My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

Empress Dowager Zhao slowly looked back, in front of the memorial tablet of King Qin Zhuang Xiang, looking at the palms of her hands flapping continuously, she said to the man she was most afraid of in her life:
"Are you a bug?"

The long-dead memories began to attack Ying Chengyu crazily. He slowly lowered his palms, remembering his father's follow-up words after teasing him.

"I am so foresighted, hahaha!"

The king who didn't know anything about anything, who went to the prime minister when he had something to do, didn't care about national affairs and family affairs, and had no sense of presence in the Qin State.Always laughing and seemingly not caring about anything.

Including his name, Cheng Xi.

The cricket is a poisonous insect.

To become a cricket is to become a poisonous insect.

How could any father give his son such a name?

Poisonous insects, of course, don't like insect repellent incense.

"Do you know why your name is Cheng Xiuhu?"

In the empty Qin ancestral hall, in front of the ancestors of Qin and her deceased husband, Zhao Ji asked slowly and softly, like a kind mother.

"know."

Ying Chengyu grinned and shrugged under Zhao Ji's slightly surprised gaze.

"I'm an avid reader who likes to read."

Zhao Jiyu put her hand on her forehead.

"Mom, I almost forgot. You have already read all the books in the Qin Dynasty. Naturally, you know that '蜜' is a poisonous insect. Well, you can't blame me. You have been pretending to be a fool for ten years, acting arbitrarily and unruly. You spend all your time on the balcony. It’s been longer than in Chang’an Jun’s Mansion, who still remembers what you looked like back then.”

Ying Chengyu pretended to be helpless and spread his hands.

"Is it strange that I turned into a dragon?"

"Then do you know why Ying Yiren gave you this name?"

Although the name of King Qin Zhuangxiang recorded on the tablet is Ying Zichu, Zhao Ji always calls him Ying Yiren unless she has some agenda.

She only recognized Ying Yiren, the protégé, but not Ying Zichu, the king of Qin.

"I don't know about this. Does grandma know?"

Zhao Ji nodded, her eyes divergent, the corners of her mouth raised, and a bright smile spread across the face of the Queen Mother, like a girl in love with her spring.

"When Ying Yiren married me, there was nothing."

Zhao Ji paused for a moment, then looked back at the memorial tablet of King Qin Zhuangxiang, and her smile grew stronger.

"I can't say that, at least he is very beautiful and has a strong body. When he usually talks to me, I can't hear even two of the words he says. When he presses his legs on me, I feel so tired. No. But when his whole body was pressed against mine, I listened to everything he said and I didn’t feel tired at all.”

Ying Chengyu rubbed his face.

"What does this have to do with my name?"

Zhao Ji smiled slightly and said displeasedly:
"Young man, be patient. Where has all the patience you spent pretending to be cool for ten years gone?"

I actually have a lot of patience, but if you tell a son dirty jokes about his father in the Qin Guo Ancestral Hall, even a pervert like me feels perverted!

"What do you mean by pretending? I was acting in my true colors...My father didn't have anything. At that time, Lu Buwei was my father's client, so he couldn't satisfy my mother financially."

Zhao Ji sneered and was too lazy to respond.

Merchants are not as good as the people, and their status is low.

If she, Zhao Ji, hadn't led her back then, Lu Buwei wouldn't even have been able to enter her parents' house.

"In the second year of our marriage, a child was born, and a foreigner named him 'Zheng'. He told me that he would return to Qin to rule as king. And our child, Ying Zheng, would succeed him. the throne and become the king of Qin."

Zhao Ji tilted her head, her face as white and tender as egg white showed no trace of age at all, and she smiled brightly.

"I said at that time that I would call this kid Zhao Zheng, and I would introduce him to my Zhao Kingdom. That guy just didn't respond. He couldn't defeat me, so he pushed me down on the bed."

"Mom, mom, just skip this part."

Ying Chengyu had a headache and rubbed his temples.

"Tell me the next paragraph, tell me the next paragraph."

Zhao Ji, who was interrupted for the second time, had a cold expression on her face. Her face was as ice crystal as any other girl.

"Can't jump over."

Ying Chengyu took a deep breath and shouted towards the memorial tablet of King Qin Zhuang Xiang:
"Can you please take care of me, Mr. Xi?"

"Oh, except in bed, Ying Zichu couldn't control me when he was alive, let alone a dead person now?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Mother, please be careful what you say. Be careful of father scolding you in your dreams at night."

"night……"

Zhao Ji looked complicated.

"Then it depends on whether you give me a chance."

Ying Chengyu raised his eyebrows lightly.

"What do you mean by this?"

Zhao Ji didn't answer the question and continued her previous conversation in bed.

"He has lived up to his name, Stranger. He is a strange person in bed. They say that there are no plowed fields, only exhausted cows, but he has never been tired. My battle with him has always been It's all me who lost my armor and became as weak as mud..."

Ying Chengyu listened expressionlessly, complaining in his heart.

Let’s just say, is this right and wrong necessary to be discussed?

"...After the cloud and rain passed, I leaned in his arms, circled his chest hair and asked him with a smile:
"'Can our Zheng'er really inherit your throne? Will you not pass it on to other sons?'

"Honestly, I didn't take it seriously at all. He, a man who was questioning Zhao, still wants to be the King of Qin? How is that possible?

"Just a few years after the Battle of Changping, the people of Zhao hated the people of Qin to the core. As long as he had a little power, he would not be sent to Zhao as a hostage."

Zhao Ji pointed to the Qin Zhaoxiang King Yingji Ling tablet placed on the table.

“Ying Ji may have long forgotten that he also has a grandson named Ying Yiren.

"But he was extremely serious and assured me that even if he has a son in the future, only Zheng'er can succeed him as king.

"I saw that he was so serious and cute, so I pretended to be in disbelief and teased him:
"'How do you guarantee that?'

"He said:
"'In the future, when I, Ying Yiren, have children, they will be named as crickets, clams, moles, and ants. Crickets, clams, moles, and ants are all worms. Except for Zheng'er, all my sons will be worms. You can't compete with Zheng'er for the throne.'"

Ying Chengyu opened his mouth slightly and nodded understandingly.

Zhao Ji looked at Ying Chengyu's face and was a little disappointed that she didn't see any resentment on it.

"You don't seem to be resentful towards your father. Do you think this is something made up by your mother?"

"It's true that my father named me 'Chenglong', and it's true that he loves me in every possible way. A name is just a fictitious code name. The beauty of getting along with my father is real. What can I complain about?"

"No wonder you often name people and give them surnames. It turns out you don't care about these things at all... But that's not the case with your father."

Zhao Ji's eyes were unfocused, and her soul seemed to have returned to the past.

"He really became the King of Qin, and he really named you Cheng Xi. I was very happy in Zhao State. Day after day, year after year, I waited for him to pick up our mother and son. I left the family and lived in a thatched house outside. , Eating corn does not feel bitter.

"I waited year after year, but what I waited for was a son like a dragon, Qin Youqilin... For you, Ying Yiren gave up our mother and son.

"You may not know that he is a man of faith, and his promises have never been fulfilled. Lu Buwei compiled "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals" and said that anyone who could add, delete, correct or subtract a word would be rewarded with a thousand gold coins. "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals" was created A reputation worth a thousand dollars.

"But these four words did not originally refer to "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals", but to Ying Yiren, who kept his word and every word was worth a fortune.

"Everyone in the world thinks that Lu Buwei is a noble man of Ying Yiren, who saved Ying Yiren from Zhao and returned to Qin, and ascended to the throne. Many people think that if Ying Yiren were replaced by them, they could become the king of Qin.

"Ha, speaking of Zangzhuo, you and your son are really average." Zhao Ji gave Ying Chengyu a cold look.

Ying Chengyu was very calm and said seriously:
"Father loves me."

"..."

Zhao Ji paused for a moment before continuing:
"Before I came to Qin, when I was resentful of Ying Yiren, most of my thoughts were about you. How talented and beautiful is this Young Master Cheng Yu to steal my man?"

The corner of Ying Chengyu's mouth twitched, hoping that Aunt Zhao would be more careful with her words in the next words and try to use as few words as possible that might cause misunderstanding.

"Just when I was disheartened and was about to take Zheng'er back to my family, Lu Buwei came as an envoy of the State of Qin to take me and Zheng'er to the State of Qin.

"I'm not happy. If it weren't for Zheng'er, I would never come. My Ying Yiren is dead, and the person sitting on the throne of King Qin is named Ying Zichu..."

Ying Chengxuan frowned. He heard a lot of noise outside the ancestral hall.

It was the sound of military boots hitting the ground, the sound of Qin's sword being unsheathed, and the sound of an archer drawing his long bow.

He looked at Zhao Ji who still had no intention of shutting up and said softly:
"I didn't come alone."

Zhao Ji didn't stop talking, as if she didn't hear what Ying Chengyu said at all.

Ying Chengyu shut his mouth.

"...After I came to Qin, I realized that it was you who asked the King of Qin to take my mother and son into Qin. I was shocked. After the shock, my first reaction was that you wanted to get rid of our mother and son and eliminate your future troubles as the King of Qin. .”

"That's my mother's idea, not mine."

"Yes, if I were you, this is the only reason I would take back Juzhao's mother and son. And after I got to know you better and better, especially knowing that you once wanted to use Liuli to disrupt the Six Kingdoms, I became more and more concerned about my thoughts. Convinced.”

Ying Cheng was speechless.

At that time, he did not have much sense of integration into the world. His three views only affected the people, things and things in front of him.

In his mind, the six distant Eastern countries were obstacles to the unification of China.

In order for Qin to unify as soon as possible, any means can be used.

The possible death toll of the people of the six countries did not make any waves in the heart of Prince Qin. Who would feel that there were too many casualties among foreigners?
Zhao Ji didn't think well of him for being so insidious, and even he thought it was normal.

"You are so smart. You are as smart as Zhuge Liang in the novel "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" you wrote. He is so wise and almost demonic. Did you write this character based on yourself?"

"...Mom, you praise me too much."

Marquis Wu, this is not just me. If I want to blame you, I blame you for being born 400 years too late.

"Alas, you are still hiding your clumsiness. I have never understood it. Your status in the Qin State has long been transcendent. Who are you hiding your clumsiness for? Is it like your father, to make the kings of the six countries look down upon you?"

"Because I think the emperor is more suitable to be the King of Qin than me."

"Before Zheng'er entered Qin, you had never seen Zheng'er's face."

But I studied history.

Ying Cheng said in his heart.

The sounds outside the door became more and more chaotic. There began to be shouts of killing, the sounds of sharp weapons being inserted into flesh, and the sounds of flesh hitting the ground.

And as time passed, the sound became louder and louder with every breath.

The person who made these sounds was quickly approaching the Qin Guo Ancestral Hall.

"Why don't you say anything? Do you have nothing to say to my mother?"

Ying Chengyu put his hand on the palace door.

"My mother asked me to come to the ancestral hall just to kill me?"

Gently opening the door of the hall, only a gap opened, and the shouts of death, roars, and the sounds of fighting rushed into the Qin Guo Ancestral Hall.

A palace door was completely opened, and with the light, many figures with blood stains on their bodies came in.

Swords flashed, blood splattered.

In front of the sacred ancestral hall, blood gathered into streams, flowing downward under the corpses that looked like rocks.

After the battle was over, Ying Chengyu glanced out the door and was stunned.

The leading person walking towards him was not his disciple Jing Ke, but...

"Meng Yi?"

Wearing a military armor, the young internal history man who doesn't like scholars and loves generals has a three-foot Qin sword soaked in blood in his hands, and he holds the sword in his fists.

"Your Majesty, Meng Yi, pays homage to Lord Chang'an!"

Ying Chengxi narrowed his eyes.

He originally thought that his disciples who secretly followed him solved Zhao Ji's ambush.

But looking at the situation, Meng Yi had already solved the ambush before his disciples took action.

"I heard from the Queen Mother that Gan Luo wanted to rebel and ambushed soldiers in Yongdi to assassinate Lord Chang'an. I am here to rescue him!"

"Gan Luo..."

Ying Chengyu muttered something softly, raising his voice slightly.

"What about others?"

"Drag Gan Luo's body over here."

In response to Meng Yi's order, two city defense troops pulled out one of the corpses lying on the ground and pulled it to Ying Chengyu, face up.

Although the face was covered with blood stains, fortunately it was not disfigured. It was clear that he was Gan Luo.

Gan Luo's eyes widened, as if his eye sockets were about to burst, and his expression when he died was fixed in deep hatred.

Ying Chengyu leaned down and saw hatred a hundred times deeper than his expression in Gan Luo's eyes that could not be closed.

Ying Chengyu reached out his hand to caress Gan Luo's eyes.

As soon as he left his hand, Gan Luo's eyelids suddenly raised.

Do not look down.

"Who did you hear that the Queen Mother and Gan Luo wanted to kill me?"

Ying Chengyu didn't try again, looked at Gan Luo's face and said calmly.

Meng Yi was silent.

Ying Chengyu turned around and looked at Zhao Ji.

"It turns out that my mother just said she wanted to see if I would give him a chance. It was at this time... my mother wanted to die, so that was it. Why did she have to drag Gan Luo along?"

Zhao Ji stood up, taking long steps, her white clothes fluttering lightly in the cold wind, her grace and elegance revealed a refreshing beauty.

It is known that Tianming's advanced age actually looks like he is no more than 30 years old, thanks to the maintenance of the entire world's resources and daily deliberate exercise.

If her mature face and slender figure weren't completely different from her childishness, just looking at her smooth skin, she would look like a [-]-year-old girl.

Walking to Ying Chengyu who was squatting next to Gan Luo's body, Zhao Ji was condescending and giving orders.

"He has arms and legs, and I didn't tie him up. Who's to blame?"

"If my mother hadn't taken the lead, my timid brother would never have dared to assassinate me at this time."

"Yes, I deceived Gan Luo with letters and seals. Do you want to avenge him?"

"...why is this so?"