My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

On the New Year's Day of the third year of emperor's reign, there was no emperor in Yongcheng to offer sacrifices to heaven, and only the queen of the state of supervision went to the high platform.

The people of Yongcheng were a little confused as to why His Majesty was not back yet on the first day of October and was still patrolling outside.

But soon, the sound of bells, drums, and trumpets that rang in various streets made them temporarily forget about this matter.Later, when the meat of the three animals was distributed as a sacrifice to heaven, they completely forgot that the First Emperor had not arrived.

"Father, didn't Mr. Chang'an come last year?"

The child named Qiong was very fond of the uncle who jumped up and down on the high platform and called him Chang'an Jun during last year's wax festival. He thought it was much more interesting than the elders calling him "Your Majesty".

What is your Majesty reading? I can't understand it at all. Although Chang'an Jun is reading it very boringly, it is very interesting to jump up and down.

"That madman has been taken away by God."

The man who had worked in front of the loess for another year and aged one year was stunned for a moment before he spoke.

If his son hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten who Chang'an Jun was.

Eating, drinking, wearing, and using things occupied all his thoughts. How could he use his brain to remember Chang'an Jun?

The New Year without the First Emperor is still a joyful one, and the doors on the street are still full of Yulei and Shentu. The two door gods never dislike the poor and love the rich, and they protect them all the same, or not.

October 24th is the day of frost, the last solar term of autumn.

The weather is getting colder and frost is starting to appear.

The ministers who learned about the death of the First Emperor were in full swing at home, and there was no sign of chill at all.

They are preparing for the future, placing bets, and seizing the opportunity between Chang'an Lord and the Crown Prince.

But not long after, the chill from the northwest came roaring along with the strong northwest wind, making their window lattice and hearts covered with frost.

Xianyang is not cold in winter, but Changan uses a butcher's knife to kill chickens.Suppressing Mengtian and humiliating the prince, all the ministers spent the New Year in trembling hands.

November [-]th is the beginning of winter, and winter begins from then on.

Qiong's memory was very interesting, Chang'an Jun was as fun as the actors who performed.

The common people have long forgotten the madman Chang'an Lord, and they can only think of the madman Chang'an Lord when he mentions his disrespect for heaven and earth.

Some Qin officials were trembling with fear and were known to be frightened, while some Qin officials were looking forward to the return of Lord Chang'an.

Arrive at Xianyang, enter Xianyang Palace, enter Xianyang Palace.

Ascended to the throne as emperor, the Great Qin Empire, Qin II.

On the throne, Ying Chengxiao, who had not yet held his enthronement ceremony and lacked a grand ceremony, sat on it.

He wore a black crown robe embroidered with a lifelike black bird. This dress, which symbolized royal power, fit unexpectedly and was cut by Queen Afang according to his size last year.

Putting his hand on his chest and touching Xuanniao's head, Ying Chengyu felt a little lost.

When he was six years old, his grandfather Ying Ji ignored the laws and regulations of the Qin State and customized a set of small crown clothes for him. It was the same as the one he was wearing except for the size.

With a 30-year-old soul, he is happier than a six-year-old child on the outside. No matter how old-fashioned a man is, he cannot refuse the temptation of supreme power.

Ying Ji smiled and said to him:
"My cricket is so beautiful."

Ying Chengyu walked towards the outside of the palace with extremely arrogant steps.

The soul and body are one, indivisible, and influence each other.

Humans are definitely not creatures in which the soul is overwhelmingly dominant.

The most intuitive example of the body affecting the soul is that one becomes a demon before being guided, and becomes a Buddha after being guided.

A mature soul will make him feel that many things are childish and ridiculous, while a childish body will make him do childish and ridiculous things from time to time.

Ying Ji stopped him, with a rare expression of hesitation on his face, and finally said with a smile:
"Don't run too far."

Ying Chengyu waved his hands like a veteran cadre.

Wearing this small crown dress, she ran around the palace for two palaces, showing off the black bird on her chest to every palace maid and eunuch who came towards her.

then……

Ying Chengyu made his palms into fists, and the head of the black bird that raised its neck and screamed was clenched into a ball, and it could no longer scream.

He closed his eyes in pain and gritted his teeth.Then, all the eunuchs and maids who had seen him dressed died.

During his three years in Xianyang Palace, he had seen more dead people than he had seen in his previous 30 years.

Sit on the throne, hold the power of the king, be the king, and take life and death.

Thirty years of moral standards and three concepts have been shattered into pieces after three years of destruction.

My heart hurts a little.

He leaned back on the uncomfortable throne and closed his eyes.

He needs to take a moment.

Yesterday, he had just finished the assassination in Yongcheng. When he entered Xianyang City, he was looked for by the emperor's wife.

Afang and Mi Chu asked about the whereabouts of the First Emperor the first time they saw him.

This is a normal reaction.

If someone like Zhao Ji just talks about something and nothing, there will be problems at first glance.

Facing his respected wife-in-law and his doting younger sister, he certainly would not provide cover for his idiot brother and simply expose the fact that the First Emperor was not dead.

The two girls didn't have much hope that the First Emperor was still alive. There was no precedent for the king to fake his death since ancient times. What were they trying to do?

After receiving Ying Chengyu's conclusive answer, Afang, who was hesitant, handed over power overnight, leaving no trace of authority behind and giving it all to Ying Chengyu.

Ying Chengyu spent half a three-hour period just reading the recent memorials. He only glanced at them briefly without reading them in detail.

I haven’t even finished reading this yet. Zhangtai Palace still has memorials for most of the palace.

In addition, the imperial examination robes and heavenly crowns, the handover of the national jade seal, and the visits with the top leaders of various departments in the palace were added.

The eunuch's room, the kitchen, the Langguan, the imperial doctor's office... it took more than an hour to deal with this.

That night, Ying Chengyu was like a tireless machine doing this and that, there was always something he couldn't finish.

Winter days are short and nights are long.

It was still dark, so Ying Chengqiao breathed a sigh of relief when he finally heard Afang say the words "not in a hurry" and was about to take a rest.

"Uncle, it's time to go to court."

"Which morning?"

"In the morning, Afang has informed all the officials to come to Xianyang Palace to meet the new king."

"No, are you in such a hurry? Why are you so anxious, sister-in-law of the emperor? The emperor is not anxious about eunuchs...is the emperor's wife in charge of the country anxious?"

"I handed over the Kingdom of Qin to you in front of all the ministers, and then I went to Yongcheng with Mi Chu."

The impatient light in Afang and Michu's eyes made even a blind man want to be blinded again.

Ying Chengyu opened his mouth, but it was so full of dog food that he couldn't close it.

Okay, okay, let's have fun like this. You two can sleep together and fly together, and leave me to work, okay?
What else can be said?Come on.

Sitting in the hall of Xianyang Hall, hundreds of officials from the Qin Dynasty, densely packed together, looked at each other.

Lord Chang'an, no, Your Majesty!Was he asleep?
Ying Chengyu closed his eyes in a daze, and suddenly a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears.

"My cricket is so beautiful."

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