The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 45 Nightmare, the Difficult King

Wang Jian did not drive away the guards.

During the curfew, if these guards walked around the streets freely, they would be seen by soldiers from the capital who were patrolling the city and reporting the night watch, which would be a big trouble.

He drove the four-horse royal carriage with a black bird pattern engraved on the outer carriage, which was exclusively for Prince Chengjiao, into the courtyard.

"As a crime."

He picked up the young man with a slight act of presumption and carried him into the carriage.

Wang Jian stepped into the front room of the carriage, resumed his old duties, and was about to set off.

"Wait, my brother hasn't come up yet.

"Brother?"

After listening to the prince's words, Wang Jian was relieved of his confusion.

The young man who suddenly appeared after he left and was able to sit with the young master was the brother Zhi Qin that the young master kept talking about.

He should call him the eldest son.

"My Lord, please."

Wang Jian spoke politely, but he didn't move at all, sitting firmly on the ground.

Like the 800 Qinling Mountains surrounding Guanzhong, they silently protect the security of the Qin State.

"I won't go in. I'll just stay outside the carriage." Ying Zheng got in the carriage and sat next to Wang Jian. He said, "You always praise Wang Jian in front of me. Today I finally get to see the real person. I must meet him in person."

The four horses raised their hooves, stepping on the bloodstains that could not be washed away.

The wheel turned, crushing the fragrant incense ashes.

"Cheng Jiao often mentioned the warrior to me. Seeing him today is better than hearing about him."

"My Lord, you are too kind. Jian's rough appearance deceived you. This is fake bravery. When Jian killed someone for the first time, he was seventeen years old and wet his crotch. You killed someone at the age of seven without changing your expression. You are a true warrior."

"Zheng also peed himself the first time he killed someone, and the person he killed was a beggar. This is human nature, and it doesn't mean you are not a warrior. Cheng Jiao is a child prodigy, and we don't compete with child prodigies."

"What the eldest master said is absolutely right."

The two chatted all the way, their voices neither too loud nor too quiet.

Ying Chengjiao had his eyes open, sitting in the carriage that was very close to each other, separated only by a curtain, and heard nothing.

That night, Liyi Palace was brightly lit.

Prince Chengjiao couldn't sleep.

He played Landlord with his brother Wang Jian, who also said he couldn't sleep, all night and won.

In the morning, after breakfast, we played mahjong for three people for a while.

As it was approaching the 9th hour, Master Chengjiao began to feel sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and said he didn't want to play anymore.

Everyone was driven out of Li Yi Palace, even Ying Zheng and Wang Jian were no exception.

Then he closed the door of Li Yi Palace and the door of the back room in the palace, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

A rustling sound in the dim back room woke him up.

He opened his eyes, sleepily, and followed the sound.

The sound seemed to come from the ground, and he planned to go down.

With my shoes on and my butt still sitting on the bed, I felt my right ankle suddenly grabbed.

A thrill.

He kicked hard, jumped back onto the bed, and when he looked down he shouted:

"Come here! There's an assassin!"

Mr. Zhao Gao crawled out from under the bed, naked, with his body covered with red bleeding spots as big as pinholes.

When he turned around, he saw a purple, slightly swollen face covered in blood, grinning at him.

The tongue in the mouth is purple and black.

No one came.

The seven-year-old boy continued to yell, shrinking into the bed, quickly and rapidly.

Zhao Gao climbed up the bed sheet that was carefully tailored by the tailor and crawled towards him with his body twisted as if he had no bones.

Slowly, but getting closer.

The ten nails on its front claws were one foot long and shiny black.

"Little Qin dog, Gao said that he wants you to be buried with him."

Zhao raised his neck, with several grooves on it caused by strangulation, tangled together, and the bleeding spots on both sides of the throat were most obvious.

Ying Chengjiao didn't know why no one had come yet. He forgot that he was the one who drove everyone away.

Being forced to the corner of the bed, his blood rushed up. He picked up the pillowcase behind him and rushed forward to knock Zhao Gao down.

He pressed on Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao's head was hanging outside the bed, just as he had calculated.

He took the pillowcase and quickly wrapped it around Zhao Gao's neck twice, and put one knee against Zhao Gao's heart below the sternum.

The hands tightened and the knees pressed hard. "Die! Die!"

He could see in Zhao Gao's bulging eyes that his own eyes were bloodshot.

Zhao Gao stuck out his purple-black tongue, his eyes rolled back, and he laughed heartily.

His neck was deformed by the squeezing and the pillowcase was sunken. I don’t know how he could smile.

Smiling is not enough.

He opened his mouth and blood gurgled up in his throat, making his voice old and hoarse.

"Cheng Jiao~"

"Cheng Jiao~"

The blood flowed up and soaked the pillowcase.

Ying Chengjiao is not afraid.

The friction of the blood pillow towel can be increased, so he can use more force.

He pulled harder, as if he wanted to break Zhao Gao's neck, and shouted as he pulled:
"what!"

He woke up again.

A figure vaguely appeared in front of my eyes. He grabbed the pillowcase and rushed up like a clever monkey.

Around the neck!
This time it was not so smooth, and the pillowcase was grabbed by a big hand.

"My dear grandson, Grandfather made a mistake. He couldn't help himself yesterday and found two beauties to accompany him, but this crime doesn't deserve death."

Familiar voice.

Ying Chengjiao opened his eyes completely.

The old man with sparse hair sat by the bed, clutching the pillowcase with his hands covered with age spots, with a wry smile on his face.

"Big father..."

The young man loosened his grip, leaving the weapon in Qin Wangzhu's hand, and sat down dejectedly.

Qin Wangzhu threw away the pillowcase and moved closer.

"Having a nightmare?"

Ying Chengjiao did not answer. He sat there for a moment, staring blankly ahead.

"Father, being a king is really hard."

Qin Wangzhu was deeply touched and sighed deeply.

"Who says it's not?"

The boy continued to ask stupid questions.

"Does being a king mean killing people?"

The old King Qin half answered and half complained.

“Of course, and killing people is the easiest.

"Father, let me tell you about the recent troubles in Qin State.

“First, we have to talk about the Dujiangyan Irrigation System built by Li Bing. At a critical juncture, they were digging through dangerous shoals and clearing waterways, but they were short of manpower.

"If this happened in Guanzhong, we could just call in soldiers from nearby counties and prefectures, but that won't work in Bashu.

"That land was taken over not long ago, and the people are not convinced. The Ba and Shu people who could be summoned have already been summoned, and it is already difficult for the rest not to rebel, so how could they help you build a canal?

“The garrison soldiers cannot move either.

“As soon as we made a move, the local nobles raised their arms and called for resistance, and countless people rebelled.

“The project was not completed, but the land was gone first.

"Report from the border: The Hu people have closed the border again...

"The Zhao envoy was assassinated, and they demanded that we pay them 100,000 dan of grain...

"The Jing River is flooding again, and the harvest in Guanzhong is not good this year...

"Your father only sleeps less than three hours a day, so he has to make decisions and solve all these problems.

"Who to send, how much money to pay, whether to compensate for the grain, what attitude to take, whether the news is true or false...

“When ministers submitted memorials, he would read them carefully, analyze their public and private intentions, and come up with solutions.

“He reads tens of thousands of words every day.

"This is not like reading those storybooks where you just watch the fun and then forget about it."

Old King Qin kept talking for a long time before he stopped.

Ying Chengjiao opened a hole, and he let out the flood.

At the end, the old King Qin was deeply moved.

"Being a king is really hard."

(End of this chapter)