Chapter 477 The rebels underestimate me, Da Qin! Wolf ambition breeds countless enemies!
When I went to court for the first time, you all just chattered down there, right?
Brother Huang doesn’t even dare to let out a fart when he’s sitting here. Bullying me doesn’t kill anyone? It still doesn’t scare you, does it?
I didn't get enough rest, my heart was beating rapidly, and I was experiencing labor pains.
The abnormality in his body made Ying Chengxuan extremely irritable. The tragic experience of wearing the Xiaomian suit for the first time added a violent temper to this irritability.
Being disturbed, Ying Chengyu opened his eyes angrily and slapped the long rice-coated dragon case in front of him.
"Who is making such noise! I'm disturbing the public's rest!"
"As a king, you can be called a widower or an orphan, but the word "naigong" is not appropriate to be said in the hall."
A preaching voice.
Ying Chengyu's anger increased by three points, and his eyes, which were still misty after waking up from sleep, narrowed slightly.
"Oh, you still want to teach me a lesson."
Halfway through his words, the clear scene in front of him was projected from his pupils to his brain.
Ying Chengyu was stunned.
The man in front of me was wearing a tall crown and a thin figure, with an ever-kind smile on his face. The black cloak on his back was dragging the ground, half-covering the Qin King's Sword at his waist.
"Forget it, I can say whatever I want and call myself whatever I want. Your father, your eldest father, dare to reprimand you and ask them to come to my grandfather."
"Grandfather, grandfather?"
Ying Chengyu's tone was hesitant and unbelievable.
Both the body and the soul fell into a sluggish state, and the energy within them had long since dispersed without a trace.
The person in front of me is none other than King Qin Zhaoxiang, Ying Ji, the longest-serving king in the Qin Kingdom who has reigned for fifty-six years.
During his reign, he defeated the Chu State and was unable to recover, and the Zhao State was so defeated that it was difficult for the whole country to find the great devil of the Warring States Period.
"Here I am."
Ying Ji smiled kindly and grabbed Ying Chengyu's hand that was slapping on the table. Before he even touched it, he said distressedly:
"Does it hurt? This broken table is too hard. I want someone to put three layers of animal skins on it. Next time I slap it, it won't hurt. Wait a moment, and I'll ask someone to go to Ling Yin to get ice cubes.
, it won’t hurt once you apply it.”
Ice cubes are an extremely luxurious product in this era.
When the temperature of heaven and earth does not reach zero, only the royal family and the largest nobles can enjoy ice cubes.
In the Qin State, where there was no refrigerator or cold storage, the royal family set up a government agency responsible for harvesting and storing ice.
The person in charge of ice cubes and ice products in the government is called "Ling Ren".
Ling people usually start collecting natural ice cubes from December of each winter and transport them to an ice cellar called "Ling Yin" for storage, and then take them out for use in June or July of the next year.
Insulating materials such as leaves and reed mats would be piled on the ice cubes in the ice cellar to seal the cellar entrance so that when King Qin wanted ice cubes, there would be no pool of water.
"The Book of Songs: July" contains: On the second day, the ice was cut and washed, and on the third day, it was collected in Lingyin.
That's what I'm talking about.
Most of these precious ice cubes are taken when there is a fever or when the heat is too severe. Ying Ji couldn't bear to take them when it was so hot that he was sweating profusely in the dog days of summer. He just fetched well water and took a cold bath to relieve the fever.
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Now, I plan to ask someone to fetch ice cubes because my great-grandson slapped his hands on the table.
There is only one Mr. Cheng in the entire Qin State who can receive such treatment.
"No need to be like this, Grandpa, I don't feel any pain. You can see that my palms are neither red nor swollen."
Ying Chengyu turned his wrist, and it was white with a healthy ruddy color, completely free of the bright red color caused by broken capillaries and congestion.
Ying Ji stooped and looked at it carefully, as if looking at a rare treasure.
After a while, he smiled.
"It's really like that. How did you do that, baby? Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound. When the news came back that Bai Qi won the battle of Changping, everyone was even more frightened than this time."
Ying Cheng smiled like a child who came first in the exam and returned home to show off.
"Cheng Yu's martial arts skills are unparalleled, what does this mean? I broke this table into pieces and my palms were unscathed."
Ying Ji raised his head slightly, tilted his neck back, held his great-grandson's hand, and said in surprise:
"Oh? So powerful? Try shaking my hand hard."
Ying Chengyu exerted a slight force and slowly increased the intensity. The two palms were closer and closer...
"That's enough, that's enough. If you hold it any longer, I will have to practice calligraphy with my left hand. Before I can practice it, you will have to criticize all the memorials that are handed over to me."
Ying Chengyu let go of his hand.
"Grandpa, am I strong enough?"
Ying Ji relaxed his right palm, the slight pain was nothing compared to the joy in his heart.
He was smiling and nodding.
"Powerful, powerful."
Rubbing his right hand with his left hand, he carefully looked up and down at his great-grandson, smiling brightly.
"My little cricket has finally grown up."
Going around the table, Ying Ji held down his great-grandson who was about to stand up and make way for him.
"In the past, when you sat on this throne, you had to be held by someone else, otherwise you would not be satisfied with it. Now you can sit firmly on your own. Okay, that's great. My little girl has finally become the king of Qin."
Pressing his great-grandson's shoulder, Ying Ji slowly lowered his waist, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"How can the king of a country fall into a dream in his palace? I know that Xiao'er didn't mean it. There must be a reason for this. Tell me, grandfather, why is this?"
Ying Chengyu twitched the corners of his mouth but said nothing. He was not sure he could say a word without shedding tears.
There are many people in the world who are kind to him.
There was only one person who doted on him the most, unreasonably and unconditionally, his grandfather, King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Ying Ji.
Except for the time when he was four years old, he said that he should pursue equality, pursue freedom, and establish a people-centered Qin State, which made my grandfather use real fire and bloodbath Xianyang Palace.
His grandfather never really got angry with him again. No matter what he said or did, his grandfather trusted him unconditionally.
I'm sure I'm right. If I'm really making a mistake, there must be some reason why I didn't make a mistake.
This doting continued until the end of Ying Ji's life.
Historically, when royal families in various countries pass on the throne, the ability of the successor has been tested in order to strengthen the country.
However, King Zhaoxiang of Qin skipped two generations and pushed upwards in order to allow his great-grandson to successfully succeed to the throne. Based on this direct lineage, he selected King Yingzhu of Qin Xiaowen and King Yingzichu of Qin Zhuangxiang.
The widowed Xiu'er is the natural king and the leader of Qin's long-term prosperity. You two must take charge of Qin for Xiu'er before he reaches adulthood.
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Ying Ji wiped his great-grandson's eyes with his black sleeve, pointed to the water stains on his sleeve and said:
"Look, what are these? Tears! Fortunately, I didn't issue a decree that 'adult men crying for no reason should be sent to the government', otherwise I would have gone to Xianyang Prison to see Xiu'er. Could it be that this is Xiu'er's too? New method? Can your tears turn into rivers, lakes and seas to annex the world and drown those rebellious people?"
Ying Chengyu was amused by his serious grandfather, just like when he was a child and was teased by his grandfather shaking a rattle.
"Grandpa still loves to joke."
"Whoever is joking with you, I really think it is your new trick."
Ying Ji lifted up the cloak behind him, and suddenly shook his hands to the sides behind him. The strong wind carried a black wave that floated in the air for a moment, covering half of the long table.
Sitting on the table, Ying Ji was about the same height as Ying Chengyu. He had his hands clasped in front of him. Only then did he no longer look like a kind grandfather, but the Great Demon King of the Warring States Period who suppressed the Chu barbarians and defeated the powerful Zhao!
"Tell me why I'm sleepy."
"My grandfather left me behind, Meng Ao and Wang Ju both left me, and my eldest father and uncle died young. Over the years, no one has trusted me like my grandfather. I am very tired, and I don't know what I have done. What is the purpose of all this? I said that I do things without asking for gratitude from others, but the almost no response to my efforts makes me really not want to continue. Just after the foreign troubles were resolved, Ying Zheng faked his death again and stirred up domestic troubles in the six countries. This I really don’t want to sit on the throne, I’m not prepared at all..."
Ying Chengyu spoke word by word, whatever came to mind, holding his forehead with both hands.
What he wants to do is obviously beneficial to all people, but he cannot get the support of all people.
The only supporters around him left him one after another as time passed.
This world is not a single-player game for him alone. The endless resistance makes him unable to see the end, and the people who stand in his way are all heroes who can be ranked at the forefront throughout the five thousand years of China.
Guiguzi, Zhang Liang, Chen Ping, Xiang Yu...
These people have inevitable historical limitations, but they can maximize their abilities in this era.
Although Guiguzi didn't know that there would be planes carrying people to the sky in later generations, or mobile phones that could make video calls from thousands of miles away. But this did not prevent him from amplifying the desire of the First Emperor according to his desire to deal with the remnants of the Six Kingdoms as soon as possible, and guiding the First Emperor to fake death and detonate the remnants of the Six Kingdoms. Ying Chengyu will ascend to power as soon as possible.
Ying Chengyu once looked forward to playing against these historical celebrities.
He debated rights and wrongs with politicians and politicians, and discussed law with Han Fei, the leader of Legalism. He also discussed what Confucianism should be with Xunzi Xunqing, who always considered himself a disciple of Confucianism but was not recognized by traditional Confucianism.
Look.
The conversation was very pleasant.
No matter whether he wins or loses, he can always get inspiration. He thinks this is a fight. He makes the disciples’ eyes look strange, and the disciples also greatly admire him.
Only now did he understand that although those words were true words, the rhetoric was actually just a joke.
The Lanling Massacre and the First Emperor's fake death.
This is the way to get serious.
"Without Xiu'er, Zichu would not be the king, and Zhu would not be the king. This throne was left to you by me a long time ago, and you must sit on it. If you had told me that you did not want to sit on this throne, I would have killed you long ago.
about you."
Ying Chengyu raised his head from his hands and looked at his grandfather in astonishment, unable to believe the words he heard.
King Qin Zhaoxiang had no expression on his face.
"If you are not the King of Qin, I will not allow you to live in the world, and I am worried. Back then, my father made Brother Dang the King of Qin. In order to prevent the Qin State from turmoil, he almost killed me in the fight for the throne. In the end, he could not bear to take action and sent me to Yan State.
.You are ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more powerful than me, and I will never let you be such a big problem."
After Ying Chengyu listened in a daze, he slowly leaned back, revealing the blackbird with a long neck on his chest, took a long breath, and chuckled:
"I didn't expect that my grandfather would value Cheng Xi so much. Is this considered a consolation to Cheng Xi?"
Although King Qin Zhaoxiang kept saying that he wanted to kill him, his mood was much better. He had not felt like he was believed without reservation for a long time.
"I speak from the bottom of my heart, otherwise why would I use a brat like you to serve as the King of Qin twice in a row?"
Ying Ji straightened his body slightly, and with his spine fully extended, he was half a head taller than his great-grandson who was lying down.
He said condescendingly:
"But looking at your appearance now, I wonder if this pair of tricks were blind at first. What does the death of one or two people mean? I killed 200,000 Zhao soldiers in a trap, but I still slept well and ate well.
"The frightened princes are the best food for me to drink with. The loneliness that is not understood by others often makes me laugh secretly at night.
"The world is full of ordinary people, they are cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs, born with few people to tame them.
"What do you want them to understand? They are only worthy of listening and doing. Those who can do it will live, and those who can't will die. Not to mention Meng Ao, Wang Yan, Bai Qi, and Wei Ran. The same is true.
"I can call myself Emperor of the West if I want. So what if the emperor is here? I just wait for him to express his dissatisfaction! I have a good excuse to send troops. The day I ascended the throne, I wanted to destroy the Zhou Dynasty.
"Brother Dang asked him for the cauldron, but he refused to give it to him. Taking advantage of Brother Dang's eagerness for Qin Guodong to come out, he induced Brother Dang to lift the cauldron, saying that he would send it to Qin if he could lift it. As a result, Brother Dang, who treated me very well, raised the cauldron and died.
"I know that destroying the Zhou Dynasty gives excuses to the princes, but I just want to take revenge and transport Jiuding back to Qin. Let those pigs and dogs who are also princes with me see clearly whether they are worthy or not. Let them know that this world is what I said.
Calculate.
"If you can't sit on this throne, then stand up and give it back to me. I haven't had enough."
King Qin Zhaoxiang took off the Qin King's Sword from his waist and threw it into his great-grandson's hand.
"You commit suicide, and I will give you a generous burial."
The heavy King Qin sword was placed on his lap. Ying Chengyu held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the scabbard with a little force.
A bright flash of light flashed across his eyes, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is this how my grandfather gave him death in vain?"
"Yes, he doesn't listen to my orders. Everyone in the army is proud to have served under Bai Qi, and all the soldiers have heard of Bai Qi's name and fought bravely. If he doesn't listen to my orders, if he wants to be a human being and not a dog, that's fine. Then go die.
Dead people are people too."
Ying Chengyu returned the sword to its sheath and hung it on his waist.
"My grandfather couldn't listen to correct advice, and he couldn't tolerate capable people. He chased Ranghou, killed Wu'an, resigned as prime minister, and trapped Gangcheng... My grandfather was too small-minded. Cheng Yu was indeed not suitable to be the king of Qin, but he was better than the king of Qin.
Grandfather is stronger."
Ying Ji narrowed his eyes and shook his crown slightly.
"Oh? I'm asking you. There was a revolt in South Korea first. Chen Sheng and Wu Guang revolted with the slogan 'Princes, generals, would you rather have your own kind?' In less than a month, they gathered thousands of scholars. Those who are willing to fight,
It has already broken into tens of thousands. How do you plan to deal with it and who will be sent to conquer it? Do you have any ideas? If they continue to grow bigger, capture South Korea, occupy all the iron mines, and restore the six countries, they will have countless weapons and armor. These
Have you ever thought about it?"
Ying Chengqiao smiled lightly.
"Chen Sheng and Wu Guang are nothing to worry about. They can be destroyed with just a little effort. There is no need to transfer generals from Guanzhong. I manage the Han region personally. I personally select the magistrates and county captains of each county. As soon as the troops and horses in each county move, Zhang Chu will collapse.
People are nothing but jokes."
Ying Ji snorted coldly.
"In that case, why not take action quickly! All the eyes of the world are looking at South Korea next to my Qin State's bedside! If you don't destroy it as soon as possible, the rebels will underestimate me, Great Qin! Wolf ambition will breed countless people!"