The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 282: Without seeing Chang'an, you don't know how high the mountains are

In the banquet room.

A skinny waiter was lying on the ground, concentrating on wiping the floor, his arms shaking all the time.

Today, a waiter of the same status as him died, and a dancer who was two levels higher in status than him also died.

The skinny waiter didn't know if he would die after seeing the miserable plight of the adults.

He lowered his head and picked up two broken teeth with trembling hands. The broken tooth roots were stained with dark red blood and made a slight "rustling" sound when rolling in his palm.

A drop of sweat slid down the sunken cheekbone and hung at the chin.

[Dead...] The skinny waiter looked even worse than Prince Dan of Yan who had his teeth knocked out.

If an adult loses his teeth, the child will lose his life.

The beads of sweat fell and broke into eight pieces on the ground, making a sound that no one could hear.

The skinny waiter noticed nothing and continued to mop the floor with a dejected look on his face.

a bit.

Another click.

What was wiped off was the blood of Prince Dan of Yan, and also the life of this slave.

His arms and hands were steady. He no longer worried about gain or loss. He was certain that he would lose.

He had already prepared himself mentally to die in the Bai family. If it really happened, then so be it. He had already accepted his fate.

The numb eyeballs reflected the light shadows floating in the blood, as if staring at his own soul.

He dared to die, but did not dare to resist.

This is the Qin State, and also the Warring States Period.

Twelve bronze goose and fish lanterns lit up the deer roe, and the brighter flames were accompanied by wisps of smoke.

A new pear wood chair with double armrests was moved to the main seat, and the chair was covered with a complete tiger skin that extended from the seat to the back.

Young Master Cheng Jiao was sitting on a chair with a big horse and a golden sword, but he didn't use the armrests.

He pressed his right leg with his right elbow and his left knee with his left palm. His body rose and fell, he breathed heavily, and he stared at Prince Dan of Yan, who was sandwiched between Master Yi and Master Bai Ma of Zhao on his right.

"Please calm down, my lord." Prince Bai Ma smiled apologetically and held up the wine jar, using his sleeves to cover the unrecognizable face of Prince Dan of Yan. "Yan is a cold and remote country with barbaric people. They don't know how to cherish women and don't understand the etiquette of our country. When Yan people say they like legs, they just like legs, not..."

"Baima." Chang'an Jun suddenly interrupted Baima and called him by his name.

Both behaviors are very impolite.

Bai Ma looked a little uncomfortable, but he quickly calmed down and changed his words:
"Please speak, my lord."

"I am the Prime Minister of Yan State." Ying Chengjiao pointed at his nose and looked into the white horse's eyes: "Do you think I understand the etiquette of Yan State?"

[I forgot that this guy had been to Yan State!] The white horse holding the cup in both hands trembled slightly, and complimented respectfully:
"Your Excellency naturally understands the etiquette of the banquet."

"So what did you just say to me?" Ying Chengqiu bent down and grabbed a wine bottle.

The boy was just like playing the game of pitching a pot.

He tilted his head slightly, opened one eye and closed it, and held the wine bottle in his right hand as he aimed at the white horse.

The wine jar swayed back and forth, and seemed to be about to come out.

Bai Ma's heart beat up and down, rising with the back swing of the wine bottle, and falling with the front swing of the wine bottle. The sticky cold sweat on the back of his neck soaked through his collar, and the chill snaked along his spine.

He didn't know when the wine bottle would fall, but he knew it would definitely fall.

Just like the skinny waiter mopping the floor, he doesn't know when he will die, but he knows he will die.

The skinny waiter accepted his fate, and the white horse... also accepted it.

[If you want to smash it, just do it quickly! What the hell are you doing with your gestures?] Bai Ma’s face could no longer remain natural, and it was distorted with traces of anger, fear, and shame.

"Why did you lie to me?" The boy said in a relaxed tone, taking the final aim: "Don't you think I'm a fool?"

The wine bottle was released, not thrown out like an arrow, but smashed out like a baseball!

As fast as the wind!

The invasion is like fire!

With a dull thud, the white horse felt a sharp pain in the head and saw stars.

The pain was ten times greater than the one he felt in his heart, causing the eldest son of the Bai family to let out a cry of pain as loud as that of Prince Dan of Yan before:

"what!"

Bai Ma covered the place where he was hit, which happened to be an old scabbed wound.

The wound burst open and blood splattered on the ground.

The skinny waiter who was cleaning the floor took a numb look at the blood spot on the ground in the distance, lowered his head, wet the linen in the basin, washed it thoroughly, and wrung it dry.

The blood color spreads in the clear water, as if cinnabar is spreading on the raw rice paper.

[It's dirty again.] He lived a little longer, his life was extended a little, but he was not happy. His head hurt, and his heart hurt.

Knowing that Ying Chengjiao was going to throw a wine jar at Bai Ma, he decided not to dodge and suffered considerable physical and mental damage.

It was as if that brat knew he didn't dare to hide!
humiliation!

This humiliation exceeded the physical pain, and even made Bai Ma begin to regret speaking for Prince Dan of Yan, and then regret having pulled that boy away together with Zhao Yi.

Among the three people who were beaten, Zhao Yi, who was the least injured, felt a dull pain in his wrist, and his eyes became brighter.

Yan Dan, who was standing next to Zhao Yi, had swollen cheeks, speech was leaking, and his right eye was so swollen that he couldn't open it. He could only squint it into a line, with a gleam of light gradually growing in the line.

Ying Chengjiao, who was sitting in the host seat, leaned back, pressing down the tiger hair on the back of the chair, and narrowed his eyes:
"A thousand-mile horse is a treasure worth a thousand gold coins. Killing a horse to take its liver is a foolish act and even a disaster for the country. I will not eat it.

“But I do like to eat horse liver.

“If you, the Bai family, dare to extend your claws into my palace again, I will taste the liver of your white horse.

"If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

The white horse lowered its head and said nothing.

Prince Dan of Yan endured the pain and secretly observed Chang'an Jun.

Zhao Yi looked directly at Chang'an Jun with burning eyes.

Ying Chengjiao waited for a moment to give the eldest son of the Bai family some time. The armrests of the tiger-skin chair were tapped by his fingertips, making a regular "tapping" sound.

The eldest son of the Bai family was useless, so Young Master Cheng Jiao snorted coldly and stopped waiting:

"I know what you are thinking. You want to borrow the King's Qin Sword to chop off my head.

"I hit you first, so I won't bother with your family about what happened before. If you dare to make any small moves again, I'll say the same thing again, you can have a try."

Bai Ma looked up, smiled bitterly, and there was blood between his fingers as he covered his head:

"Your Excellency has misunderstood. How dare the Bai Family murder you? It is Bai Ma who truly supports you."

"You are not worthy." Ying Chengjiao interrupted for the second time with an impatient look on his face: "Let Bai Fan and Bai Jia come!"

Bai Ma's face flushed, his blood boiled, and he, who had always wanted to do something big, wanted to open his mouth to refute.

However, under the gaze of the boy who just turned thirteen during the Chinese New Year, he dared not speak. His Adam's apple rolled three times before he finally swallowed all the words, stammering.

A childhood prodigy, admired by three kings.

The five countries have prime ministers, and the young men are called Zi.

Before today, Bai Ma Dang Ying Cheng Jiao was ignorant of political tactics and did not know how to behave as a human being.

These things were ignored.

Today, Ying Chengjiao saw through Bai Ma from inside out and realized that Ying Chengjiao was not a person who was only knowledgeable but not knowledgeable about accidents.

All the great things Ying Chengjiao had done turned into mountains, weighing down Bai Ma, making it difficult for him to breathe and causing him enormous pressure.

"Yan Dan, you and I have met each other a long time ago in Yan State." Ying Chengjiao looked away, and Bai Ma breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Dan, who was hiding between the two men, stood up from his seat and faced Chang'an Jun with his unrecognizable face:

"Your Excellency's elegance is even better than before." Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and slowly flowed down his chin.

Ying Chengjiao was indifferent, unmoved by his own creation:
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you know why I hit you?"

"Dan acted on his own initiative and misinterpreted your words. He has brought this upon himself." Prince Dan of Yan said in a deep voice.

He judged Master Chengjiao by his own standards.

He didn't care whether a woman was killed or not.

What he cares about is that he said he liked the person, but the person died.

This is a slap in the face and an offense to his dignity.

"Yes, you are smarter than that horse." Ying Chengjiao praised one and praised the other, his face full of sarcasm: "You can say such nonsense as cherishing women. The Bai family should really think carefully about the successor."

Prince Dan of Yan remained silent.

Gongzi Chengjiao could say such words, but he could not agree with them.

But he couldn't object, as he didn't want to offend Master Chengjiao again because of Master Bai Ma.

Swollen eyelids covered two-thirds of his eyeballs. With the remaining one-third of his eyes, Prince Dan of Yan glanced at the white horse:
[This boy is far inferior to Lord Chang'an.]
Bai Ma saw that Prince Dan of Yan was silent and did not speak for him, and he felt resentful and felt that he should not have pulled that boy.
[You should be beaten to death by this bastard!]
"Yan Dan." The young master Cheng Jiao, who was slightly alienated by the words, seemed to feel nothing. He raised his head slightly and put on a high attitude: "You want to go home."

Without waiting for Yan Prince Dan to answer, he looked at Zhao's former Prince Yi and said in a statement:

"You want to go home too."

The young man's tone was firm, just like he was sure that the white horse would not dare to hide.

Marquis Chunping of Zhao and Prince Dan of Yan carried the same mountain on their white horses.

Without seeing Chang'an, you don't know how high the mountains are.

(End of this chapter)