Emperor Qin

Yan Jiang has been in ancient times for so long, and it has been a long time since he saw such a tidy, refreshing and temperamental man.

You must know that from Rome to China, people at this time regarded growing beards as beautiful. The more domineering the beard, the more masculine, and even listed it as a sign of adulthood, saying it was "no hair on the mouth, no hard work". ", but to put it bluntly, the tools are not good enough to make a sharp razor. Shaving is a very risky thing. If you are not careful, it will even disfigure your face. He understands it very well.

But understanding is understanding. As a visitor to the civilized world, the ancient beard is really very different from the modern one.

Not to mention, washing face and hair is relatively rare these days, and it is easy to sprinkle the soup and water for eating when the beard grows, so their beards are always greasy and smelly, which is good, more is There are lice and fleas crawling on the beard. When you chat with each other, they will look back and forth at you. If there are more hard-core ones, they will directly lick the lice on the long beard and eat them.

Yan Jiang often taught Huahua and His Majesty to keep clean, and went to pinch his fleas every now and then, and both of them enjoyed it very much.

He also takes care of himself on time, and his personal hygiene is never ambiguous, so when he suddenly saw such a clean man in ancient times, his favorability immediately soared to friendliness—you know, even Li Xin's favorability with him after knowing him for so long Just barely on the edge of "friendliness".

However, this good feeling only lasted for a few breaths, and they stopped saying that their surname was Zhao.

Yan Jiang's smile was as perfect as ceramics, but his eyes narrowed slightly: surnamed Zhao, he is the close relative of King Qin, with a white face and no beard, damn it, is this Zhao Gao?

His hands didn't stop, he glanced at the barbecue at the same time, Meng Tian and Li Xin outside the courtyard, those two people were muttering something, they didn't look at them, but the night was too dark, the shadows were too thick, it was difficult to see clearly.

Yan Jiang just forcibly suppressed the disgust in his heart, barely coping with this possible eternal traitor.

"Jiang doesn't have much skill, and it would be embarrassing to ask in vain. Why don't you try this way of cooking." He skewered delicate meat slices, grilled them skillfully, and seasoned them. He didn't have the desire to say anything else, but I don't want to cause trouble either.

The other party raised his head slowly, his eyes were thoughtful, there was a bit of sarcasm between the handsome brows, his fingertips moved slightly, but he held it back, just took a casual taste, and then slowly said: "It's really delicious. Then go and report to the king, if you have the opportunity, you should be able to cook for the king in front of the palace."

Yan Jiang stood up politely: "I'll see you off."

"No need." The other party politely stood up and saluted, facing him, retreated slowly, turned around at the gate of the courtyard, and brought Li Xin and Meng Yi with him.

"Tsk, you run so fast, is this the villain's natural sixth sense?" Yan Jiang couldn't help but sneered, and slowly lowered his fingertips from the hidden pocket at his waist.

What a pity.

Just now, he really wanted to get rid of this sycophant. If the other party dared to eat a few more bites, it might not only be the seasoning.

Not for anything else, he just wanted to try, if there was no Zhao Gao, and Fusu successfully succeeded to the throne, would the subsequent Chu-Han conflict, the Baideng siege still exist, let alone change history, he would not be afraid of changing history. Will come back with seeds.

The peasant uprising at the end of the Qin Dynasty wiped out most of China's population and gave the Xiongnu a chance to unify the north. Since then, the north of China has not had much peace in the past 2000 years. If Meng Tian is still in the north, Mao Dun will definitely be pressed to death as soon as he comes out.

Speaking of 200 BC, this time is really strange. The grasslands were unified, China was unified, Rome rose, Anxi rose, and the Maurya Dynasty unified India... It's like a big wheel of history.

However, something seems wrong...

He thought about it carefully, and had some doubts about the identity of "Zhao Gao", but he didn't pursue it too much. He just picked up the kettle and slowly extinguished the charcoal fire, and a puff of white smoke evaporated, making his face a little blurry.

The king of Qin returned to the bedroom quietly, waved his hands to make the two restless subordinates retreat, moved his fingertips slightly, and pressed the ear of wheat again.

The loss was great.

He caressed his smooth chin, rested his chin with his hands, and leaned on the couch.

Not only failed to recognize, but even aroused his killing intent...

Killing intent, why?

Just because the surname is Zhao?

He has known him for a long time, and he is very clear about the decisiveness of his killing - it can be said that he came back from the long journey of thousands of miles and thousands of days and nights.

The reason still needs to be clarified, if not, he would really dare to do it.

It's just that I need to worry about everything about the grand ceremony in the past few days. After I get rid of Lao Ai, I will have a lot of time to get to know each other.

He was a little tired and raised his hand to signal to change clothes.

The servant surnamed Zhao next to him immediately sent the maidservant to deliver the water, very competent.

The King of Qin washed up, wiped his fingers carefully, watched the internal officer busy, but suddenly saw the servant's smooth chin.

The waiter surnamed Zhao turned back after finishing his work, but saw the King of Qin staring at him silently with a thoughtful look. For a moment, as if his throat was bitten by a prey, he broke out in cold sweat, knelt down in front of the couch, kowtowed and fell on the ground, not daring to say anything. A voice, let alone the reason.

After a while, I heard a faint voice from above: "Back off."

Zhao Gao didn't even dare to raise his head, he tremblingly answered "Hey", then he exited the hall top-heavy, his inner shirt was already soaked through.

In the middle of the night, His Majesty Yan Jiang finally woke up. The servant dutifully roasted a good chicken for him. Although the two sides were silent, the atmosphere was peaceful. If outsiders looked at it, it was like an ancient painting, full of ancient style.

After a while, Yan Jiang hooked Gou Ai Niao's chin in a teasing manner, and said with a slight smile, "Oh, I must be used to being wild with you, which made me want to kill again today."

But he didn't say any more, Ai Niao pestered him for a long time, but he didn't hear the confession, and was very dissatisfied. After making trouble with him for a long time, Yan Jiang still remained unmoved, just because some things were still entangled in his heart.

The goal of supporting him in the past was to return to China. At that time, the mountains and rivers were far away, and it was hard to reach, but it was finally achieved.

After returning to Qin, regardless of planting and manufacturing, it has been handed over.

So what now?

Is it for the king to sit on the guests, or to enjoy the world?

He wants to travel the world, but is that all?Li Xinlao didn't think so, but when he saw Zhao Gao, he was really touched. He strengthened the first generation of Qin, but died in the second generation. In the Five Dynasties, the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, there was no such domineering and domineering feudal lord as the strong Qin.

"Oh, it's really mediocre people who are disturbing themselves, and it's not time to be disturbed," Yan Jiang shook his head slightly, and hugged His Majesty, "Let's just watch."

His Majesty had a question mark on his face, and was so angry that he turned around and ignored him.

Yan Jiang went over to comfort him again, and didn't go to sleep until almost midnight.

After a night of no dreams, when he woke up, he found that many guards in the palace had shaved their beards, and there were bare chins everywhere, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

When he asked, he found out that it was the king who shaved his beard yesterday, which was a good thing, so many people thought that shaving his beard would be more appreciated by His Majesty, so they learned to shave it off, and for a while Yan Jiang naturally developed a good impression of King Qin in his heart.

The next two days are preparations for the grand ceremony, which involves changing defenses and the guards of the ancestral temple. Li Xin is so busy that he doesn't even have time to come over to eat a piece of meat, but Meng Yi comes here occasionally, under the pretense of helping Li Xin bring meat. Don't talk about eating and drinking, but also pack it.

After Yan Jiang graciously agreed, this man even came for three meals a day—by the way, their surveillance is a bit strong, even he knows that he secretly cooks the third meal at night. After two days, the five-spice beef jerky he treasured is It was almost bottoming out, and he even wanted to touch his only two spicy beef jerky.

So Yan Jiang could only let this idle Zhonglang general know that he still has a way to go in terms of fighting skills, this is reserved for His Majesty's treasure, and no one else will even think about it.

After that, it was the pro-government ceremony.

Yan Jiang is not qualified to sit too close to watch the ceremony. He can only see a tall and slender figure from a distance wearing a crown, hanging twelve white jade bead curtains, and red threads hanging around. His face cannot be seen clearly. , the moon, the stars, the dragon, the mountain, the fire, the worm, and another unrecognizable one, wearing red clothes, a large ribbon on his back, and a long sword on his belt—the one that Li Xin made out of wootz steel, with red feet There are red stripes inlaid on the corner of the clothes, which looks very majestic and majestic.

He wears a crown and sword, sacrifices to the ancestors, all the officials kneel down to worship, and the banner is waved. All the people who are happy with the king, all shout long live.

Yan Jiang didn't participate in the rest of the matter, he just stared at the scene, then went back to the bedroom to find a piece of rough paper, took charcoal and drew what he had just seen.

From the majestic altar to the majestic ancestral temple, from the officials chanting long live to the pious kneeling soldiers, all are slowly displayed in his scribbled strokes, and he draws until noon, without having time to eat.

After finishing the painting, he packed his things and went out of the palace first - the ancestral temple was not in the palace, and it would be a joke if the remaining guards could keep an eye on him.

As he expected, not long after digging out the outer wall of Yongdu, he heard the sound of killing in the city, presumably it was because Lai Ai had launched a palace coup, and he was still Lai Ai's retainer on the surface, as a flower and plant that didn't want to be hurt , it's better to avoid it a little bit.

Anyway, this little boss, Lai Ai, happened to be used by the King of Qin to remove the power of the Zhao Kingdom from the court, and there was no threat at all, and it was only a day for King Qin to flatten him.

What's more, I haven't seen Huahua in the past few days. It must have been wronged. The poor big cat needs to be comforted and appeased, and then cleaned up and brought to see the King of Qin to improve his character.

In ancient times, there was an old man who rode a blue ox to the west of the Yellow River, so why couldn't he ride a tiger to the west of the Weishui River? That's much more compelling.

It will definitely make King Qin treat him differently!