It snowed heavily again in Yongcheng.

The scattered snow particles fell in a row, accumulating a lot, and soon Yongcheng was wrapped in white gauze.

The bare branches are hung with hoarfrost, which can withstand the beautiful scenery, and the unbearable ones are picked up by people, and after drying, it is a good thing to ignite fire.

Although honeycomb coal is five dollars a stone, it can also be borrowed from the government, which is not much different from giving away for nothing for businessmen and officials, but for the people, five yuan is not much, but it is also a lot.

If you can pick up some dead branches and leaves, you can spend less honeycomb coal.

With the money saved, you can buy more millet and your family will be able to eat more, or you can survive more time in the harsh winter when you have no livelihood.

In order to stay alive, they did everything they could.

Fortunately, the newly replaced Majesty has conscripted soldiers, and not only does the family lose the biggest eating mouth, but also can send money home.

This has come and gone, and each family is equivalent to two more adult men's rations, and the number of people killed this time in the harsh winter of the past years has been reduced by seventy percent.

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

Behind him was a low table, embroidered with dragon patterns, and beside it were four futons, two empty and two occupied.

Zhao Ji, who has passed away but has an ageless appearance, does not use powder, faces the sky, and is still beautiful.

The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes take away her youthful vitality and make up for the precipitated charm of the years.

She placed a wine jar in front of her, and drank it herself, sucking the liquor that could make the warrior drunk like a long whale, and laughing wantonly and naturally.

Wiping a handful of wine from the corner of her mouth, she looked up and down at the second emperor sitting on another futon, her son who had wanted to kill him quickly.

"The Yellow Emperor is complete?"

Ying Cheng's body shook suddenly, and he was shocked and exclaimed.

"How did Grandma see it?"

Zhao Ji hugged her arms and quietly looked at Ying Chengyou, as if she was watching the exaggerated movements at the banquet, wanting to attract the attention of the nobles who climbed onto the bed and climbed to the sky in one step.

You keep acting, I'll watch slowly.

Ying Chengcheng smiled, opened his legs, which had been sitting upright and were a little numb, and praised with his fists:

"My mother's eyes are like torches, and my son admires them very much.

"Mother already knew that only when she became an emperor could "The Yellow Emperor" be successful?"

Zhao Ji, who was drunk for three points, squinted at Yingcheng.

"If I had known, I would have let Zheng'er practice a long time ago, and it would be your turn?"

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

"Just guessing."

For the emperor, martial arts are the flowers on the brocade, or the least important one.

If it is determined that the emperor can complete "The Yellow Emperor", Zhao Ji is willing to let Ying Zheng even defend himself with peerless martial arts.

But if it's just a guess, it's not cost-effective to exchange the perennial heirless for a martial arts that doesn't know whether to stay or not.

After drinking half a jar of wine, Zhao Ji, whose face was already full of redness, was three points drunk, and her mouth was full of wine.

"When will you return to power and support the Soviet Union?"

Ying Cheng Cheng didn't think twice.

"After the rebellion has been put down."

Ying Zheng, who had been facing away from the two of them, turned around, and his brows furrowed into a profound "Chuan" character.

"If you have the heart to return to government, it is better to return to government immediately."

Walking over, he slammed the warm wine jug on the dragon's big eyes, and said a lot of wine.

"What does it mean to return to power?

"The throne is originally you, and I will give up the throne to you, which is called returning to power."

Although the angry face was directed at the younger brother, the words were actually addressed to the mother.

Zhao Ji couldn't hear it, and snorted coldly.

"The majesty of the First Emperor, can only be expressed in the mother now?"

Ying Chengcheng looked left and right with interest, his eyes wandered between his brother and mother, picked up the wine jug and poured himself a drink, sighed with satisfaction, and patted his palm.

"Fight! Fight! ”

Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji's mother and son turned their angry eyes to him at the same time, and the mother and son were unanimous to the outside world, mixed with double scolding, and the two words "erect" were said back and forth.

The scolding of the Qin Dynasty needs to be refined, and it can't be broken at all.

Ying Chengcheng was scolded, thinking about when to publish this book again, improve the language output of the Great Qin Empire, and come to this three-character scripture, this time you can write your own.

Faint gentleman, if you don't do something mediocre, is that still called a faint gentleman?

"The skin of your vertical is thicker than the corner of the Great Wall!"

Seeing that Ying Cheng was not painful, Ying Zheng scolded hatefully, announcing that this bird song and flower fragrance came to an end.

Zhao Ji used the excuse of going to see if the kitchen was not eating well, so she left this room to the two brothers.

"The anger is finally gone, can you come to see me?"

"Kill the fart! What are you doing called personnel? ”

"Didn't you always ask me to help you solve the problem of "The Yellow Emperor", and now this is not solved?"

"Fart, did you mean to solve "The Yellow Emperor" for me? You're cheating me! ”

"If you don't care about Qin Guo's deeds, you just can't solve it!"

Ying Cheng held down Ying Zheng's hand holding the wine jug, tilted his head to look at his brother, and looked disdainful.

"I thought you just had a change in hobbies, from not drinking to loving to drinking, but I didn't expect your heart to change even more, when did you become so shameless?"

Ying Zheng knocked off his brother's hand and matched it with the spout.

He drank less than half the amount of his mother, and he drank less than half a pot, so he burped, shook his head and sang loudly.

"You don't see you! The water of the Yellow River, from the sky! Rush to the sea and never return.

"You don't see you! Bedside mirror, sad white hair! The morning is like a green cloud, and the twilight becomes snow! ”

His singing voice is heroic and uninhibited, and he pauses with the mood in his heart, and his tone is frustrated.

Picking up the gold flask, he returned to the window lattice with some uncertainty, and reached out to push it open.

Snow particles poured down with the cold wind, hitting him in the face and burrowing through his open neckline into his broad bosom!

Hit a spirit, because of the cold, and the suddenly sober Ying Zheng's eyes sparkled, and he raised the wine jug to the cold night outside the window, facing the white jade plate that was blurred in the wind and snow.

"Life must be happy, don't make Jin Xiao, empty to the moon.

"I was born with a handsome talent, my daughter is gone, and I will come back!

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink.

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, sing a song with you, please pour it for me.

"Bells, drums and jade silks are not expensive enough, I hope I don't have to wake up when I get drunk.

"The ancient sages and saints are all dead, and only the drinkers leave their names.

"In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

"What is the master's words, he has to sell the right money.

"Five-flowered horses! Daughter's Qiu! Hu'er will exchange for fine wine! Sell eternal sorrow with you! ”

The song of the First Emperor flowed into the courtyard along the night, and the courtyard of this mansion was blurred for a radius of 300 meters.

Ah Fang, who was personally cooking the soup with his hands, smiled slightly, hummed the Zhao folk ballad, and the gentle tone matched the arrogance of Yingzheng's singing, which made people sound like a tune.

When the husband rejoices, she rejoices.

Whether it is Zhao Zheng, or the first emperor, or Ying Zheng.

Zhao Ji leaned on the door of the kitchen and listened to the husband and wife ensemble, and sighed faintly when the end of the word "sorrow" fell.

"The tune of my Zhao Guojin Ge Iron Horse actually made you hum a soft intestine ......"

Ah Fang took a spoon and tasted a mouthful of the hoof soup named by Ying Cheng, and said casually:

"Mother doesn't like it?"

"You're not my fine gentleman, does it matter if I like it or not? It's good that Zheng'er is happy. ”

"Mother's idea can't be left again."

Ah Fang Wan'er smiled and took Zhao Ji's hand, like a little maid.

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

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen whispered a lot, and the two brothers in the room quarreled constantly.

Ying Cheng forcibly closed the window with his martial arts, interrupting Ying Zheng's pride through drinking.

"You're a!"

"I'm afraid that Li Bai will beat you up with this song "Cherish the Empty Bottle"!"

Ying Zheng sneered, too lazy to take care of it.

Sometimes he admires his younger brother for being able to compose so many poems with novel formats and far-reaching artistic conceptions.

can also come up with a bunch of pen names, and can still remember which poem came with what pen name, and it's not easy to do this in a play.

"The ancestral shrine was a fire, which burned the power of the queen and the power of the family.

"Xiangbang and Guowei are also your people, and there is no power to restrain you.

"The ancestors of the Qin State in the past dynasties, which one of them can have the situation of your son when he succeeds as king? You are so tired of being the emperor, it's really a shame for the Ying family! ”

Ying Cheng sneered and didn't let go.

"Hello! I have seen all the history of the past three thousand years, even in ancient mythology, I have never found the emperor to fake his death, I will lose the face of the Qin State at most, and you will lose the face of all the kings. ”

Ying Zheng smiled proudly.

"No, extraordinary things, can I force you out?"

Ying Cheng gritted his teeth.

"That's very!

"Until now, no one has ever doubted that you are not dead!

"Li Si didn't ask, Lu Buwei didn't ask, even Xunzi didn't ask, my brother is really wise!"

With a wine burp, Ying Zheng sat down with his arm pressed against the table.

"I told you a long time ago that you must carry the general trend of Huanghuang and govern the world with a plan of action. If you want to abolish the concubines, then tell them that they must abolish it, and what do you do by pointing a deer as a horse?

"I burned books, abolished the Six Kingdoms script and implemented simplified characters, and asked all localities to change the track to the Qin State, which of them agreed, but they still did it?

"Don't use your human heart and humanity, intrigues can be a temporary thing, but they can't be made for a lifetime. You can hide it from most people, but you can't hide it from everyone.

"Li Si, Lu Buwei didn't suspect that I wasn't dead, but someone as smart as them wouldn't ask this question. To govern a Chang'an Monarch's Mansion, you play some tricks, get two peaches, and you can divide them among the three guests, but you can't govern the country.

"Three doormen stand in front of you, you divide two peaches, the one who didn't get it, you have to tell him why he didn't get it this time, and if you want him, he will work hard according to your standards.

"Look at you now, make two small court meetings, and show the ministers to check and balance each other. accidentally drowned a few people, showing that your methods are cruel and tough, isn't this the Korean style of art?

"You are kings, they are ministers, and they will do whatever you want them to do. As long as they are obedient and sensible, do you care what they think and say behind their backs? You are an emperor, what are you doing with a group of courtiers? ”

The spittle that the first emperor said was obviously dissatisfied for a long time.

He rejoiced in his younger brother's ascension, rejoiced in his younger brother's work, and was so happy that he sang loudly.

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

During the Northern Expedition in the Desert, everyone was not optimistic about his younger brother's tactics, and he was ready to lose his troops and lose the generals, and as a result, the Huns changed kings.

The cement of the Chi Road in the future, the parallel system of the county and the state in the front, the younger brother's "prince and general, rather have a kind" made him frightened, but he never disappointed him.

He thinks that his younger brother is good everywhere, but the matter of being the king is very bad! Insidious and treacherous, this style can't be changed?

"You know a fart, this is called conspiracy, you don't know how to be an emperor at all!"

"I coined the word emperor, and you say I don't know how to be an emperor?"

"You just replaced the word 'Son of Heaven' with 'Emperor', what is there to be proud of?"

Ying Zheng was furious, and the house was full of people looking for King Qin's sword.

"Don't look for it, I threw it in the palace, and you still think you are the king of Qin?"

Ying Chengcheng sneered constantly, disdainful on his lips, but like a mirror in his heart.

On being an emperor, Emperor Qin is the leader.

From the Qin Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, the First Emperor was the only emperor who disdained to use his power.

No emperor can replicate the way the First Emperor became Emperor.

The First Emperor didn't know at all, he thought that it was a very simple way to be an emperor, and no one could do it for two thousand years in the future.

"! You're here to me off! ”

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

"yes, otherwise what? Looking for advice? Stop it! I taught you that little bit of ink in your stomach. ”

"When I was a child, I haven't said enough for more than ten years? Are you going to talk about this old thing for the rest of your life? ”

"I do have this plan, if you can't recruit a new one, just use it."

"Shaft!"

There was a lot of noise.

Yingzheng, who was sweating a little and half of the wine was gone, sat cross-legged on the futon.

"What is the movement of Zhang Chu in Handi, do you know?"

…………

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

He lived in the palace, slept with beautiful women, and asked a few beauties to warm the bed.

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

He slept with beautiful women, ate delicious food, drank fine wine every day, and often regretted that he had rebelled too late.

The Qin State is not as powerful as imagined.

If he knew this, why did he pick up a hoe and farm with those untouchables? It's been a time of unbearable years.

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

Some time ago, a farmer who was farming with him came to the door, and he ate and drank well and entertained him.

As a result, the peasant spoke ill of him all over his palace, saying that he could not farm, that he wept bitterly at his first meal, and that he had peeked at a woman breastfeeding and swallowing saliva.

Chen Sheng was very angry, although he knew that this was the truth, but the truth could be said?

Chen Sheng, who was angry, casually found an excuse and killed the old man.

A pariah is a pariah!

(End of chapter)