The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 310: Those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.
The two brothers stood together, and Bai Fan did not beg the King of Qin, but begged the King of Qin's younger brother.

Ying Chengjiao's lips moved slightly, forming a thin line so tight that not even a piece of thin paper could fit through.

This smile seemed very cold:
"Master Bai, you are at the end of your rope and you still want to alienate me and the king? The king is standing here. You are guilty but you don't ask for forgiveness from the king, but beg me. Aren't you making the king suspicious of me?"

Bai Fan's face changed drastically, and he said in panic:
"Fan has absolutely no such intention, Fanwuwuwu!"

The Qin sword that failed to pierce King Zheng of Qin pierced into Bai Fan's mouth and went straight into his throat.

Bai Fan wailed in pain, his eyes filled with hatred and blood filling his pupils.

Under unbearable pain, he actually gathered strength out of hatred and struggled to get up.

Ying Chengjiao snatched the Qin sword from the waist of the official beside him, and swung it with both hands.

A line of blood first appeared on Bai Fan's throat, and then all the blood gushed out and poured onto Ying Chengjiao's head and face.

Ying Chengjiao took two steps back, avoiding the blood, and handed the Qin sword to the official beside him.

The official looked at Chang'an Jun, whose expression remained unchanged, and took it with awe.

There is nothing to be afraid of when killing people. When he attacked the capital of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, he killed sixteen people with his own hands before he was able to become a palace official.

He killed someone when he was under thirteen years old, but he remained calm. He is worthy of being the Lord of Chang'an.

Ying Chengjiao raised his sleeve to wipe his face. The strong smell of blood lingered in his nose and could not be dispelled. He apologized:
"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with you. There was no blood when I killed your son. Now I know that when I kill your father later, there will be no blood on your body."

Bai Fan was still conscious, his eyes bulged as if they were about to fall out, and he staggered like a zombie, trying to raise his hands to grab Ying Cheng Jiao.

Qin Wangzheng kicked Bai Fan down and touched his brother's head. His hands were covered in blood.

"Don't worry, I won't fall for his tricks. I will never be suspicious of you."

"I know." Ying Chengjiao said softly, "Master Bai doesn't have that intention either."

The young man raised his head and Bai Fan's blood flowed down his cheek.

The moonlight is not bright tonight and the breeze is cool, which is suitable for killing.

A drop of blood gathered from the boy's jaw and fell onto his collar:
"The survival of a family depends on the thoughts of others. Those who kneel down and kowtow to send their entire family to death in order for the family to continue will not and dare not play tricks on you and me at this time.

"He asked me instead of you because he doesn't believe you. I am the most virtuous Lord Chang'an in the world and the youngest prince since ancient times.

"I promised not to kill, and I really mean it."

The hand that Qin Wangzheng was rubbing his brother's hair slightly raised, slapped him hard, and scolded with a smile:
"Brother! If you keep talking like that, I'm really going to be suspicious of you!"

King Zheng of Qin waved his hand, and the imperial guards launched an attack on the Bai family, which was mainly composed of women.

All that could be heard were shrill screams, hateful curses, and miserable pleas for mercy.

Qin Wang Zheng, who didn't want to listen to this, closed his ears, which were also covered with blood. He was a little unhappy with the noise and pulled his brother's arm:

"Let's go back to the palace."

The boy pulled his arm back with force:

"Brother, go back first. I'll stay for a while."

King Zheng of Qin frowned and looked around. Blood and flesh were flying everywhere, just like hell on earth. What was so good about hell?
"My dear brother, what else do you want to do?" King Zheng of Qin seemed a little helpless, for he knew that his brother did not like this scene.

Ying Chengjiao smiled, but very forcedly, and said nothing.

"I'll accompany you." Fearing that his brother might do something bad again, King Zheng of Qin stood still, scratching his ear from time to time to pick off a blood scab.

The noises around him annoyed him, as did the dried blood on his ears.

He really wanted to find out why his brother refused to leave.

It’s just that expression on my brother’s face… Never mind, I won’t ask anymore.

His hair was tied into several clumps by blood, and drops of blood would occasionally drip in front of the boy's eyes.

The young man silently watched the massacre he led, watching beautiful women, slaves, gangsters, and children fall in a pool of blood one by one.

Four years ago, he saw the Changguo Palace in Yan State after the entire family was wiped out.

There is no woman who is not violated.

He stood here supervising, and the imperial guards could do nothing but kill people.

That's the reason.

He couldn't say it.

He felt he was hypocritical for killing an entire family and still caring whether the women were violated or not.

Sword Saint Gai Nie has always been by his lord's side and witnessed everything.

He heard Bai Fan's final prayer and saw his master's response.

The white clothes fluttered slightly in the wind.

The wind was too weak to bring out the rustling sound, but the Sword Master had the rustling sound in his heart.

He quickly lowered his head.

Just before he lowered his head, he saw a child who looked only six or seven years old throwing himself on a beautiful woman and shouting "Mom".

The child cried and shouted, not seeing Qin Jian's shadow reflected on his mother's body.

The child's cries could no longer be heard, and Gai Nie could not help but speak out:

"Sir, are we going to kill children who are younger than the wheelbarrow?
"The children don't know anything and didn't do anything. They are innocent. The Bai family's affairs have nothing to do with them!
"During the Battle of Changping, Bai Qi sent all the scouts who were below the level of Lungu back to Handan!"

The Sword Master's tone unconsciously carried a hint of questioning, which was seriously contrary to his thoughts.

If the person who sent the attack was not his master, the Chengying Sword would have been unsheathed to take the person's life.

Xiang Lifu, who had already lowered his head, looked towards Chang'an Jun as the Sword Saint said this.

Although he only obeyed Ying Chengjiao's orders, it did not mean that he had lost his own thoughts. He had long since stopped watching things that Gai Nie could not stand.

Ying Chengjiao did not say anything. The atmosphere in the field was slightly stagnant, and only the sounds of screaming and wailing could be heard.

Gai Nie's right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword without him noticing.

King Zheng of Qin, who was filled with anger just by listening, looked at his brother and pulled up his black bear skin jacket with an unhappy look on his face.

After a long while, Ying Chengjiao said softly:
"Mr. Guy has not drawn his sword yet. He is asking me for a reason that can convince me, right?"

This time it was Gai Nie's turn to remain silent, but he gripped the hilt of the sword with even more force with his right hand.

"I understand. Then I will give Mr. Gai a reason." Ying Chengjiao said with a smile: "Mr. Gai said that they are innocent and that the Bai family's affairs have nothing to do with them. Aren't they Bai family members?"

"They are only related to the Bai family by a clan name." Gai Nie's face was extremely cold: "They are still young and cannot do evil things. When adults do evil, the consequences will not reach children."

"Why don't children suffer when adults commit evil?"

"Those evil things were not done by the children, nor were they instigated by the children to do them, so why should they bear the calamity?"

"Because they were born in the Bai family."

"Being born in the Bai family means that one must bear the disasters of the Bai family. What kind of logic is this? Can they decide their own birth?"

"The reason is that they have servants to serve them since they were born, and their food, drinks, and toys are all provided by the Bai family. These are things that a child from an ordinary family in Xianyang can only dream of."

"..."

"Ordinary people don't use ten kilograms of oil a year, and don't eat meat ten times a year. But the cooking oil they use in a month is more than ten kilograms, and they eat meat whenever they want. They enjoy the favorable environment provided by the Bai family, so they have to bear the disasters of the Bai family. Can you accept this reason, Mr. Gai?"

"..."

"Mr. Gai didn't say anything, it seems he still doesn't accept it. Then the benefit to the child will not be harmed. Mr. Gai, do you think this is reasonable?"

Gai Nie continued to remain silent and loosened his right hand, feeling even colder.

A few days later, the swordsmanship of the Sword Master improved by a huge margin and became three points more powerful than before.

Xiang Lifu's face was solemn, and his lips moved slightly:

“Benefits and disasters.

"No, this is not right. The child should not die. What is wrong? What is wrong?"

Qin Mo squatted on the ground, leaning on his hammer, thinking hard, but couldn't figure it out. Ying Chengjiao, who had given the reason, ignored the two of them, and a damned dead white horse kept running around in his mind.

Benefits to the family, disasters to the family.

Good things don’t extend to family members, and bad things don’t extend to family members.

This was his philosophy before he killed the white horse.

After Bai Ma told him that it was not that he was right, but that he was strong, his beliefs were shaken.

To this day, he still feels that the idea of ​​benefiting others and harming others is correct, but it is no longer a belief he holds.

Bai Ma used his death to deeply imprint the eight words "there is no right or wrong, only strong and weak" in Ying Chengjiao's heart.

Long before Bai Ma's death, Gongsun Long's last words "It's not me who died, it's the world that died" took root in Ying Chengjiao's heart like a seed without Ying Chengjiao's knowledge, and has now sprouted.

The wind is blowing.

The wind blew and the blood-stained clothes on Ying Chengjiao fluttered.

Is it the wind that's moving?

Or is it the clothes that are moving?
It's the wind that's moving.

It's the clothes that move.

It's heartbeat.

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you." Ying Chengjiao murmured to himself.

He lowered his head and looked down to his side.

He saw himself four years ago.

Four years ago, he was nearly a head shorter than he is now. He looked at the scene in front of him with grief and indignation, and suddenly raised his head and asked loudly:
"You are no different from the King Xi of Yan who wiped out the entire Lejian family!"

"No difference," he answered, with almost no ripples in his heart.

He has clearly realized that he is different, that he has changed, and he feels that this change is not a good thing.

But if he wants to continue on his path...

He waved his hand, scattering himself from four years ago.

The knowledge he had learned made him not think that this change was a good thing, but his heart thought otherwise.

The young seedling in his heart was swaying, his posture was charming and coquettish, and he didn't care about the eyes around him.

"It's not me who died, it's the world that died." Gongsun Long said softly that day.

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish." Ying Chengjiao said softly today.

This world exists because of him, and it can become whatever he wants it to be.

The villains are in power. If they don't do what I want, I'll kill them all!

"You bastard! I'm still here!" Qin Wang Zheng rubbed his brother's hair vigorously, bent down, and said with an unhappy face: I am the king! Only I can say this! Those who obey me will prosper! Those who oppose me will perish!"

"If you want it, I'll give it to you." Ying Chengjiao chuckled, "Have you thought about how to deal with it tomorrow?"

"No, I'll think about it when I get back to the palace. We still have one night left."

"Go back to bed and we'll talk about it tomorrow. You were like this when you were little. You had to finish your homework before going to bed, and you weren't afraid of being exhausted."

"This matter was caused by you. How dare you say that to me?"

"Send troops to kill all the Bai family members overnight."

"Brother, where is your wisdom? Don't you think before you speak? The Bai family in Xianyang can be killed, but how can we kill all the people in Yongcheng and Liyang?"

As one of the three major aristocratic families of the old Qin Dynasty, the Bai family is widely distributed.

The direct descendants of the Bai family live in the Bai family mansion, and the descendants of the collateral branches each have their own houses.

Qin law stipulates that men must separate from their families when they reach adulthood.

Although the Qin law that restricted common people did not apply to the Bai family, the Bai family did not have the strange habit of forcing everyone in the family to live together.

A centipede is still alive even after death. It is almost impossible to completely destroy the Bai family without leaving a trace of blood.

Qin Wang Zheng kicked Bai Fan's body irritably:
“You shouldn’t actually kill him, he’s already confessed.

"With Bai Fan's confession, even though today's incident may not convince them, it won't make them take any radical actions either."

"Bai Fan must die, and Bai Jia must die too." Ying Chengjiao disagreed: "As long as these two are alive, the Bai family will have a backbone, and there is a chance for revival."

"I wasn't afraid of him when he was a raging fire, so why should I be afraid of his revival?" King Zheng of Qin sneered.

"I'm afraid, is it okay to be afraid?" Ying Chengjiao said helplessly: "If you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze."

King Qin Zheng looked at his brother with blood on his face for a while, then smiled happily:
“That’s not really something you could say.

"I am very happy that you can say such words."

After a while.

Deng Ling returned from school and brought back Bai Jia's body.

The neck of the old master Bai, who was already terminally ill, was covered in blood, and he died in the same way as his son.

The body was very cold, as cold as iced sour plum soup.

Not long after that.

The official poured fish oil on the floor and threw torches at the beams.

The flames rose up, engulfing the carved doors and windows, the bamboo books, and the ancestral tablets...

The Bai family’s century-old foundation turned into flames that soared into the sky.

The smell of burnt corpse smoke lingered, making the night hazy.

Several wailing sounds were heard among the ruins.

The cicada pretending to be dead jumped up and ran for its life.

As soon as he climbed over the wall, he was shot to death by the officials who were waiting outside the wall to finish him off.

The body was nailed to the wall and blood was dripping down the tiles.

The officials exerted their strength and threw the cicada into the sea of ​​fire.

The flames devoured the cicada's body, which was full of pain and holes, and it didn't even have the strength to get up.

In pain, he thought of the day when he became famous and that cicada that could not escape from his palm no matter how hard it ran.

The fire burned his skin and his fat, making a sizzling sound.

It sounds like the chirping of cicadas.

The Bai family did not die out, but the Bai family died.

The fire burned half the sky red, and the night became as dark as day.

Under the red light.

Outside the Bai family residence.

Thousands of guards surrounded the imperial army and were approaching like a black tide.

Peng Fei, one of the Nine Lords, stood on the chariot in armor, with the tiger talisman in his hand shining bright red in the fire:

"With today's success, you will all be heroes in founding the country!
“If it doesn’t work out!
"In the court, the heads of your parents, wives and children are waiting for you!"

Another of the Nine Lords sat astride a warhorse, drew his bow, and shot an arrow.

Among the imperial guards, an official was shot in the throat and staggered backward.

Before he fell, he saw the archer holding up his longbow and heard him shouting:
"The King of Qin is unjust! He slaughtered his good ministers! God will kill him!"

Another loud shout echoed the thief:
"Kill Qin Zheng! King Lu Xiang!"

(End of this chapter)