
Ying Chengyu left some internal force in the woman's body and sealed several key meridians in the woman's back, preventing her from getting up.
"You can move your hands, and you can still commit suicide. This is the privilege of beauty. Of course, if you can't do it, you can also ask me to help you take off your clothes."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ying Chengqiao picked up the bag of briquettes. This woman didn't need it, there were others who needed it.
"Ying Chengyu!"
The woman's voice was shrill and desperate.
"What to do?" Ying Chengqiao looked back with a smile and said: "If you want to survive, forget it, you have already assassinated me, the murderer must have the consciousness to be killed."
"When you killed my brother, did you have the consciousness to be killed?"
The woman's voice did not contain any emotion, she just looked at Ying Chengyu intently.
th.
Hatred is like water in the deep sea, flowing slowly, but heavy and powerful, far deeper than the waves on the seashore.
Ying Chengwen felt something strange in his heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He originally thought that the woman in front of him was instigated by others, and that the hatred was instilled by others.
Listening to these words, it seems that it is not the case.
"Who is your brother?"
"Ma, Lie." The woman said word by word, "This name is a gift from you."
Ying Chengyu's hand holding a bag of briquettes suddenly clenched tightly, his face expressionless.
"It turns out you are a Marxist-Leninist sister, so I will spare your life."
The woman raised the dagger and placed it naturally on the snow-white neck.
Perhaps it was the fear of imminent death, or perhaps the despair of not being able to take revenge, but the woman's already extremely indifferent emotions rose again.
Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
There are tears hanging down, the pretty face painted with pink and white is sad and beautiful, the red lips are opened and closed with cinnabar instead of rouge, and the teeth are frosted and clashing.
"Why don't you get dirty?
“Why are you so clean and dressed in white?
"Why are you in the midst of the turmoil and yet out of the water and fire?"
The sharp dagger blade saw red, and she laughed, her body twitching, and the blade sank deeper and deeper.
"Don't sit on the high platform, you will fall off."
Her voice softened, and her eyes moved from Ying Chengyu's face to Ying Chengyu's hands and to the bag of briquettes.
The man who killed her brother, the most anxious Chang'an Jun in her brother's mouth, did not throw her down on the bed and force her body when he came to her door.
This powerful person who killed her brother and was not punished by Qin's law not only personally gave gifts to the people.
When he was assassinated and leaving, he did not forget to take away a bag of briquettes, which are the most widely circulated in Xianyang these days and can allow ordinary people to survive the winter safely.
She hated Ying Chengyu for killing her brother, but the sight before her eyes opened a crack in her heart infected by hatred.
She still hated Ying Chengyu deeply, but she could no longer say that the person in front of her was a bad person.
"You are such a good person, you should be as evil as me!"
The blade sliced across.
Blood flows.
A woman who has never killed anyone kills someone but herself.
Ying Cheng was silent and said nothing.
With his martial arts, he has countless opportunities to save the woman.
He watched intently as the woman languished on the ground, watched as her beautiful big eyes gradually lost their luster, and watched as her delicate body shrouded in gauze lost its warmth.
The door opened.
Ying Chengqiao walked out of the door carrying the bag of briquettes. He was going to deliver it to the next house.
He was wearing a black singlet.
A quarter of an hour later, there was a soft clang sound.
Three very beautiful women dressed as maids violently opened the door.
They were wearing the unique clothes of Chang'an Junfu, and the biting cold wind rushed in with them, blowing on their white fox furs that were slightly reddened by blood.
They looked extremely ugly. They quickly stepped forward and rudely lifted up the red and white fox furs, revealing the delicate body covered by light gauze.
One of the maids looked very angry.
"Bah! Dirty!"
Four days later, the eunuchs entered the palace of Chang'an, and Ying Chengyu was summoned to the palace by the First Emperor.
This is very unusual.
It has been a long time since the First Emperor summoned Ying Chengyu into the palace. The two brothers can meet at any time if they want, and there is no need to go through such a set of procedures.
Ying Chengyu didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't know what kind of medicine his cheap brother had started selling in his gourd.
The four-horse king's chariot was galloping along the galloping road without any hindrance. It paused briefly in front of the gate of Xianyang Palace and was soon released again.
Then he was escorted by a team of Langguan and led all the way to the front of Zhangtai Palace.
Ying Cheng felt a little relieved. Palaces such as Xianyang Palace all have their own explanations. If you really want to hold a small meeting, you usually go to the Conference Hall.
Although Zhangtai Palace was also the palace where the First Emperor held private meetings, it was usually not a big deal.
as expected.
After entering the door, Ying Chengyu looked around and saw no ministers except the eunuchs and maids who were supposed to be there.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Emperor, are you looking for me?"
The First Emperor pointed to the futon in front of him.
"sit."
Ying Chengyu sat down as he was told, and without saying anything, he took the bamboo slips in front of Emperor Qi and started to read them.
The eunuchs and maids in Zhangtai Palace who saw this scene pretended not to have seen it. They were the most well-informed people in the palace in Xianyang, and they knew the privileges of Ying Chengyu today.
Ying Chengqiu complained while watching.
"Can you get rid of these backward bamboo slips? They are too inconvenient and tiring to hold. If you don't want to promote the use of paper in the world, why don't you use it yourself? Don't tell me that you have to lead by example. You are not that kind of person.
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The person who was pouring tea soup was a young eunuch who had just entered Xianyang Palace not long ago.
His body trembled and he almost poured the tea soup on the First Emperor.
The First Emperor was indifferent and said nothing, as if he had not seen it.
But the young eunuch hurriedly put down his utensils, knelt on the ground with a plop, and banged his head one after another.
"Your Majesty, forgive me! Your Majesty, forgive me!"
The First Emperor picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the tea soup, without any emotion, he said:
"Come here, pull him out and give him fifty sticks."
Lang Guan, who had been waiting in front of the door, responded loudly:
"only!"
Step inside to grab the young eunuch, and take the young eunuch on the ground out and beat him to death directly.
If you have a fifty-fifty rod, you are running for your life.
The young eunuch also knew this very well and had a look of despair on his face.
As if he had no bones, he was manipulated at will by the two lieutenants and walked out.
"etc!"
Ying Chengxi, please drink.
The two lieutenants observed the expression of the First Emperor and saw that the First Emperor did not speak and continued to act.
They were afraid of Ying Chenglong, but respected the First Emperor.
In the current situation of the First Emperor, everything is subject to the orders of the First Emperor.
You can't play clever tricks in front of the First Emperor. If you do, you're playing tricks on your own life.
Ying Chengyu frowned and looked up at the First Emperor.
The First Emperor picked up the teacup again, lowered his eyebrows and continued drinking tea.
"You are really sick!"
Ying Chengyu cursed angrily.
He stood up, strode up to the two eunuchs, and snatched the young eunuch from their hands.
"You two get out."
The First Emperor stopped the two lieutenants who were about to fight Ying Chengyu.
"only!"
The two lieutenants responded loudly and breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. They absolutely did not want to fight with Ying Chengyu.
When they went out, they both felt lucky.
They looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.
They were all born into noble families and were not born in white.
I know that Ying Chengyu is very powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he cannot just say that the First Emperor is sick in front of the First Emperor. Moreover, His Majesty is not angry yet...
"Brother Imperial, what do you mean? You are not a murderous person, so you called me here today to show off your power?"
Ying Chengyu's tone was very unkind.
The reason why the young eunuch's hands were shaking was because after hearing what he said, he was obviously disturbed by the fact that he was talking to the First Emperor so casually.
It was the First Emperor who executed the young eunuch, but if the young eunuch really died, it was because of his victory.