"Adults hurt me."

The woman's pear blossom brought the rain, twitched, and climbed to the palm of Yingcheng's palm with her bare hand and rubbed it gently.

"This hand can't seduce me, your hand is not as charming as your face. You have calluses on your hands, which are left by doing rough work, and you are a subordinate.

This made Benjun more and more curious.

"Which one is so clever that he spent so much time and only sent a subordinate to seduce Benjun in the end? Isn't this looking down on Benjun?

"This monarch is inclined to the court, sitting on a high platform, watching the clouds roll up, only one hand can cover the sky, and if you sneeze the world, there will be a rainstorm. Such a good thing as going to Wushan with Benjun should not fall on you.

"Why, he has a sister and no daughters?"

Today's Ying Cheng Chan is completely incomparable with a year ago, and few courtiers call him a vertical son when they meet, but call Chang'an Jun with a few thoughtful manners.

Those officials who have a low status and cannot ascend to the high hall should be respectfully called the king.

Meng Fu, who should not be a marquis, was forcibly asked to be the champion of the Hou by Ying Chengchan, and Ying Chengchan is still not famous among the people, but he is absolutely hot in the officialdom.

Under one person, Ying Cheng, who is above 10,000 people, has not yet married, and every day I don't know how many people bring their daughters and sisters to the door to propose marriage, hoping to marry him, the emperor's brother who has no official body but controls the officialdom completely.

The person who can go to the bed of Yingcheng now may be the hostess of Chang'an Junfu, which is unspeakably expensive.

"What do you do with so much? Is the little girl not beautiful enough? ”

The woman's eyes were like silk, no longer concealed, the tongue of the finch stretched out, like a small beast, gently licking the back of Yingcheng's hand, and the exposed snow-white fragrant shoulders were as smooth as milk.

"Adult~"

The woman called softly, her chest fluttered slowly, and the atmosphere was soft.

Thorn~

The tiny tearing of the cloth was concealed in her voice, her eyes were full of lust, and her face was as red as drinking wine, like a drunken beauty who was overwhelmed by alcohol.

Suddenly, she paused.

The cheeks were still red and very attractive, but the eyes seemed to be a different person. The lust in it dissipates in an instant like snow under the bright sun, and is replaced by hatred like the deepest night!

"Haven't you killed anyone?"

Ying Cheng grabbed the woman and hid it in the silk clothes, and the wrist of the other hand was raised effortlessly in front of the woman's eyes, and the hand that was also calloused held a dagger that flickered cold.

Ying Cheng glanced at the hand in his palm that was constantly struggling, Nunu's mouth, and motioned for the woman to look at it herself.

"Beauty, you're shaking. You're going to kill me, what are you afraid of? Blame had to tell me that it was an assassin. ”

Ying Chengcheng pushed the woman into the depths of the cabinet hard, feeling very boring.

Nowadays, unless these nobles in Xianyang have a bad brain and have a blood feud with their own family, they have to come to the Nine Clans to have fun, otherwise no one will assassinate him.

No one can afford to assassinate him.

Cheng, the first emperor was furious and wiped out the clan.

If it doesn't work, Ying Cheng will retaliate and exterminate the clan.

"Did you assassinate the wrong person? It was Ying Zheng who destroyed the Six Kingdoms, you go to assassinate him, what are you looking for me and me to do it?

"If you don't want to suffer from flesh and skin, you can kill yourself, you don't have to think about escaping, you can't escape from Xianyang City."

Ying Chengcheng turned around and left, he didn't have time to play with these remnants of the Six Kingdoms.

Since the day of the wax festival, there have been a lot more assassins in the Chang'an Monarch's Mansion, at least five deaths a month, and he has long been used to being assassinated, although this assassination is very strange.

It's not that the approach of the beauty plan is strange, the problem is still in the selection.

Why do you think that a woman who has never killed anyone and whose martial arts are so low that they can be ignored can assassinate him?

Shaking his head, Ying Chengcheng didn't think about these questions anymore, he planned to call the city defense army over.

Take someone, or collect the body.

The woman crawled out of the closet, looked at Ying Chengcheng's back and screamed.

"Why don't you kill me?!"

Ying Chengcheng replied casually:

"The white clothes I wore today are hard to wash with blood stains."

The woman struggled to get up.

Ying Chengcheng didn't use all his strength to push just now, but he didn't deliberately retract his strength. This palm slapped on the abdomen of the woman who did not know martial arts, making the woman's abdomen cramping unbearable.

She held her stomach in one hand and a knife in the other.

With a painful face, wearing the light veil that couldn't cover his body, he walked towards Yingcheng step by step.

Ying Chengcheng turned around when he heard the sound, and said helplessly:

"You're not just a dramatist, you're a fool, you should know you can't kill me."

He watched with pity as the woman approached.

The woman thought that Ying Chengcheng was pitiful for her lack of martial arts, and she had to carry out the act of sending her to death, and it was the pity of the superior to the inferior who could not control the fate, so she shouted angrily:

"Shaft! I can't kill you! Dye your white garment red, too! Puff is furious! Blood Splattered Five Steps! ”

She trotted, closed her eyes, leaped up, thrust angrily.

Ying Chengcheng grabbed her wrist again, and all her strength poured out, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea.

When she opened her eyes, she could see Ying Cheng's eyes up close, closer than she had just been in the closet. The pity in those eyes didn't seem to be the same as those who looked at her before......

"At your age, in my hometown, you should be in college, in love, in the big deal, in the heart of the breakup, in praying not to meet the scumbag Sea King.

"I want to change the law, eliminate the aristocracy, rejuvenate the people, open up the wisdom of the people and make China rise. It is right that the nobles want me to die, and you people also want me to die, which is too hurtful.

"You say I'm not a saint, why am I fighting for you people who don't know what to do? You like to be exploited, you like to be oppressed, you like to be unable to get ahead, then let you go. ”

Throwing the woman on the ground, Ying Chengcheng looked at the woman's eyes full of hatred.

"It's not good-looking, I want to see clear and stupid eyes. It's not for you, it's for myself, it's for me who is unhappy with the world. ”

The woman struggled to her feet, but to no avail.

Ying Chengcheng left internal force in the woman's body, sealing the key meridians of the woman's retreat, and the woman couldn't get up.

"You can move your hands, you can still kill yourself, that's the privilege of beauty. Of course, if you can't do it, you can also ask me to help you take off your clothes. ”

Ying Cheng picked up the bag of honeycomb coal, this woman didn't need it, there were others who wanted to use it.

"Win into a toad!"

The woman's voice was poignant, desperate.

"What to do?" Ying Chengcheng looked back with a smile and said, "If you want to live, forget it, you will assassinate me, and the murderer must have the consciousness of being killed."

"When you kill my brother, you have the consciousness of being killed."

The woman's voice did not contain any emotion, but just looked at Ying Chengcheng fixedly.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Hatred is like the waters of the deep sea, flowing slowly, but heavy and powerful, far deeper than the waves of the sea.

Ying Cheng's heart moved, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He thought that the woman in front of him was instructed by others, and the hatred was instilled by others.

Listening to these words, it seems that it is not.

"Who is your brother?"

"Horses, columns." The woman paused word by word and said, "This surname is a gift from you."

Ying Chengcheng's hand holding a bag of honeycomb coal suddenly clenched, and his face was silent.

"It turns out that you are the sister of Marxism-Leninism, then I can spare your life."

The woman raised the dagger and naturally lay it across the snow-white neck.

Maybe it was the fear of imminent death, or maybe it was the despair of not being able to take revenge, and the woman's already indifferent mood rose again.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Hanging with teardrops, the beautiful face with powdered Dai is poignant, the red lips with cinnabar instead of rouge are opened and closed, and the teeth are frosted and collided.

"Why don't you get dusty?

"Why are you so clean?

"Why are you in the turmoil, and you are outside the fire and water!"

The sharp dagger saw the red, she laughed, her body twitched, and the blade sank deeper and deeper.

"Don't sit on the high platform, you're going to fall."

Her voice softened, and her gaze moved from Ying Cheng's face to Ying Cheng's hand, and to the bag of honeycomb coal.

The man who killed her brother, Chang Anjun, who was the most anxious in her brother's mouth, did not throw her on the bed and forced her body.

This high-ranking magnate, who killed her brother and was not subject to Qin Law, not only personally sent things to the people.

When he was assassinated and was about to leave, he did not forget to take away the bag of honeycomb coal, which has been the most widely spread in Xianyang recently and can allow ordinary people to survive the winter in peace.

She hated Ying Cheng, who had killed her brother, but the sight opened a crack in her hatred-stained heart.

She still hated Yingcheng to the core, but she couldn't say that the person in front of her was a wicked person.

"You are such a good person, you should be as evil as me!"

The blade slashed.

Blood flows.

A woman who has never killed someone has killed someone, and it is herself.

Ying Chengcheng was silent and silent.

With his martial arts, there are countless opportunities to save the woman.

He watched the woman froze steadily, watched the big beautiful eyes gradually lose their brilliance, and watched the delicate body shrouded in light veil lose its temperature.

The door opened.

Ying Cheng walked out of the door with the bag of honeycomb coal, and he was going to deliver it to the next family.

He was dressed in a black single coat.

A quarter of an hour later, there was a soft clang.

Three women who were very beautiful, but dressed as maids, opened the door violently.

They were wearing the unique costumes of Chang'an Junfu, and the cold wind rushed in with them, blowing on the white fox fur that was slightly red with blood.

They looked extremely ugly, and they stepped forward quickly, and unruly lifted the red and white fox fur, and saw the delicate body covered by light veils that could not cover their bodies.

A maid was furious.

"Phew! Cheap! ”

Four days later, the eunuch entered the Chang'an Monarch's Mansion, and Ying Chengcheng was summoned into the palace by the First Emperor.

This is unusual.

The First Emperor has not summoned Ying Cheng into the palace for a long time, and the two brothers can meet at any time if they want to, and there is no need to come to such a set of procedures.

Ying Cheng didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what medicine his cheap royal brother had started selling in his gourd.

The carriage of the king horse galloped on the gallop road, all the way unimpeded, and when it reached the gate of Xianyang Palace, it paused slightly, and soon it was released again.

Then he was escorted by a team of Lang officials and led all the way to the front of Zhangtai Palace.

Ying Cheng's heart was slightly relieved, these palaces in Xianyang Palace have a saying, if you really want to have a small meeting, you usually go to the council hall.

Although Zhangtai Palace is also the palace of the first emperor's private meeting, it is generally not a big deal.

Sure enough.

Ying Cheng, who entered the door, looked around, except for the eunuchs and palace maids who should have been there, none of the ministers saw it.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Huang, are you looking for me?"

The First Emperor pointed to the futon in front of him.

"Sit."

Ying Cheng sat down as he said, and without seeing it, he took the bamboo slips in front of the Emperor and began to look through them.

The eunuchs in Zhangtai Palace who saw this scene, the palace maids didn't see it. They are the most well-informed in the entire Xianyang Palace, and they know very well what the current Ying Cheng Chan is.

Ying Chengcheng looked at it and complained at the same time.

"Can you get rid of these backward bamboo slips, it's too inconvenient and tiring to hold. You don't want to promote paper in the world, can't you use it yourself? Don't tell me you have to lead by example, you're not that kind of person. ”

The one who was pouring the tea soup was a young eunuch who had just entered the Xianyang Palace not long ago.

His body trembled, and he almost poured the tea soup on the first emperor.

The First Emperor was indifferent, and did not say anything, as if he did not see it.

The young eunuch hurriedly put down the utensils, and knelt on the ground with a plop, smashing head after head.

"Your Majesty forgive your sins! Your Majesty forgives your sins! ”

The First Emperor picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea soup, and said without any emotional fluctuations:

"Come, pull it out, and the rod will be fifty."

The Lang official, who had been waiting in front of the door, replied loudly:

"Yui!"

Step inside and pull the young eunuch, and you want to take the young eunuch out of the ground and kill him directly.

Fifty rods, this is what runs for life.

The young eunuch also knew this, and looked desperate.

As if he had no bones, he was at the mercy of the two Lang officials at will, and walked out.

"Wait!"

Please drink it.

The two Lang officials observed the expression of the First Emperor, and saw that the First Emperor did not speak, and continued to act.

They were afraid of becoming a thief, but they were in awe of the First Emperor.

At the moment of the First Emperor, everything is subject to the orders of the First Emperor.

You can't be clever in front of the first emperor, and if you play it, you are playing with your own life.

Ying Cheng frowned and looked up at the First Emperor.

The First Emperor picked up the teacup again, lowered his eyebrows and continued to drink tea.

"You're sick!"

Ying Cheng scolded angrily.

Getting up, a few strode up to the two Lang officials, and snatched the young eunuch from them.

"You two go out."

The First Emperor stopped the two Lang officials who were about to make a move with Ying Cheng.

"Yui!"

The two Lang officials replied loudly, relieved in their hearts, they didn't want to make a move with Ying Chengcheng.

When they went out, the two of them were full of luck in their hearts.

glanced at each other, and they both saw horror in each other's eyes.

They are all of aristocratic origin, and there is no white body.

knows that Ying Chengcheng is very powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't say that the first emperor is sick in front of him. Moreover, His Majesty is not angry yet......

"What do you mean, Brother Huang? You are not a murderer, so you called me today to give me a horse? ”

Ying Cheng's tone was very unkind.

The reason why the young eunuch's hands trembled was that after hearing what he said, it was obvious that he was unsteady because he was talking to the First Emperor so casually.

It was the First Emperor who executed the young eunuch, but if the young eunuch really died, it was because he was a martyr.