Chapter 483 Are you afraid that I will be assassinated?
The wind is so cold that people can't even say a single word. Opening your mouth will cause you to lose warmth.
Winter is approaching again. The first snow in Yongcheng fell yesterday, covering the ground with a thin silver blanket. The snow covered the ground, and the winter branches were dressed in white.
The snow is beginning to fall.
Poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty would have poetic feelings and compose an impromptu poem.
The painters of the Fu Song Dynasty would spread out the rice paper and use pen and ink to express all their painting ideas, creating a picture scroll that could be passed down to generations and be worth a thousand pieces of gold.
It's a pity that this era is the Qin Dynasty, violent Qin.
The people of Qin, who barely had enough to eat, did not have the word romance in their bones, and were far inferior to the people of Chu who were fans of "Li Sao".
They complained about the freezing weather and continued to work with sad faces, thinking about how to survive the coming cold winter.
It's snowing and it's not cold, it's snowing.
They trampled the pure white snow into pitch black, then huddled up and rubbed their arms, hoping that the sun in the sky would be warmer, and smacked their lips in memory of the pork sacrifices they had eaten during the New Year's Day.
The whole morning passed like this.
In the afternoon, a piece of news from Xianyang detonated the deserted Yongcheng.
[The First Emperor passed away and ordered that his younger brother Ying Chengxuan, Lord of Chang'an, ascend the throne.]
The shopkeeper of the grain store who was measuring rice dropped his measuring bucket. The patrolling city defense troops stood still and could not move even half a step. The Yongcheng County magistrate who announced the news was sitting on a chair covered with sheepskin and was lost in thought.
The First Emperor is dead?
How could the First Emperor die?
This must be a rumor spread by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms!
The clear words are running around, but the dark waves are flowing.
The officials, merchants, people, scholars, ministers and concubines of Yongcheng could not believe that the news was true. They spontaneously attributed it to the conspiracy of the Six Kingdoms, even though they had never known what a conspiracy was in their entire lives.
However, there are no rumors within Hangu Pass, especially in the county town surrounded by high walls.
"Qin Law": False accusations and other crimes are punishable by the same crime.
On weekdays, there are rumors about the father-in-law of the Zhang family picking up ashes and the younger brother of the Li family being short-lived. As long as they don't go to the government, of course no one will care.
Any rumors involving national policies, generals and celebrities, such as General Meng Tian's death in Yanmen, will be investigated by the government and traced from the spreader to the source, and no one will be spared.
Whenever there is a major event, there are always folk songs spreading from unknown sources in various countries to praise it.
For example, before the fall of Handan, the six words "Li Mu died, Zhao Kingdom died" were widely circulated among the Zhao people.
But in the Qin State, since Shang Yang's reform, there had never been such rumors that disrupted the country.
The people of Qin simply did not want to believe that the First Emperor who led them to become the only country in the world would die. Even the postmen galloping on the road to deliver the news to various places in Guanzhong were in a daze and did not believe in the bag.
yellow paper.
The ban on the use of paper in Guanzhong was lifted. Paper that was soft, clear, easy to store and handle replaced thousands of years of bamboo slips.
The afternoon passed quickly, and the shocked Yongcheng people were still in shock, whether they were in a cold room or a charcoal-burning greenhouse.
The severe cold can freeze people's bodies, but cannot freeze their minds.
A hothouse can warm the rich on the outside, but not their hearts.
The First Emperor is really dead?
The distance between the First Emperor and them was further than the sky and the earth, but they still couldn't sleep because of the First Emperor. This was a sleepless night for the people of Yongcheng.
Curfew, Yongcheng, which is quiet during the day, becomes even quieter at night.
On the spacious road, the carriage pulled by four pure black horses without any trace of color was as large as a house.
Their pace was neither urgent nor slow, because the reins in their mouths did not pinch them deeply, and the common soldiers around them did not start running.
From time to time, they lowered their horses' heads, raised their horseshoes slightly, and then dropped them again. The newly nailed horseshoes gave them a different feeling from their previous lives.
The carriage stopped in front of a huge mansion.
The car curtain was stood on the shaft of the car, and Zhang Han, who was still wearing an iron skeleton armor in the cold weather, opened it from the outside.
Ying Chengyu poked his head out first, looked at the sky and looked around.
Then the feet stepped off the carriage slowly and quickly, with the same rhythm as the four black horses pulling the carriage.
He walked towards the huge mansion, which looked no different from the nearby mansions. On the way, he raised his right arm and waved it again and again, and the soldiers who were about to accompany him stopped in their tracks.
Ying Chengyu, who walked to the door of the huge mansion, did not stop, but walked another twenty steps to the door of the mansion next to the huge mansion.
When Ying Chengyu was only two or three steps away from the door of the mansion, before he could grab the animal head knockers on the two doors and knock on them, the door opened.
His steps stopped and he did not complete these two or three steps.
"No one can replace your prestige, which is enough to lead Qin to a great height. It's really stupid to fake your death for the sake of those rats in the gutter, and to buy a coffin for a pearl."
Ying Chengyu, wearing a crown embroidered with black birds and a crown that reaches the sky, said expressionlessly.
The man in front of him was dressed in black brocade clothes. He did not wear a crown or tie his hair, letting his medium-long hair flutter in the wind.
The door was open, and Ying Chengyu stood outside the mansion. Twenty steps away was the royal carriage that symbolized the lord of the Qin Empire.
In Ying Chengyu's eyes, the man who deserved a beating stood in the mansion, holding the two doors with both hands. He smelled of alcohol and had gloating written all over his face.
The ground outside the mansion was muddy and wet, and there were many pedestrians. With the help of Jinwu, they trampled on the thin snow.
Except for a series of footprints behind the man who wanted to be beaten, the ground in the mansion was still pure white.
The man opened his mouth and let out a wine burp. White mist rose from his mouth and soon merged with the cold wind.
"You idiot, are you here to accuse me?"
"Only the emperor can call himself the word 'I', so are you worthy of it?"
Ying Zheng smiled even more happily, white air continued to escape from his mouth, and his mouth was like the spout of a boiling teapot.
"I'm so domineering, hahaha, I call myself that, what do you want? Act according to the laws of Qin, what about the three tribes of Yi and Zhen?"
"..."
Ying Zheng released a door with one hand, took a step to the left, and moved half of his body out of the way.
"Come in and talk!"
Ying Chengyu remained motionless.
"Who are you? Are you worthy of inviting me?"
"I am your brother!"
"My brother is dead."
Ying Chengyu waved his hands vigorously in front of his mouth and nose to disperse the strong smell of alcohol in front of him.
"My brother doesn't like drinking. He is an emperor who has a broad mind, is not afraid of dangers, and only pursues evil schemes. He is not a sneaky drunk rat hiding in the gutter."
Ying Zheng just laughed non-stop, his brother's sharp words automatically turned into a joke in his ears, it was so funny.
"Weizhuang, come out and see me."
Ying Chengyu slightly raised his voice, and his voice spread fifty steps.
When he was talking to the First Emperor just now, their voices were not loud, and they were replaced by the howling of the cold wind ten steps away.
The fact that the First Emperor was alive should not be known to the officials who followed Ying Chengyu.
"Your Majesty."
Wei Zhuang, who was born with white hair, appeared from under the eaves, stood behind Ying Chengyu, and bowed slightly.
Ying Chengyu ignored it and said to Ying Zheng who was not surprised:
"Take all your people away, I don't want to see any other sand mixed in the quicksand."
"OK."
Ying Zheng agreed with a smile, but in front of his brother, he turned and left, frowning.
So angry?
He sighed and said:
"You cannot succeed tomorrow. Guiguzi has calculated the weather. Heavy snow will fall at noon. It will last for two and a half hours and fall one foot to the ground."
There is no such thing as "auspicious snow heralds a good harvest" in "Bao Qin".
The more snow falls, the colder the weather becomes and the harder it is to survive the winter.
When the succession ceremony was held, a foot of heavy snow fell. This was not a good omen, but a bad omen.
"Ah."
Ying Chengqiao sneered.
This was the first expression Ying Zheng saw. His blushing face showed anger, and he patiently advised:
"I know you don't believe in God's will, and I don't believe it either. But you have just ascended the throne, your mother, the death of Gan Luo, and the support of the old ministers and your disciples, can make you speak the truth in the court. But among the people, your reputation is still that of a madman and a heel.
You haven’t stood firm yet, you have to take the people’s support into consideration.”
Ying Chengyu returned to his expressionless face and interrupted coldly.
"Don't you never believe in the will of the people?"
"The people's support I am talking about is not the same thing as what you are talking about. I don't need to please the people. I need the people to join the army and serve me."
Ying Chengyu interrupted again unceremoniously.
"I don't want to hear it."
"you……"
Ying Zheng was angry at Ying Chengyu's back as he turned and left.
What he said were all good things, and they were all words of experience from being an emperor. Why didn’t this guy just listen?
Ying Chengyu passed by Wei Zhuang with his head down and did not dare to look up at him with an expressionless face.
It's fun to retreat behind the scenes and be the boss, making secret moves to force me to take over. What about now?
You only think that you can't help yourself, but you never thought that from beginning to end, the person who can make the final decision is you sitting on the throne?
If you just want to inherit Shuzi's happiness and don't want to inherit Shuzi's helplessness, what good things are you thinking about?
He raised his head and looked at the starry, dark sky.
Tomorrow is his succession ceremony, which will take place in Yongcheng where there is the ancestral temple of the Qin State.
It's snowing, he knows.
Tai Shida, who was born as a military prime minister and was a civil servant, told him.
In addition to writing history books, Taishi Ling's duties include reading astronomy, calendars, and planning for the coming spring and autumn harvests.
Even with the power of those Yin-Yang doctors, Tai Shida's weather forecast was not as accurate as Gui Guzi's in inferred time and snowfall amount, and it only said that there would be heavy snowfall.
But Ying Chengyu did know about the snowfall.
"Let the blizzard come more violently."
He murmured to himself and dispersed into the cold wind.
"Do as the man says."
"only."
The two doors closed and Wei Zhuang disappeared.
"My uncle became king and began to eliminate dissidents."
Afang, who was of average appearance, was wearing a snow-white fox fur and a fluffy gray rabbit fur hat on his head. He said with some emotion.
She had been standing behind the door listening to the conversation between the two brothers, and was ready to intervene immediately if they started to quarrel.
Ying Chengyu has always respected her as the imperial sister-in-law.
The First Emperor held his bare hands, which were cold even though they were wearing thick clothes.
"That's nonsense. That guy is worried about my safety. You go to bed first. I'll ask Wang Chan some questions and then go back to the room."
A smile appeared on the corner of A Fang's mouth.
"Your Majesty, please hurry up. When that girl Mi Chu gets angry, I won't be able to hold it back."
Ying Zheng squeezed Xijun's hand hard and smiled knowingly.
"good."
After leaving the heavily guarded Xianyang Palace and taking off the queen's attire of mother-in-law, his afang gradually returned to his former lively and playful appearance.
The thin snow in the courtyard added a series of footprints leading to Guiguzi's residence.
Inside the house, Ying Zheng told Gui Guzi that he warned his younger brother that he would not succeed tomorrow and that his younger brother interrupted and refused twice.
"This guy is so angry with me that he doesn't even care about national affairs!"
Guiguzi leisurely said:
"Your Excellency is still noble, but you are no longer the emperor. If you don't obey your advice, there is nothing you can do."
Anger and annoyance appeared on Ying Zheng's face.
Guiguzi said quietly:
"Based on Lord Chang'an's character, most likely he deliberately chose this snowy day for the succession ceremony. Lord Chang'an is not angry with Your Excellency, but the heavier the snow falls, the more you appreciate it."
The wind is having a little temper and blowing here and there.
Zhang Han stood under the carriage, looking at the figure blocked by Ying Chengyu.
The lieutenants twenty steps away were only staring at Ying Chengyu. They didn't care who was in front of Lord Chang'an. The more they knew, the faster they would die.
What they care about is the safety of Lord Chang'an.
After the succession ceremony was held in Yongcheng at dawn, the Lord of Chang'an became the second emperor of Qin.
"Weizhuang, come out and see me."
Chang'an Jun's voice suddenly sounded. They clenched their Chang Ges and used their legs to charge.
A figure suddenly fell from the eaves, like a swallow that didn't have time to fly to the south and froze to death in its nest, and its body fell behind Lord Chang'an!
"Stand where you are!"
Zhang Han's order was faster than the actions of the officers. The officers who received the military order stayed rooted to the spot.
At this time, unless Lord Chang'an issues an order or Lord Chang'an faces a crisis, they will not take a step.
They still held Chang Ge tightly and gathered strength in their thighs to ensure that they could escape as soon as the order was given.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing the white-haired man bending down behind Chang'an Jun, he felt relieved.
It turns out to be the Shadow Guard.
The officers who followed the First Emperor on his eastward tour thought to themselves.
The Shadow Guard who suddenly appeared on the top of Mount Tai is a secret that cannot be told to them.
Not knowing this secret, the officials who were on duty at Xianyang Palace during the First Emperor's eastern tour had no intention of exploring this secret from their colleagues who were more aware of it.
The curious Lang Guan died.
Only Zhang Han in the scene knew the truth. He was not the Shadow Guard, but the Liusha Commander Wei Zhuang, and he was one of His Majesty's men.
He looked at Wei Zhuang, who kept his head lowered and didn't raise it until Lord Chang'an passed by, and his heart felt a little turbulent.
He also wanted to return to the First Emperor.
After staying with Lord Chang'an for a few days, he discovered that Lord Chang'an was different from the First Emperor in many ways.
Just like this night march, if it were the First Emperor, he would have parked the motorcade outside the mansion instead of the next door mansion twenty steps away.
The First Emperor would take him and the two lieutenants to meet people. Afterwards, they would be buried lavishly and their families would be given generous rewards.
He won't ask them to wait in a safe area and go there alone like Chang'an Jun did.
Zhang Han felt a little grateful in his heart, but mostly he didn't understand - the king's safety was the most important thing!
Lifting the curtain, Zhang Han admonished Ying Chengyu as he entered Si Mawang's chariot.
"Please Chang'an-jun, please call Shanghan next time you travel."
Ying Chengyu turned his head, moved his left and right shoulders alternately, making a thumping sound like a blue dragon spreading its spine, and said with great interest:
"Are you afraid that I will be assassinated?"
Zhang Han didn't say anything. He could say this to the Lord of Chang'an before Mount Tai was enshrined in Zen, but not to the Lord of Chang'an who would become the Second Emperor of Qin tomorrow.
"Come, find a place where we can compete."
Ying Chengyu patted Zhang Han on the shoulder.
"only."
Zhang Han reluctantly responded.
He didn't want to compete with Ying Chengxi, it was meaningless. Ying Chengxi had a gun and was invincible in a single fight, but a gun could not prevent all assassinations.
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