My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 495: The late emperor has just entered the imperial mausoleum, so you can forget about his brother's lack of filial piety. Do you want to accept a concubine?
"Father! Father!"

The chubby Wang Li wore clothes made of bearskin and stumbled around like a little blind bear.

In fact, the temperature in Qi is not too low. It snows heavily in the northwest in December, but there is only a slight cool breeze here near the sea. To resist this kind of wind, wearing a bearskin coat is overkill.

There is a kind of coldness in this world, which is called the great father who thinks you are cold.

The wet nurse who followed him carefully watched over him, fearing that the young master would fall.

Although the Marquis said that his grandson, Wang Jian, was not that delicate, if he fell, he would fall, and he should not look after him too carefully, otherwise he would become a waste.

But as a slave, how can you really take such words seriously?

When she was still seven or eight steps away from the atrium, the nurse shuddered when she saw the murderous look of the butler in leather armor.

The wet nurse once worked as an errand in the old aristocratic house of Qi State, and had seen a lot of great things in the world. She was no longer the timid bride who trembled when someone looked at her harshly.

Wuchenghou Mansion is different.

It is just a metaphor to say that the looks of the stewards in other ministers’ homes are murderous.And the housekeeper of Wucheng Hou Mansion has really killed people, many people.

She gently held Wang Li's little hand.

"Young Master, there is new cane sugar in the house. Do you want to eat it?"

The gluttonous Wang Li opened his eyes wide and said with a milky voice:
"What is sucrose?"

The wet nurse knelt down.

"It's something sweeter than candy."

Wang Li's big eyes suddenly shone with light. The temptation of sucrose was much greater than that of his amiable father. He shouted that he wanted to eat, and was carried by the wet nurse before heading to the cook.

The butler's face was as cold as iron. He looked away from his murderous gaze and looked worriedly into the atrium.

He was born in the army, and he followed Wang Jian to conquer Yan and enter Chu when he was not the Marquis of Wucheng.Now Wang Jian has become the only surviving Chehou in the Qin Empire, and his title has reached the eighth level.

He could have retired at home and enjoyed a good life for the rest of his life.

You can also continue to join the army and have a great future of being able to go to the Xianyang Palace and become the Duke of Yanyan.

But although these things are good, they are not what he wants. He only wants to follow the general who can lead him to win the battle forever.

He got his wish.

A public servant who was expected to become a general worked as a small butler in his general's mansion.

There are many people like him in this county.

But only he knew that the general in the house did not want anyone to enter, including his favorite grandson.

The First Emperor passed away.

Currently, there are only three people in the Marquis of Wucheng's residence who know this news, and he, the housekeeper, is one of them.

"Qin was not loyal to heaven, and the second generation of Qin was rebellious. Now that the world is in chaos, does the Marquis of Wucheng no longer want to take charge of the ups and downs?

"With Tongwuhou's 20 troops in the northeast and the rich Qi land, Wuchenghou can become the king on his own.

"Yin Tong is willing to lead Kuaiji County under the command of the Marquis of Wucheng."

Inside the house, Yin Tong, the governor of Kuaiji County, bent down sincerely.

Wang Jian's eyes seemed to be closed, and he was lying on the rocking chair, as if he had fallen asleep.

But in Yin, the voice fell.

"Is this your intention or Wei Liao's?"

"Tong asked Weizi before leaving, if the Marquis of Wucheng wishes to be the king, Weizi would like to be the king's lieutenant."

"What if I don't want to?"

Wang Jian suddenly opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the rocking chair, his eyes as wide as bells.

"The late king has just died. As a Qin official, you don't want to do your best to quell the rebellion. Instead, you ask me to raise troops to rebel. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you for this?"

Yin Tong was a little embarrassed.

Didn’t you, Wang Jian, say that as soon as the First Emperor dies, you will launch an army to rebel?Why are you pretending to be a loyal minister now?
"Wucheng Hou thinks that Yin Tong's official position is considered high?"

Wang Jian looked impatient.

"Speak quickly if you have anything to say, and let it go if you have farts. I am not a bad scholar like you. I don't have the brains to talk nonsense with you. If you can't tell me that you are ugly, I will kill you!"

How vulgar!Becoming Chehou is also a fool!

Yin Tong smiled.

"The Marquis of Wucheng is straightforward and frank, but Tong is not thoughtful.

"There are 36 counties in the world. Although Tong is not talented, he is the governor of Kuaiji County. Except for Xianyang, there is no foreign affairs officer with greater Tong.

"When it comes to power, if Tong is in charge of life, death and people's livelihood in the head of a county, Jiuqing is not as good as Tong.

"In the Qin State, Tong has reached the top of the imperial court. If he was not desperate, why would he still seek for the Marquis of Wucheng to rebel?"

Wang Jian sneered.

"Because you people in Qi are all merchants and lowly people. If our Qin State had not been able to find officials, how would you have been able to steal high positions? The late king should have killed all of you, the remnants of the Six Kingdoms!"

This old man is not stupid!Not easy to cheat!
Yin Tong mentioned it with extreme caution and was about to continue speaking.

Wang Jian stood up from the rocking chair and shouted:
"Come on!"

The housekeeper who had been waiting outside and refused to let anyone in immediately led two Qin soldiers who had followed Wang Jian to the battlefield and entered.

Wang Jian pointed at Yin Tong.

"Push this animal out, kill it in the market, cut off the head and put it in a wooden box!"

"only!"

The three spoke in unison.

Yin Tong's face suddenly turned frighteningly pale, and he lost all color.

"Wang Jian! I am the governor of Kuaiji County! How dare you kill me?"

Before he could finish his words, the housekeeper punched him in the face with a ferocious smile. The aimed punch directly dislocated his jaw, causing blood and saliva to flow.

Yin Tong struggled hard.

But he, a native of Qi who was born and raised in the prosperous country of Qi and had never experienced the hardships of practicing martial arts, could not compare to the Qin soldiers who narrowly escaped death.

He was like a pheasant found by a hunter, but he couldn't escape the fate of being caught and taken away.

"The late king is gone, but Wang Jian is still alive. The late king didn't care about Wang Jian's open mouth, and Wang Jian wanted everyone in the world to keep silent in return!

"It's not too late to kill the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, Wei Liao..."

Wang Jian, who personally told the First Emperor that his death was inevitable, lay on his back in a rocking chair.

His arms rested on his eyes, and the rocking chair trembled, then trembled with his body...

Half an hour later, the butler entered carrying a blood-stained wooden box.

"General, Yin Tong's head is here."

Everyone in the house calls him the Marquis, but only he, who was once a soldier and now the housekeeper, is still called the general.

"Send it to Kuaiji County and give it to Wei Liao, the lord of Kuaiji County."

Wang Jian's words were full of murderous intent.

The butler has not heard this kind of words in the past year.

In the past, every time before a battle, Wang Jian's words in the military tent would contain such murderous intent.

"Ask him what he means! He wants to take advantage of the chaos to rebel!"

"only."

The butler responded excitedly.

He was so immersed in the excitement that the war was about to start and there was a battle to fight that he didn't notice that the general's words were hoarse and choked.

………………

The wooden box is placed on the table, open.The head of the governor of Kuaiji County was placed inside, with a ferocious face and blood dripping from the cut on his neck, which had seeped out of the box and stained the table.

The not so strong smell of blood lingered in the room for a long time.

Han Xin, dressed in fresh clothes, stepped into the threshold, twitched his nose and frowned.

"Where is the bloody smell coming from?"

He followed the smell to the table and was shocked when he saw Yin Tong, who had just come to visit his master in the morning.

"Teacher, did you kill Governor Yin?"

Except for teachers, no one in Kuaiji County has the ability to kill Yin Tong.

Wei Liao, who was eating apricots and seemed completely indifferent to the smell of blood, glanced at his disciple in annoyance.

"Why did I kill him?"

Han Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it was not done by the master, beheading Yintong was a major event that could lead to the Xianyang court. Having met the First Emperor, he was a little afraid of provoking the King of Qin.

Feeling certain in his heart, he became curious and said with a smile:
"Master didn't do it? Who is that? Who is so bold as to kill a county guard? This crime must be committed by the Yi tribe? Who is this bold and unlucky man?"

Wei Liao stuffed an apricot into his mouth and spit out two words.

"Wang Jian."

Han Xin opened his mouth wide with disbelief written all over his face, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

"Who?"

Wei Liao did not answer immediately. He muttered for a while, spit out an apricot kernel and dropped it on the plate, and then said calmly:
"You heard it right, he is the person you are thinking of, the only existing Chehou in the Qin State, Wang Jian, the Marquis of Wucheng."

Han Xin's mind was confused and he followed the master's words. In fact, he didn't even know what he was talking about.

"Why did Wang Jian kill the governor of Yin County?"

"Because Yin Tong asked him to rebel and become king."

"Oh, rebellion is king...rebellion is king!"

Han Xin shouted.

"Yin Tong is crazy! He dared to rebel and become king! He was deceived by those brainless remnants of the Six Kingdoms! He believed the rumor that His Majesty is dead!"

Rumors about the death of the First Emperor began to spread in Qidi a month ago, but Han Xin never paid attention to it.His eldest brother Zhao Gongming said all over the world that the First Emperor was not dead, and he believed in his eldest brother.

"His Majesty has indeed passed away. The second Qin II who succeeds to the throne is Chang'an Lord Ying Chengyu. In less than half a month, everyone in Qi will know."

Wei Liao looked calm, regardless of his disciple's frightened expression, and continued:
"Yin Tong came to me in the morning to rebel. I neither agreed nor refused. But Wang Jian beheaded him and sent him to me, asking me if I wanted to rebel. The thief must have said that I should I asked him to rebel."

With a sneer, the skin on Wei Liao's face wrinkled up, looking a little oozing.

"Heh, maybe he said that I wanted him to rebel together. He really deserves to die."

Han Xin shook his head and suppressed the shocking thoughts in his heart.

"Whatever the teacher thinks, I will listen to you."

Wei Liao said slowly:
"There are three things you need to do.

“[-]. Hold a banquet in honor of the soldier who delivered the message.

"Second, a letter saying that I have no objections, that I am sincere and fearful, that I am loyal to the Qin Dynasty, and that I want the soldier to be returned to Wang Jian.

"Third, bring your uncle back and tell me that I changed my mind."

Han Xin was confused.

Teacher, while you are telling Marquis Wucheng that you will not rebel, you are also trying to bring back your uncle who wants you to rebel. Are you rebelling or not?
Wei Liao, who has become a mature man, can see that his disciple has doubts, but has no intention of explaining.

"Still not doing it?"

"only!"

Wei Liao closed the lid of the wooden box, touched the rough texture of the wooden box, and muttered to himself.

"The First Emperor's death and the division of the earth are truly a prophecy... His Majesty is mean and ungrateful, so it is not surprising that he will suffer this calamity.

"If Yin Tong dies, all the land in Kuaiji will be mine."

On the contrary, Wei Liao had not made up his mind at this time. He planned to take another look, but Kuaiji County must be captured.

Holding the land of a county in hand, there are enough troops and forces to move forward and retreat at any time.

Now that he is no longer evil, I don't know why he is loyal to Qin to the death, and he can conquer the world's famous generals who are good at fighting, such as Wuchenghou and Wang Jian.

He didn't offend his stupid junior brother either - he wanted his proud disciple Han Xin to treat Huangshi with the same etiquette as a teacher, just for today.

Don't offend both sides, follow the trend and act according to changes. This is Wei Liao's way of life.

Whether in court or in opposition, against the First Emperor or the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, he never lost, and he always had the last laugh.

Ask someone to collect the wooden box containing Yin Tong's head and the apricot kernel he ate.

Wei Liao frowned as he thought about the things Qin II had done in Xianyang.

"He is acting in such a comatose manner. Judging from my contact with this son, something is wrong. This is not what this son should have done. There must be something fishy in it.

"Could it be that Qin II's temperament changed drastically? It's possible, but it's not likely. Let's see what else this Zhuzi can do."

………………

The old minister was so angry at Ying Chengyu's words that his eyes were filled with stars. His empty stomach aggravated his dizziness and he fell down.

"Hurry up and call the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment!"

Ying Chengyu shouted anxiously, his chest opened wide.

The ministers knew clearly that it was just a show, and they sneered in their hearts but still felt a little relieved.

If His Majesty is still willing to put on a show, then the matter can be discussed. If His Majesty is too lazy to put on a show, then the matter will be serious.

"Don't die in my Xianyang Palace, that would be too bad luck!"

The hands under the desk of the ministers were clenched tightly, and the legs under their buttocks were stretched.

The previous emotions solidified before they could dissipate.

The play was done, but it would be better not to do it. This was clearly teasing important officials like them as actors!
A minister stood up and burst into tears.

“Your Majesty’s words are so chilling!”

Ying Chengyu pulled up his shirt.

"The head of Guizhou has been chilled for a lifetime, and I have been chilled for nearly 30 years. Isn't it too much to ask you to chill for one morning?"

A fat minister stood up with difficulty.

"Why is the head of Guizhou so heartbroken? It's because your Majesty will not let the prince return to the capital. He will violate human ethics and lose filial piety. The world will be in chaos, but your majesty only knows pleasure and is heartbroken."

Ying Chengqiao smiled.

"Then why am I so heartbroken?"

The fat minister spoke righteously and impassionedly, and his face was filled with the light of righteousness.

"Your Majesty is heartbroken because this house full of loyal people failed to fulfill His Majesty's wish! It's Bi Gan who makes loyal suggestions that go against your ears, and Fei Zhong who doesn't follow His Majesty's will but makes Your Majesty make mistakes!"

clap clap ~
"color!"

Ying Chengyu applauded three times.

"What you said seems to make sense, but how come I heard that the people praised me and even erected my memorial tablet? I gave Qian Shou briquettes and let them live. They treated me like a king and father. But no Like you, you eat the food of Qin and curse me, the King of Qin."

There was a commotion among the officials, and several people scrambled to stand up.

Ying Chengyu waved his hand.

"Don't be busy now, I want to announce a few things, let's talk about them together.

"I have no children, so I am planning to take in a concubine. Whoever is in charge of this should make preparations. I am planning to take in more concubines at once."

The ministers were stunned.

The late emperor has just entered the imperial mausoleum. If you don't observe filial piety because of your younger brother, you will accept a concubine?
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(End of this chapter)