"If you fight on the battlefield, he may not be inferior to you. If you fight in court, you may not be inferior to him."

The drunkard chuckled, obviously not taking Ying Chenggan's words to heart.

The way he gets along with Ying Chengxuan is very casual. The two of them are more like friends than a master and a retainer.

"I can't be a villain with honey on his mouth but a sword in his belly."

Ying Chengyu leaned over the table and touched the drunkard's chest.

"Who are you talking about? Are you beating me around the bush and scolding me? Do you still want to hang out with me?"

"When have I ever scolded you? Hahahaha! I never meant that. Don't blame me, sir!" The drunkard finally reacted.

Both Ying Chengyu and Meng Tian have their own agendas, and they are the same. When he just said Meng Tian, ​​he was talking about Ying Chengyu.

The two of them laughed and quarreled for a while, drinking and eating food, behaving casually.

"Your Majesty has not asked about the political affairs of the Qin State for a long time. Why did you change your mind because of Ying Fusu? As a young master, he has become a sword in the hands of Confucianism. Why should your Majesty spend your time on such a stupid person?"

"Do you really think Fusu doesn't know Confucian ideas?"

Chewing meat in his mouth, the drunkard muttered: "If he knew, why would he contradict King Qin? Unless he is a crazy person!"

"You are right, my eldest nephew is a crazy person!"

The drunkard raised his eyebrows and gave Ying Chengyu a suspicious look.

The eldest son of Qin State is benevolent, kind, and courageous. He is polite and gentle to others.

If you say that such a person is crazy, Your Majesty, you think I have damaged my brain by drinking, right?

"If you still don't believe it, come here and let me explain it to you!"

"No need!"

The drunkard refused with a push of his hand, looking cautious.

"Your Majesty, you are very good at deceiving people, and you have even deceived me into coming to Qin. But you can't just stare at me and deceive me alone, can you? A girl on the grassland will not just gather wool to make clothes.

Sheep will make the sheep bald."

Ying Chengyu was furious.

"Who deceived you? You drunkard! You are ignorant! I taught you well, but you bit me back!"

"The term "uneducated and unskilled" is exclusive to you, Your Majesty, in Xianyang City."

"I have an idea, and I want to give you two words. I hope you will keep them in mind - I am pure when the whole world is dirty, and I am sober when everyone is drunk! Don't be blinded by worldly prejudices!"

"Your Majesty, your sentiments are the same as Qu Yuan's. Qu Yuan wrote these two sentences in "The Fisherman"."

"You still watch "The Fisherman"? Are you literate?"

"Writing also depends on the art of war. How can a famous general be illiterate?"

"Yes, I have!"

Ying Chengqiao smiled coldly.

"The famous general Li Yunlong was illiterate, but he was still able to command the Battle of Pinangrad that changed the situation of the war!"

"Li Yunlong? Why haven't I heard of this name? Which country's famous general is it? Where is Pinangrad? I can memorize the entire map and make sure there is no such place name on it. Your Majesty, you have started to fool me again."

"I have also realized that the more ignorant people are, the more they like to question others. Qu Yuan never said this, right?"

"Your Majesty, have you admitted that you plagiarized Qu Yuan's works?"

"No, I just had the same sentiment as Qu Yuan."

The drunkard said sincerely: "How thick-skinned is your Majesty? Even if I scratch your face with the sword made by Ou Yezi, I won't be able to leave any scars on your face."

Ou Yezi was a native of Yue in the early Warring States Period and the originator of sword making. Half of the top ten famous swords were made by Ou Yezi.

The King of Chu's sword, Tai'a sword, and the King of Yue's sword, Chunjun sword, were both forged by Ou Yezi.

Each of the swords forged by Ou Yezi is unrivaled in sharpness and is the best among swords.

"Drunkard, can you go and bring me Touman's head now?"

Touman is the name of the Xiongnu Chanyu.

The Chanyu of the Xiongnu is equivalent to the emperor of Qin.

The Huns are the most powerful ethnic group of the Hu people.

"Okay, just give me 200,000 people."

"I can only give you 20 people. I heard that famous generals can defeat more with less. You are a famous general in the world. I believe you will bring me Touman's head."

"Why does Your Majesty want to kill me? Did I say something wrong that offended Your Majesty?"

"Of course not. I'm not a stingy person. I just want Touman's head."

The drunkard stared at Ying Chengyu for a long time, knocked on the table three times, blinked seven times, and suddenly smiled.

He picked up a jar of strong wine and poured it into his mouth along the mouth of the jar without using a bottle.

"Save some for me! I won't drink anymore!"

Ying Chengyu tried to stop him several times, but to no avail.

Snap~

The wine jar fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

There was no spillage of wine, only a few drops of wine could be seen on the fragments of the jar.

Meng Tian and Ying Chengyu drank half of the jar together, and they became drunk with the strong wine. The drunkard drank the entire jar clean.

The drunkard's eyes were dim, he stood up and burped, and the whole house smelled of alcohol.

He staggered out and was grabbed by Ying Chengyu's shoulders.

"What are you going to do? I was just joking."

The drunkard turned his head, his eyes were as bright as stars, and shouted: "I will go and bring Touman's head back to you!"

Ying Cheng laughed angrily and shouted: "Do you have 200,000 troops?"

The drunkard became louder.

"I have!"

Thump~

The pair of stars dimmed, and he tilted his body and fell drunk on Ying Chengyu.

"In addition to smelling like alcohol, you also have a fart!"

"……I have."

The drunkard's voice was much softer. Perhaps he was drunk, his head was confused, and he couldn't shout anymore.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids kept falling down again and again.

During these dozen opening and closing times, he saw those familiar and young figures again.

The young people, whose faces were still childlike and whose beards had not yet grown on their chins, were shouting loudly.

"General! Didn't you say that drinking would cause trouble? You are not allowed to drink during war!"

"General! Where did you go in the last battle? Without you! We can't stop the Qin army!"

"General! Are you surrendering to Qin? Didn't we agree that we would never surrender to the death?"

I have, it turns out, I really have...

The drunkard was drunk, Ying Chengqiao sighed softly.

"No matter how much you drink, you can't survive."

Most of the wine in Chang'an Jun's Mansion went into the drunkard's mouth.

Drunkards get drunk three times a day, every day.

Drunk life and dreaming of death - living people are drunk and dreaming of death.

Meng Mansion.

Meng Ao, who had served four generations of Qin monarchs, was lying on a soft couch with white hair, listening to his grandson Meng Tian's complete account of what happened in the Chang'an palace.

"The eldest son and I were stopped in the mansion by Ying Chengyu. This son went to the palace, and his majesty really changed his mind. What the prime ministers left and right couldn't do, he was forced to do it. The eldest son really did it.

Staying for now! Dad, why are you not surprised at all?"

General Meng Ao of the Qin Kingdom sat up and hunched his back. Meng Tian hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"I'm surprised. Your Majesty's relationship with Lord Chang'an has always been very good. You, the younger generation, don't know it. If Lord Chang'an didn't give up the throne of King Qin back then...forget it, it's all in the past. Talking about him is a bitch.

."

Meng Ao was half finished talking, but Meng Tian realized that there was something hidden in this and kept asking questions.

But no matter how much he pressed, the great father who usually told him everything he knew remained silent and refused to reveal any information.
To be continued...