"Lower the curtains."

The First Emperor kept writing.

The brushstrokes made of goat hair are on the rough bamboo slips, outlining one simplified Chinese character after another.

Today, the First Emperor has long been fully familiar with simplified characters, and all the ministers of the court and the central government have written in simplified characters.

The original Qin Wen seal was sealed in the high pavilion of the doctor's office, and it fell with thick dust.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, some scholars of ancient literature will step into the doctoral office and blow away the dust that has been pressed on the surface for decades.

While complaining about why the big seal is so complicated, it has nothing in common with simplified characters.

While flipping through the "Simplified Chinese Seal Comparison Table", I tried to echo the Qin State that was happy when I heard the war, the first emperor who ruled the world and sat on the four seas, and the one who could see his name when he turned a page in the history books.

"Refuse."

Ying Cheng turned his head.

The focus of his gaze was the special candle on the table, the size of an adult's forearm, and the light of the fire burned slowly and stained the entire carriage.

"What kind of wax in broad daylight, something."

The five luxury carriages are all one-piece sealed carriages, except for a door at the front that needs to be left for getting on and off the carriage, there is not a single gap in the whole carriage.

When the heavy curtain of the door is lowered, the carriage is plunged into pure darkness, as if it were soaked in the deepest black ink.

Because the design of the carriage is based on the layout of the palace, it can be called an ancient RV, and the inner area is so large that an ordinary candle burning cannot illuminate the entire carriage.

Only this special giant wax can illuminate the carriage with the light released by burning itself.

Ying Chengcheng has always had a complaint about this kind of carriage design, thinking that this is a large coffin.

The light outside the carriage flowed into the carriage, which was originally only candlelight, and the eyes of the First Emperor were much brighter, and the originally dull handwriting on the bamboo slips returned to its original appearance and was heavy.

"Lower the curtains."

The First Emperor accentuated his tone, and in the obviously brighter light, he scanned the text of the cantata much faster.

"If a thief commits an assassination, you and I have been exposed to his eyes."

"I'm not afraid, no one in this world can assassinate me." Ying Cheng was very determined, "High martial arts means that you can do whatever you want." ”

Poking his head out to breathe a few breaths of fresh air, Ying Cheng, who felt suffocated, looked around.

Suddenly he shouted, "Did you throw a hammer?" Don't smash the wrong car! We're in this car, the assassination is accurate! ”

What kind of madness did Chang Anjun have?

In the convoy, the military generals of Wenchen who were sitting in the carriage with the First Emperor in the wax sacrifice frowned and thought.

Until now, no matter whether they still call Yingcheng a in their mouths, they don't scream in their hearts.

"Look, I'll just say you're suspicious, where are the Assassins on the road?" Ying Cheng turned his head to the First Emperor and continued to taunt.

"Hmm."

Rustling~

The soft tip of the pen slashed through the hard bamboo slips, outlining, and the sound of correction never stopped.

The convoy was moving at high speed on a high-speed track without traffic jams, and the green pines growing vertically were constantly left behind the convoy.

Yongcheng is majestic, the tall city has already shown its outline, and this short gallop road is about to be completed without thrills and dangers.

Open~

A loud and dull noise came from under a green pine tree on either side of the gallop.

The smoke exploded, and the dust drifted through the air.

When the yellow dust returns to the earth under the action of gravity, the sound sounds.

A huge sledgehammer, at least seven feet long, sank into the dirt, smashed into the earth, and sank two feet deep.

Since then, the rivers and lakes have lost an iconic weapon - a sledgehammer.

Yongcheng.

Ying Cheng Chan, the first emperor stepped out of the carriage, and the only people waiting below were Gai Nie and Zhang Han.

Ying Cheng raised her eyebrows, walked quickly to Gai Nie's side and whispered, "Where is the Yue Nu?"

Gagnie hadn't answered.

Dressed in flowing black clothes and wearing an iron mask, the Yue Nu was let go by the Lang officials holding the hand card of Ying Cheng Chan and walked to Ying Cheng Chan's side.

The First Emperor glanced at the hideous iron face on Yue Nu's face, and a flash of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

This is the Yue girl who can cure the "Yellow Emperor"?

didn't say much, under the leadership of Zhang Han and surrounded by a group of officials, he entered Yongcheng first.

Ying Chengcheng followed behind the First Emperor, deliberately two positions behind, and said to the Yue Nu who followed behind him as he walked: "Something's wrong?"

Before traveling, Ying Cheng Chan asked Yue Nu to patrol in front of him and check it, which is also the reason why Ying Cheng Chan was unscrupulous in the carriage.

Yue Nu's ability to do light skills is no less than Jing Ke, and her swordsmanship is not inferior to Gai Nie.

There is a Yue girl who is thundering in the front, and Ying Cheng is not afraid at all.

"Find an assassin and kill him with a sword."

Yue Nu is concise and to the point.

"There are assassins, huh......"

Ying Chengcheng chuckled, didn't care, walked two steps quickly to catch up with the First Emperor, and saw that he was going to walk side by side with the First Emperor.

"Chang'anjun, don't trespass." Gai Nie said coldly.

Ying Cheng glared at Gai Nie, and pretended to be displeased: "Is it a grudge?"

Ever since he had said that Gai Nie had trespassed once, every time he walked with the First Emperor, Gai Nie would remind him.

Ying Cheng, who was chatting casually, didn't know that the assassin who died was called Sledgehammer.

Back then, Jing Ke and the big hammer failed to meet on the bank of the Yishui River, and the big hammer was missing a stroke in the history.

Later, when Xianyang Yingcheng ordered Zhang Liang to be arrested, if the sledgehammer was better, he could catch up with Jing Ke and have a face-to-face with Jing Ke.

Under the introduction of Jing Ke, maybe he can now become a member of Chang'an Junfu, and he may be able to leave his real name and surname in history.

But there is no possibility in life.

The sledgehammer died.

Death is silent.

Death is lighter than a feather.

But he will definitely not be the last person to die for the assassination of the First Emperor.

The First Emperor ruled the world, encroached on the interests of the superiors, and hated the remnants of the Six Kingdoms.

There are countless people who want to kill the first emperor like a carp crossing the river.

Soon, Ying Chengcheng will also usher in such an encounter, even worse than the situation of the first emperor.

The First Emperor usurped the interests of the remnants of the nobles of the Six Kingdoms, and these remnants of the nobles of the Six Kingdoms who had died lost their country and could only assassinate them like rats in the gutter.

And most of the vested interests that Ying Chengcheng will encroach on next are in high positions in the Qin State and have high power.

Yongcheng is also as lively as Xianyang.

There are also peach branches in front of every house, and there are gods and gloom.

The ethereal and heavy drums and the dull and down-to-earth sound of hitting the wooden planks also sounded constantly.

The difference between here and Xianyang is that the people of Yongcheng will be more excited than the people of Xianyang, because this is the place where the first emperor held a wax festival.

The major affairs of the country.

In the worship of Rong.

In the eyes of the ancients, the most important thing in a country is sacrifice and war, and sacrifice must be ranked before war.

In ancient times, when civilization was not so developed, productivity was seriously insufficient, and the people were relatively ignorant.

People respect and fear heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts.

The weather is dry because God is angry, and where is the earthquake after the earth Niangniang is angry.

The harvest year is the credit of the god of grains, and the victory of the war is the blessing of the god of war, the Yellow Emperor.

No matter what happened, the ancients could connect with the heavens, the earth, the gods, and the ghosts.

Heaven, gods, gods, and ghosts are broader than the Qin laws of the Qin Dynasty.

The annual wax festival is the grandest event of the Qin Dynasty.

The king of Qin would recite the sacrificial text on the high platform of the sacrifice heaven and earth in the center of Yongcheng.

That high platform should be three zhang high, and Qin Jun stood on such a high place, which was enough for the people within a radius of ten miles to see.

It stands to reason that with such a high platform, the voice of speech should be very small below.

But every year at the wax festival, Qin Jun's voice on the high platform will be loud and abnormal, and the people listening under the high platform can really hear it, which is naturally regarded as a divine power.

The process of the wax festival in the Qin Dynasty is not complicated, after all, the old Qin people never rap.

First of all, the first emperor rushed to Yongcheng from Xianyang with hundreds of civil and military officials.

Then he took one of the nine qing, the person in charge of the sacrifice, and the sacrificial text written by the priest of the ceremony, and recited it on a high platform.

The high platform will be filled with all kinds of sacrifices, and the food is mainly pigs, deer, and sheep, supplemented by salt, millet and delicacies.

After the recitation, the task of the First Emperor was completed, and the next thing was Lingyou.

A small number of Lingyou will be dressed in animal skins, which are called "corpses", which means that they are gods.

Most of them perform all kinds of dances, sing songs that they don't understand, please the gods, and pray to heaven and earth.

The people began to dance the Beast Dance, an ancient and primitive dance that mimicked the actions of animals to ward off diseases and evil spirits.

The culture of gods and ghosts has always accompanied the development of Chinese culture, and basically all dynasties believe that there must be gods and ghosts on the day of the Spring Festival.

When this whole process is completed, the cooks and maids will distribute the offerings to the people, and everyone will begin to feast.

Because Qin Law is usually extremely strict, such as prohibiting alcohol, such as not having to talk casually, such as not eating beef, etc.

There are no taboos on this day of the wax festival, which is particularly valuable.

It can not only satisfy the appetite, but also laugh and release mental pressure.

In the eyes of all the people in Yongcheng who admired, looked forward to, and couldn't wait, the first emperor came to the high platform of the sacrifice to the sky and stepped on the first stone step of the platform.

The populace rejoiced.

Hundreds of civil and military officials are waiting to stand.

One movement and one stillness, clear and distinct.

In the increasingly boiling drums, knocking on the door.

Under the stern and warning eyes of the first emperor looking back.

Ying Cheng sighed deeply and nodded helplessly.

The First Emperor looked back with satisfaction and stepped on the second staircase of the high platform.

Ying Chengcheng followed closely and stepped on the first step of the high platform.

"Why did the king still follow people, and there were people last year?"

In the crowd, a boy with a mouth almost grinning to the root of his ears asked his father beside him.

"No, this year, the king is not dominating the world, let someone follow and prove it to the ancestors."

The father replied solemnly, fluttering in the adoring eyes of his son, "Father, how do you know everything".

Most people in Yongcheng don't know what it means to climb this high platform.

Even if they participate in wax festivals here every year, worship heaven and earth, and eat sacrifices.

And a small part of the people who know what it means will give science to those around them.

"Only the king can ascend the high platform, and the eldest son should be behind the king."

In the eyes of these "insiders", only the well-known eldest son Yingfu Su can be the second emperor of Qin in today's Qin State.

If they knew that Ying Fusu had been established as the crown prince, the word "should" in the explanatory discourse would have been replaced with the word "certainly".

The people didn't know that it was Ying Chengcheng who was following the First Emperor, but the civil and military officials who followed the First Emperor here knew it.

Under the high stage, watching the two brothers go one after the other, the civil and military officials who were only one level away from moving forward, all changed their faces.

His Majesty's request for Chang'anjun to ride in the same car is a favor to Chang'anjun, but no matter how grace he is, how can this high platform be climbed together? His Majesty intends to pass the throne to Chang'anjun!

There is only Wang Kedeng on the high platform, which is the ancestral system. His Majesty was forced by the Queen Mother to set up the eldest son as the crown prince, but he did not care that the eldest son would ascend the throne, so the eldest son was sent to Shangjun, and Chang'an Jun was the Qin II in His Majesty's heart.

No wonder His Majesty not only restarted the Xiangbang for Chang'anjun, but also drove away Wei Yu to Chang'anjun to set aside the foreign lieutenant, which makes sense.

……

The civil and military officials had their own thoughts, but no one spoke to communicate, at most it was just eye contact.

Many people's eyes stayed on Zhao Ji and Han Ji, the two queen mothers.

Judging from the current situation, most people analyze that there is a rift between the first emperor and his biological mother Zhao Ji - this is not the first time, how long has Empress Dowager Zhao been imprisoned in Yongcheng by His Majesty.

The Empress Dowager Zhao intended to win and support Su, the First Emperor intended to win into a cockroach, and Qin Jun fought with the Queen Mother again.

Well, this is also an old tradition, Qin is very easy to produce a powerful queen mother, there are two precedents of Mi Bazi and Huayang Queen Mother.

】

They saw that Empress Dowager Zhao's face was extremely ugly, and her eyes burned with blazing anger.

The Empress Dowager Han next to the Empress Dowager Zhao was triumphant, holding her chest up like a proud rooster.

Li Si held back a smile on his rigid face.

I Li Si bet on the two kings, how many people in the world can compare with Sibi's eyesight?

Queen Afang had a knowing expression on her face.

I see, no wonder Your Majesty trusts your uncle so much, Your Majesty originally meant this. It seems that after the wax sacrifice, it is necessary to propose to the bottle, otherwise it will be difficult for the uncle to ascend the throne.

Concubine Chu stood beside her son and watched Ying Cheng's eyes flutter.

After going around and around, this throne finally falls into your hands......

Her son, Ying Jianglu, sighed again and again.

Uncle, you said that you want the throne, and you will not fight for it, and you want to drink.

……

on the steps.

The first emperor is in front, and Ying Chengcheng is behind, and the two have been one step apart.

Even if the First Emperor deliberately climbed the platform slowly, he did not wait for someone to come from his side.

This vertical end is lazy!

"I'll come first, you'll come first."

“…… If you really don't want to do it, call Fusu back, and don't always think about me. ”

In the wax sacrifice ceremony, the first person to speak on the high platform must be Qin Jun.

"Then I'll go first."

"Hmm."

Ying Cheng responded weakly.

The First Emperor, who gave up the idea of waiting for Ying Cheng, walked long and tiger, and soon crossed the last step and came to the high platform.

Walking to the center, on the high platform paved with white jade, the first emperor unfolded the bamboo slips in his hand and shouted loudly.

"I inherited the legacy of the ancestors of the Qin dynasties, accepted Jiuding in Xianyang, quelled the riots, and unified the four seas. Divine merits and holy virtues, the law has been lowered to this day, and the gods and ghosts have heard of it......"

The First Emperor's voice seemed to have been amplified by the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth in the underworld, at least three times louder than before, enough for everyone under the high stage to hear.

When the First Emperor began to read, there were no kneeling people under the high platform.

Everyone spontaneously knelt down the moment the First Emperor's voice sounded.

The pounding drums stopped.

The grounded knocking board also stopped.

The children who love to move and make trouble also know that it is not appropriate to make noise at this moment, and they have learned to kneel on the ground and touch the ground with their foreheads.

Between heaven and earth, only the voice of the First Emperor was resounding, as if the God of Haotian was standing on a high platform and issuing an oracle through the body of the First Emperor.

The angry Zhao Ji knelt, and the naïve Han Ji knelt.

The old Wang Juan knelt down, and Li Si, who loves brain supplements, also knelt.

Even Gai Nie Gai Daxia, who often muttered about why his husband was like this, and was determined not to be a licking dog, knelt down.

Before heaven and earth, before gods and demons, at the time of wax sacrifices.

As a human being, kneeling is a matter of course.

The Qin Dynasty did not have the etiquette of making people kneel.

Even if you meet the First Emperor, you don't have to kneel in theory.

But in the face of heaven and earth, in the face of gods and ghosts.

If you are a human being, you have to kneel.

No one would think that kneeling at this time is a lowly act, and this idea is very unreasonable in this day and age.

No one would have thought that there would be people who would not kneel at this time, including the First Emperor.

During the wax sacrifice, he had to represent the heavens, the earth, the gods, and the demons on the high platform, so he would not kneel.

But at some of the rituals presided over by Feng Chang, the First Emperor also knelt.

On the high stone steps, Ying Chengcheng sat on it, holding his chin and looking at the crowd below.

He didn't feel like he was looking down, he didn't feel superior, and he played with everyone's fate to applaud.

I didn't feel like a maverick, there was a feeling that everyone was drunk and I was sober.

In the first emperor's impassioned speech, in the atmosphere of solemnity and waiting for everyone.

He felt a little lonely.

It's been twenty-six years since he came to this world, and he's almost catching up with the number of years he lived in his previous life.

But for this era, he still has a strong sense of estrangement in his heart.

This sense of estrangement has never gone away since he was born.

At the beginning, the most obvious sense of estrangement was the discomfort of not having games, movies, TV series, script killing, and other entertainment items.

It is not uncomfortable with ordinary foods such as peppers, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, cantaloupe, grapes, apples, bananas, etc.

It is the discomfort of no junk drinks such as Coke, Sprite, Fanta, milk tea, lemonade, etc.

But these have gone away little by little over time.

By now, Ying Chengcheng has become accustomed to eating hot pot without spicy food, drinking orange juice with Zhetang, and happily playing mahjong with the maids in the house.

And as these most obvious feelings of estrangement disappear, the less pronounced feelings of estrangement go over time.

It first slowly floats up, and then settles down, getting deeper and deeper, accumulating more and more......

He was not accustomed to the fact that nobles could tell the life and death of others, even if he enjoyed this privilege.

He couldn't get used to the smiling faces in the balcony, even though he went to the balcony the most.

He couldn't get used to seeing the people under the high platform bent on their knees, kneeling reverently on the ground, like dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

Even if the Son of Heaven said that it was for the imperial power to rule, even if it was for the sake of the stability of the imperial power.

Even if he wanted to, he could become the object of worship for everyone in this heaven and earth.

He wanted to change all this, not because of any grand ideal, but because he wanted to live comfortably.

The word "human" is easy to write, but it shouldn't be so easy to manipulate.

You can't be like a captive cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs, being enclosed in a village and a country, just to live for the sake of living.

His requirements are not high, just change the word "alive" to "live".

But there are some things that he can't do right away if he wants to, and he once told his grandfather, King Qin Zhaoxiang, about these things.

The killing intent in the eyes of his own grandfather, King Qin Zhaoxiang, a generation of male lords, is still deeply imprinted in Ying Chengcheng's mind, and Ying Chengcheng has never seen a deeper killing intent than that day.

"Tell the widow, who told you these words?"

Without experiencing it firsthand, you will never be able to understand the deterrent power of a king—it is forged with the blood of countless people, the fate of countless people.

"Wow."

Fortunately, Ying Chengcheng was only four years old at the time, and she could cry and urinate.

It was the cry and the soaked pants that made King Qin Zhaoxiang realize that this was just a four-year-old child, what could a four-year-old child do? What can you understand?

Someone must have instructed it!

Someone must have done it!

That night, except for his father and mother, everyone he had seen in seven days died-eunuchs, palace maids, lang officials, guards, and ministers, none of them were left......

Lü Buwei, Meng Wu and others often joked with Ying Chengcheng on this matter.

"It's good that I didn't go to see King Xiao Qin for seven days, otherwise I would be a lonely ghost now."

Just a few words, hundreds of people lost their lives for this, not to mention the five good young people in the previous life, but how can it have nothing to do with human life Eucalyptus Ying Chengcheng had a nightmare for half a year.

I dreamed that those eunuchs, palace maids, and lang officials had turned into powerful ghosts, their faces were covered with blood, and their heads were separated, and they held their heads and asked him why he had killed them.

That incident made Ying Chengcheng understand that there are some things, don't say it, don't even say it.

Otherwise, many people will die, and many, many people will die......

"Emperor Tianhou Earth!"

The shouting of the first emperor was very loud, and it reached the ears of the people kneeling on the ground, the ears of the civil and military officials, and the ears of the empress dowager, the concubine, the princess, and the princess.

These four words are particularly loud, and the First Emperor deliberately accentuated his tone, giving these four words a sense of heaviness and mission.

Ying Chengcheng tilted his head sideways, looked at the back of his head kneeling under the high platform, and blinked.

"Bless me Daqin!"

The First Emperor shouted these four words with all his strength and internal force.

After shouting, the whole person was a little unsteady on his feet, as if the Haotian God who was attached to his body had returned to Heaven.

But no one could see this scene, because except for Ying Cheng, everyone knelt on the ground and touched the ground with their foreheads.

They were hideous and reverent, using up the last of their strength.

With their king, they pray aloud to heaven, earth, gods, and demons.

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin!"

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin!"

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin!"

“……”

The sound spread for hundreds of miles, emptying the sky that was still a little cloudy.

I don't know if it was done by Haotian God, or by Houtu Niangniang, in short, it was a miracle.

"Emperor Tianhou soil, bless me Daqin?"

Ying Cheng whispered softly, and then read it.

Just like all these years, he didn't look any different from those nobles.

And the light and the dust.