Auntie's temperament is too arrogant, if she doesn't suffer a little, there will be death between her and Cheng Chan in the future, for the sake of Daqin's stability in the future, she can only be wronged today.

The First Emperor closed his eyes lightly, and while thinking slowly, he held the jade hand of Empress Afang and squeezed it a little harder.

Stop this shaft.

Ah Fang, who grew up with the First Emperor since childhood, had a heart-to-heart with the First Emperor, and he responded with a little force.

Good.

"Brother Huang, don't make trouble......"

Ying Cheng leaned in and whispered, wanting the First Emperor to come forward to preside over the overall situation.

"Uncle can't leave a way for His Majesty to live!"

Ah Fang reacted greatly, and hugged the First Emperor with his arms around him and hugged him hard to prevent Ying Cheng from touching it.

Looking up at the slender neck as white as winter snow, the green tendons on it were extremely clear, and his voice was full of crying.

Ying Chengcheng stopped talking and looked at the imperial sister-in-law with wide eyes.

Just now, the First Emperor opened his eyes and said that scene with his lips, there was a table that others could not see, how could Ah Fang, who held the First Emperor in his arms, not see it?

"Imperial sister-in-law, you ......"

When this sentence was spoken, Ying Chengcheng was surprised that he didn't control the volume, and everyone in the front row of the Xuanyao Hall could hear it.

Although the old people were concerned about themselves, they were also hanging high, and they were silent one by one, looking like they hadn't heard anything.

Gai Nie Gai touched the scabbard of his sword and read, "Where is my sword?"

Zhao Ji, who was rubbing on the ground to grab the sword of Gai Nie, reacted the most, and she did not grab the hilt of the sword when her fingers had already touched the hilt, but raised her head in confusion and looked at the high platform.

It was mainly remorse, and a thought habitually floated through my mind - still called the imperial sister-in-law?

"Who is your imperial sister-in-law! You don't want me to hand over your majesty to you! ”

Ah Fang cried again to interrupt Ying Chengchan's words, with tears in his eyes, looking at Ying Chengchan apologetically, but the words in his mouth did not look apologetic.

"If you want to kill Your Majesty, even I will kill it together!" Its sound is sonorous and powerful, full of death.

Ying Chengcheng's eyes widened.

You two are so good at acting, why don't you go to the birth of an actor!

Zheng'er is not dead yet!

Hearing Ah Fang shout these words, Zhao Ji, who had not been hurt too much, was full of strength, grabbed the sword and jumped up.

The long sword stabbed out, unstoppable, aimed at Yingcheng.

"Don't hurt my son!"

Alas.

Gai Nie sighed inwardly, his feet touched the ground, his body was elegant, and he came first, reclaiming the sword in the air.

and tied Zhao Ji's hands in place.

"Ahh

Zhao Ji let out a senseless scream from her mouth, writhing with all her strength, and opened her charm to the highest, struggling with all her might.

But it didn't work.

She has a lot of strength, but it's not big enough for the Sword Master whose internal strength is in the form of power.

Her charm is very strong, but Gai Nie has a sword heart, and this charm cannot make the sword master with a clear sword heart set up a tent.

So no matter how Zhao Ji struggled, her two white and smooth wrists were full of red marks, which were about to wear out, and she couldn't break away from Gai Nie's big hand like an iron hoop.

"Isn't this up? Yingzheng, are you still a person? "Ying Cheng took the words to provoke the emperor.

Under Ah Fang's interruption reminder, the decibel level of voice control this time was just right.

It's only enough for him, the First Emperor, and Ah Fang to hear it.

The First Emperor lay quietly in Ah Fang's arms, without any intention of standing up.

Listening to his mother's wail, the First Emperor couldn't bear it.

But he knows that he can't bear it today, and sooner or later there will be a scene of his mother and brother killing each other.

Although he clenched his left hand under the cover of the table, his breathing became heavy, but he suppressed his inner desire to get up.

Ah Fang knew that the First Emperor was in a bad mood, and he hugged the First Emperor more vigorously, and used this way to comfort the First Emperor.

"Brother Huang, if you decide to lie down, please lie down, don't get up." Ying Cheng squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth, shook the sleeves of his robe, and walked off the high platform with a cold face.

Holding up the face that was extremely vicious in Zhao Ji's eyes, and he was damned thousands of times, he approached Zhao Ji.

"Want your son alive?"

Zhao Ji's crazy expression suddenly stopped, and a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes in an instant, and the range of struggle fell from the peak to the bottom of the valley at once.

"Yes."

In the next moment, Zhao Ji lowered his head since Zhao entered Qin, even in front of King Xiang of Qin Zhuang, his face was red and swollen.

The voice is slight.

Gai Nie saw that Zhao Ji had no will to attack, and let go of Zhao Ji's hands at the right time.

Although he has a sword heart, he will not make a fool of himself under Zhao Jimei's technique, but this does not mean that he is immune.

It's like someone who is extremely tolerant of pain, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt.

If it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Gai Nie Gai is good to himself.

The hands are free, and the body is free to move.

Zhao Ji did not hesitate to bend her knees and was about to kneel on the ground.

As the action progresses, so does the discourse.

"I beg Chang'an Jun to spare my son's life."

The words came out, and kneeling did not kneel.

Ying Chengcheng grabbed Zhao Ji's shoulders with both hands and stopped Zhao Ji's behavior.

He originally wanted to beat Zhao Ji well, so as not to have bad things happen later.

But Zhao Ji's reaction was not what he expected, Zhao Ji softened too quickly.

Kneeling is said to kneel, and there is no arrogance and domineering before, exchanging life for life.

There was silence for a long time.

Ying Cheng laughed, and the laughter bounced back and forth in the somewhat silent Xuanyao Hall.

"Look, Mother, they've all been hidden from us!"

Zhao Ji's expression changed in horror, and he immediately smiled faintly after Ying Chengcheng finished speaking.

The somewhat red and swollen face did not hinder her graceful and luxurious temperament in the slightest, and she glanced at Ying Chengcheng, and then slanted her eyes to the falling phoenix crown on the ground.

"Yui."

Ying Cheng immediately responded, picked up the phoenix crown from the ground, held the phoenix crown with both hands in a proper manner, and put it on Zhao Ji's head.

"The wax festival is too boring just to eat and drink. I'm afraid that you will be sleepy, so I will play with Cheng Chan to help you prosper. ”

Zhao Ji's voice was loud, and when she was stained with blood on her body, she said something, but everyone didn't think it was embarrassing and ridiculous.

The red and swollen face, graceful bearing, and the phoenix crown on the head symbolize authority.

"I was tired and a little sleepy. Queen, you and Your Majesty send me back to Ganquan. ”

Ah Fang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and responded softly, "Yui."

"Get out."

Ying Cheng gave an order.

"Yui!"

The Dark Guards shouted in unison.

They covered their faces and apologized to the members of the royal family who were under control around them, or the princess and princess.

Without waiting for the apologetic person to respond, he left the Xuanniao Hall and disappeared into the night.

They are like the tide on the shore, the entrance is like the high tide and the exit is like the ebb tide, leaving nothing in the Xuanniao Temple.

Gai Nie, Ah Fang helped the First Emperor and followed Zhao Ji out of the Xuanniao Palace.

More than a dozen old men scolded Ying Cheng for fooling around and sat back in their places.

"Mother, taste it, this orange is very sweet."

The little gluttony finally ate the orange that he had in his heart, and the filial third son who did not forget his mother after eating oranges, handed the peeled half of the orange to Concubine Chu's mouth.

Concubine Chu looked at her son silently, and had the idea of wanting to practice a trumpet again.

Why is this shaft king?

"What is my mother doing looking at me like this?" Ying Jianglu was a little puzzled, and then seemed to wake up, and leaned over with his little head and whispered: "Mother won't take this play seriously, right?"

Concubine Chu opened her mouth, her plump lips chewing oranges, sweet juice burst out in her mouth, and she nodded lightly.

"Sweet."

When the fake is true, the truth is also false.

When the real is fake, the fake is also true.

True or false, who knows?

Who can see through the sinister and treacherous Cheng Gongzi?

Perhaps, this shaft is right.

The noise sounded again, and the wave of joy slapped again on the Xuanyao Temple.

It's like without the First Emperor in charge, the people in the royal family, the concubines, and the princesses are a lot easier.

A group of old people sat down around Yingcheng again, waiting for the big hall to know whether it was a real laugh or a pretending to be laughter.

My uncle and grandfather had just chewed on a piece of venison when he suddenly said something without warning.

"It's harder than Huayang."

The grumpy old man throwing chopsticks has been frantically showing off his meat, and his mouth is full, as if he hasn't eaten meat for many years.

"Kill it."

Three words, seeping out of the cracks in the flesh that were full of scraps of meat and pulp.

When the old man was young, he had a habit of showing off his full content before going to the battlefield.

For a while, he has the strength to kill people, and the second is that if he is killed, he will be a full ghost when he dies.

"How so!"

Although Yingjie is not of high seniority, he has the bonus of being the eldest son of King Qin Xiaowen, which makes him have a say in this group of people, which is actually not small.

He picked up the wine bottle and was about to drink, but when he heard the words of the old man who threw the chopsticks, he immediately retorted and put the wine bottle on the table again.

"Is it really a king?"

The implicit meaning of this sentence is: If we kill Zhao Ji, how can we gain a foothold in front of Your Majesty.

"I'll trade my life with her."

The old man who threw chopsticks had a mouth full of the fishy smell of meat, and his mouth was a little big when he spoke, and meat scraps fell.

"Before you die, you can do something for the baby and earn it."

After speaking, the old man carefully picked up the meat scraps on the table and put them in his mouth, chewing them carefully.

The old man when this is the last meal.

"Your Majesty will not blame individuals, only clans." The bald old man, who was a little bald, drank all the wine in the wine bottle, and said, "Don't be Your Majesty, don't dare to kill people."

"Uncles and grandfathers, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles."

Ying Chengcheng smiled bitterly, raised the wine bottle with both hands and saluted continuously.

"I just want Empress Dowager Zhao to settle down, why are you more murderous than me. There's no need, there's no need. You should treat her as the mother of Huayang, don't say anything about killing or not killing. ”

"Although the Empress Dowager Huayang is not on good terms with us, there is one thing that we have reached a consensus with, and we all recognize you as the king. This woman is not, she is going to kill you. ”

One of Ying Cheng's uncles frowned and said, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"What did the little boy just say?" Uncle and grandfather asked casually.

Yingfu was silent.

The old man who threw the chopsticks was silent.

The bald old man was silent.

All the old men were silent.

They still move, naturally not pretentious.

The crisp sound of chopsticks hitting a plate, the chirping of chewing food, the sound of drinking......

Only, there is less talking.

What Yingjie just said was that "if you really become a thief, you are already king."

No one doubted that my uncle had a terrible memory, so bad that he had forgotten what he had just heard.

If the uncle and grandfather are not asking this question, they are emphasizing - let Cheng Chan be king.

And although the crowd did not answer, they did not object.

Silence is silence, and silence is consent.

"Uncle and grandfather, I thank you for your old lift, but don't make trouble."

Ying Chengcheng smiled bitterly and picked up the wine bottle, breaking the silence.

"Come on, come on, I'll respect you first, and then everyone will give a bottle. Let's stop here, okay? ”

Ying Cheng Chan wanted to raise a bottle of dry wine, and his uncle and grandfather stretched out their big hands to cover the mouth of the wine bottle, and looked at Ying Cheng Chan with those old eyes.

"You baby has been lazy since she was a child, if my brother lives to see you like this, your father and your father will not be kings."

Ying Cheng smiled and said with a smile: "Of course, if the grandfather is alive, the grandfather will definitely be the king, and the father and the eldest father can still rebel?"

"No one is joking with you!"

The old man who threw chopsticks always stuffed the food in his mouth before he swallowed it, which caused his voice to always be a little bulging.

"That woman was fine in Yongcheng before, she couldn't take care of Xianyang affairs, and there was nothing wrong with Your Majesty being the king. Now that she has returned to Xianyang, she dares to kill you in front of us, and I don't know what she will do after today.

"I won't live for a few years, and I can't break my promise to Zichu that kid to take care of you. If you go down to see Zichu before me, I won't dare to fight back when your father scolds me. Just fake it, everyone will hold you to the throne. ”

The old man with a slightly darkened complexion sitting next to the old man who threw chopsticks nodded in agreement.

Said: "That's the reason, only our Ying clan has always been the only one to kill others, when will it ......?"

Tuk tuk tuk ~

Ying Cheng turned his index finger upside down, knocked on the table three times, and interrupted the old man's speech.

"That's enough." Ying Cheng Cheng Zheng color road.

The old men looked unhappy.

Is your baby going to be killed, we are risking our lives to get you on the throne, and you are putting a stinky face on us here?

"If I want it, I'll take it myself. If the elders really want to help me, they should take care of their children and nephews at home and restrain their children and nephews, which is the greatest help to Cheng Chan. ”

Bite~

The most dignified uncle and grandfather knocked the bowl with a chopstick.

"This matter can't be so hasty, Qingji martial arts are strong, there are few rivals in the world with brute strength, and he can hunt rhinos with his bare hands. That is not as good as Qingji, but he won Qingji's trust with a broken arm, and he died when he was not prepared to assassinate. It can be seen that there is no one in this world who cannot be assassinated. Baby, this matter is not up to you. ”

After the uncle and grandfather finished speaking, Ying Chengcheng raised his head and whispered: "Uncle and grandfather finished speaking?" I said, no. ”

"Adult!" Yingjie's face sank, and said, "Your uncle and grandfather are for your good, how can you talk to your uncle and grandfather?"

"The most hated thing in my life." Ying Cheng's face turned cold, and he said, "It's the three words 'for your good'."

Ying Cheng Chan looked at the gate of the Xuanyao Hall from afar, and said softly: "Everyone has their own choice, please don't interfere with Cheng Chan, okay?"

Looking back, I looked at the old people.

"If I don't sit on the throne, I'm not a king? I am my grandfather, my father, my father, my brother, and the king appointed by the four generations of Qin kings. What the king sees, the elders will not see. ”

The old men were silent.

After a long time, my uncle and grandfather sighed.

"No."

(End of chapter)