My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 501: Do you know what Zhang Chu is doing in Han Dynasty?
There was another heavy snowfall in Yongcheng.

Snow particles as scattered as sand fell rustlingly, accumulating into large masses, and soon Yongcheng was wrapped in white gauze.

The bare branches are covered with white frost. Those that can withstand the beauty are beautiful. Those that cannot withstand it are picked up. After drying, they become a good fire starter.

Although briquettes cost five cents and one stone, they could be borrowed from the government. For merchants and officials, it was not much different from giving it away for free, but for the common people, five cents was not much, but it was still a lot.

If you can pick up some dead branches and leaves, you can use less briquettes.

The money saved can buy more millet, and the family will be able to have more food, or it can survive the harsh winter when there is no livelihood.

They tried their best to stay alive.

Fortunately, the newly appointed His Majesty has recruited troops. Not only is the biggest foodie missing in the family, but he can also send wages home.

This time and again, each family has the equivalent of two more adult men's rations. The severe winter that has been plagued by killings in the past has killed [-]% fewer people this time.

Through the newly replaced colorless transparent glass, Ying Zheng held a pot of hot wine in his hand, admiring the beautiful scenery of the heavy snow on the branches outside the window, taking a sip from time to time.

Behind him is a low-legged table embroidered with dragon patterns. There are four futons beside the table, two empty and two occupied.

After practicing the charm skills, she is still sassy but not enchanting. Her years have passed but her face is not old. Zhao Ji does not apply any makeup, but she is still beautiful.

The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes took away her youthful vitality and made up for the charm accumulated over time.

There was a wine jar in front of her, and she drank from it. Like a long whale, she sucked in the liquor that could make a warrior drunk, and smiled wantonly and naturally.

Wiping a drink from the corner of her mouth, she looked up and down at the second emperor sitting on another futon, the son she had once wanted to kill.

"Is "Yellow Emperor" complete?"

Ying Chengyu's body suddenly shook, he turned pale with shock, and cried out in surprise.

"How did my mother figure it out?"

Zhao Ji folded her arms and looked at Ying Chengyu quietly, as if she were watching Ling You who made exaggerated movements at a banquet to attract the attention of noble people, climbed onto the bed and climbed to the sky in one step.

You continue to act, I will watch slowly.

Ying Chengyu smiled, opened his legs that were a little numb from sitting upright, hugged his fists and praised:
"My mother has a sharp eye, and my son admires her very much.

"My mother would have known that only by becoming emperor can "Yellow Emperor" be fulfilled?"

Zhao Ji, who was already drunk, glanced sideways at Ying Chengyu.

"If I had known earlier, I would have asked Zheng'er to practice. Is it your turn?"

With a sigh, he glanced at his biological son who was standing in front of the window.

"Just guessing."

To the emperor, martial arts is like a flower on the brocade, the least important one.

If it is determined that the emperor can fulfill the "Yellow Emperor", Zhao Ji is willing to let Ying Zhenglian use his unique martial arts to defend himself.

But if I'm just guessing, it's not cost-effective to exchange a childless child for a martial arts person who doesn't know whether to keep him or not.

After drinking half a jar of wine, Zhao Ji, whose face was already flushed, was very drunk, and her mouth smelled of alcohol.

"When will the government return to Fusu?"

Ying Chengqiu did not hesitate.

"After putting down the rebellion."

Ying Zheng, who had always turned his back to the two of them, turned around, his brows furrowed into a deep "chuan".

"If you have the intention of returning the government, you might as well return the government immediately."

He came over and slammed the warm wine bottle on Chilong's big eyes, and his words smelled of alcohol.

“What does returning power mean?

"The throne is yours. If I give up the throne to you, this is called returning the throne."

Although the angry face was directed at his younger brother, the words were actually meant for his mother.

Zhao Ji couldn't tell and snorted coldly.

"Can the majesty of the First Emperor be expressed only in my mother now?"

Ying Chengyu looked left and right with interest, his eyes darting between his brother and his mother. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a drink. He breathed a sigh of satisfaction and patted his palms.

"Fight! Fight!"

Ying Zheng, Zhao Ji, mother and son turned their angry eyes to him at the same time. Mother and son responded in unison, scolding each other, and the word "Shu Zi" was repeated over and over again.

The Qin Dynasty's curses need to be improved, and they cannot break the defense at all.

While Ying Chengyu was scolded, he was thinking about when to publish another book, improve the language output of the Qin Empire, and write a Three-Character Classic. This time, he could write his own signature.

If you don't do something stupid, how can you still be called a fool?
"Your skin is really thicker than the corners of the Great Wall!"

Seeing that Ying Cheng was not in pain or itching, Ying Zheng cursed bitterly, declaring that the scene of singing birds and fragrant flowers was over.

Zhao Ji excused herself to see if the chef's food was ready, so she left this room to the two brothers.

"The anger has finally subsided. Can you come see me?"

"What the hell! What are you doing called personnel affairs?"

"Didn't you always ask me to help you solve the "Yellow Emperor" problem, and now it's not solved?"

"Fart, did you mean to solve "Yellow Emperor" for me? You just tricked me!"

"The Qin State talks about its deeds but does not care about its heart, so just say that the solution has not been solved!"

Ying Chengxuan held down Ying Zheng's hand holding the wine bottle, tilted his head and looked at his brother with a look of disdain on his face.

"I thought you just changed your hobbies, from never drinking to loving drinking. I didn't expect your character to change even more. When did you become so shameless?"

Ying Zheng knocked off his brother's hand and held the spout to his mouth.

He drank less than half the bottle as his mother did, and then he burped, shook his head, and sang loudly.

"Don't you see? The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky! It flows to the sea and never returns.

"Don't you see me! There is a mirror on the bedside, my sad white hair! The morning is like blue clouds, and the evening is like snow!"

His singing is bold and uninhibited, with pauses and ups and downs according to the mood in his heart.

Picking up the gold wine flask, he returned to the window lattice with a somewhat unsteady figure, and stretched out his hand to push it open.

The snow particles and the cold wind poured back together, hitting his face, and penetrated from his open collar into his broad chest!

Ying Zheng, who was trembling because of the cold, suddenly woke up with his eyes sparkling, raised the wine bottle to the cold night outside the window, facing the white jade plate blurred in the wind and snow.

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the golden scorpion stand against the moon in the sky.

“I was born with talent, and I will come back even after all my wealth has been spent!
"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and one must drink three hundred cups.

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, sings a song with you, asking you to love me.

"Bells, drums, jade and silk are not valuable enough. I hope I won't wake up after being drunk for a long time.

"In ancient times, all the sages died, but only the drinkers left their names.

"In the old days, King Chen had a feast of feasts and feasts, and had a lot of wine fighting and banter.

"What does the master say about having little money? It's up to you to decide what to sell.

"Five-flowered horse! Thousand-gold fur! I will give you fine wine in exchange for it! I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"

The First Emperor's song flowed into the courtyard along the night, filling a 300-meter radius in this large mansion.Afang, who was serving a spoon in the kitchen himself, smiled slightly and hummed a folk song from the Zhao Kingdom. The gentle tone and the arrogance of Ying Zheng's singing made it sound like a piece of music.

When her husband is happy, she is happy.

Whether it is Zhao Zheng, the First Emperor, or Ying Zheng.

Zhao Ji leaned on the kitchen door and listened to the couple's duet, and sighed quietly when the last sound of the word "sorrow" fell.

"The melody of our Zhao Kingdom's golden war and iron horse actually made you sing your heart out for hundreds of times..."

Afang took a spoon and took a sip of the hoof soup that Ying Chengyu named, and then said smoothly:
"Auntie doesn't like it?"

"You are not my gentleman, does it matter whether I like you or not? Just like it for Zheng'er."

"Mom, I can't have this idea anymore."

Afang smiled and took Zhao Ji's hand, like a little maid.

"My husband and I have not served my mother all these years. We will make up for the debt we owe these years in the future."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen kept whispering, and the two brothers in the room kept quarreling.

Ying Chengyu relied on his martial arts skills to forcefully close the window, interrupting Ying Zheng's emotional outburst due to drunkenness.

"You are such a spoiler!"

"I'm afraid that Li Bai will follow this song "Cherishing the Empty Bottle" and hit you!"

Ying Zheng sneered and didn't bother to answer.

Sometimes he admires his younger brother for being able to compose so many poems with novel styles and profound artistic conceptions that have been handed down from generation to generation.

I can still come up with a bunch of pen names, and I can still remember which poems have which pen names. It's not easy to do this in acting.

"A fire in the ancestral temple can burn away the power of the queen, and also the power of the family.

"The prime minister and the state captain are all yours, and there is no chance of constraining you.

"Which of the ancestors of the Qin Kingdom could have been in the same situation as you when they succeeded to the throne? You are so tired of being an emperor. You are really an embarrassment to the Ying clan!"

Ying Chengqiao sneered and refused to give in.

"Hello! I have read through the past 3000 years of history, and even in ancient myths, I have never found an emperor who faked his death. The most I can do is embarrass the Qin State, and you can embarrass all the kings."

Ying Zheng smiled proudly.

"No matter what happens, can I force you out?"

Ying Chengqiao gritted his teeth.

“This is so extraordinary!
"Until now, no one has doubted that you are alive!
"Li Si didn't ask, Lu Buwei didn't ask, and even Xunzi didn't ask. My brother is so wise!"

After burping from wine, Ying Zheng sat down with his arms on the table.

"I have told you a long time ago that we must carry forward the great trend and carry out Yangtang's plan to govern the world. If you want to abolish ministers and concubines, then tell them that they must be abolished. Why do you want to turn a deer's finger into a horse?

"I burned books, abolished the Six Kingdoms script and promoted simplified characters, and asked various places to change their tracks to be based on Qin. Which of them agreed with this, but didn't they still do it?

"Stop using your human heart and human nature. Conspiracies and tricks can be successful for a while, but not for a lifetime. You can hide it from most people, but you can't hide it from everyone.

"Li Si, it's not that Lu Buwei and the others have doubted that I'm not dead, it's just that smart people like them won't ask this question. To govern a Chang'an palace, you can use some tricks to get two peaches, and the three disciples can divide them among themselves. Rule the country. no.

"Three diners stand in front of you, and you share the two peaches. To the person who didn't get it, you have to tell him why he didn't get it this time, and he will work hard according to your standards.

"Look at you now, holding two small court meetings to show the officials that you are checking and balancing each other. You also accidentally drowned a few people, showing that you are cruel and tough. Isn't this the Korean style of magic?

"You are the king and they are the ministers. They will do whatever you want them to do. As long as they are obedient and sensible, you don't care what they think or say behind their backs? You are an emperor, what are you doing with a group of ministers?"

The First Emperor was spitting like water, obviously he was dissatisfied for a long time.

He was happy for his younger brother to take over, and he was happy for his younger brother to do things. He was so happy that he sang loudly.

Although he still doesn't know what the winter conscription is for, after nearly a month of pondering, he chooses to believe in his brother.

During the Northern Expedition in the Desert, no one was optimistic about his younger brother's tactics. He was already prepared to lose his troops and lose his generals. As a result, the Huns changed their kings.

The concrete construction of Chi Road further ahead, and the parallel system of prefectures and states further ahead, his younger brother's "Princes, generals and ministers would rather have the kind" frightened him, but he never let him down in his work.

He felt that his brother was good at everything, but being a king was very bad!Can’t we change our sinister and treacherous style?
"You know nothing, this is called conspiracy, you have no idea how to be an emperor!"

"I coined the word emperor. You say I don't know how to be an emperor?"

"You just replaced the word 'Emperor' with 'Emperor'. What is there to be proud of?"

Ying Zheng was so angry that he searched the whole house for King Qin's sword.

"Stop looking for me. I threw it in the palace. Do you still think you are the King of Qin?"

Ying Chengyu kept sarcastic and sarcastic, dismissive on his lips, but like a bright mirror in his heart.

When it comes to being an emperor, Emperor Qin is the first.

From the Qin Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, among the emperors of the past dynasties, the First Emperor was the only emperor who disdained the use of power.

No emperor could replicate the way the First Emperor was emperor.

The First Emperor had no idea that the way he thought was extremely simple to be an emperor would be something no one could do in the next 2000 years.

"Go away! You came here just to make me angry!"

The First Emperor, who couldn't find the King of Qin's Sword, waved his hand to drive them away.

"That's right, otherwise why? I'm asking you for advice? Stop making trouble! That bit of ink in your belly was all taught by me."

"You haven't said enough about the things that happened when you were a child for more than ten years? Do you plan to talk about these old things for the rest of your life?"

"We do have this plan. The recruitment is not new, just useful."

"Straight!"

It was noisy for a while.

Ying Zheng, who had sweated a little and was mostly drunk, sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Do you know what Zhang Chu is doing in Han Dynasty?"

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Chen Sheng has never felt that life has been so easy.

He lived in a palace, slept with beautiful women on his pillow, and asked several beauties to warm the bed with their bodies.

The wind outside the window was strong and cold, but the charcoal burning inside the house brought Chen Sheng warmth.

He sleeps with beauties, eats delicious food, and drinks fine wine every day, and often regrets that he rebelled too late.

Qin is not as powerful as imagined.

If he had known this, why would he have to work with those untouchables with a hoe?A period of unbearable time has passed.

If possible, he really wanted to erase it. The glorious and majestic King Zhang Chu should have been tall all his life.

A few days ago, a farmer who farmed with him came to his door. He gave him good food, drinks and hospitality.

As a result, the farmer spoke ill of him everywhere in his palace, saying that he didn't know how to farm, that he cried bitterly when he ate his first meal, and that he had peeped at a woman breastfeeding and swallowing her saliva.

Chen Sheng was very angry. Although he knew this was a fact, could it be true?
The angry Chen Sheng killed the old friend for any reason.

A pariah is a pariah!

(End of this chapter)