The storm of the tower

"I heard that when the Zhao capital Handan was broken, three thousand children jumped down the city wall and shouted, "The Zhao people will never surrender to Qin." Their voices are so powerful! You are also a Zhao people, why don't you learn the courage and self-esteem of those children?"

On the table of four people, a young Confucian scholar with a fair face rose up in anger and walked to the servant and scolded him.

He must have been just over the age of the crown. Seeing that he didn't even have a calluse on his hands, he knew that he had been pampering since childhood and had never done farm work.

"The difference between humans and animals is that people know etiquette and have shame. Chang'an Jun doesn't want to lay the animal skin here, but wants you to lie down. Isn't this thinking that you are not even as good as the fur of animals? How can you be so at ease with such a great insult?"

The servant's forehead was against the ground, and a slight smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils.

He dared not refute, nor did he dare to speak, he did not want to die.

Everyone here has the power to determine his life and death, and he cannot be disrespectful to anyone.

The subordinates are slaves, and slaves are not protected by Qin law.

Under the premise that life is not guaranteed, the ministers and concubines have long lost the ability to argue, and they are all left to beg for mercy, obey, and panic.

"The Zhao people are so mean! I'm willing to be so mean by that man! I'm dirty with my eyes!"

"Looking at the joy on the face of the prince, hum, the villain is successful! This Zhao man is indifferent and has no intentions and faces, and is perfect for that prince!"

"These four Confucian scholars have short-sighted knowledge. If I attack me, I will instruct people in advance to drag their ministers away. If the ministers do not see each other, then the behavior of the prince not treating others as human beings is a final conclusion. No matter how hard he can defend himself, he will be a loss and will not fall into such a situation!"

"What big can a few corrupt scholars who claim to be noble and can only read books if they can't even afford a beauty!"

The previous young Confucian scholar was attacked by Ying Chengqiu, which caused some changes in the direction of the guests' speech.

Seeing the situation worsening, the young Confucian scholar saw that the servants on the ground didn't reply to him, making it difficult for him to get back to the situation. The humiliation in his heart exploded instantly.

He pulled out his sword from his waist and slashed at the servants on the ground without hesitation.

He wants to kill this servant!

He also killed the humiliation he suffered!

Confucian Confucius divided people into three categories and promoted the ritual system. Confucianism was a typical aristocratic theory.

The benevolence in Confucianism is for people.

And slaves are not humans.

If a slave feels humiliated, he should be killed.

The young Confucian scholar's sword is not fast.

The moment he drew his sword, the guards on the tower had no time to stop him.

But no guard on the shore has the intention to block it.

They stood there one by one, performed their duties conscientiously, and turned a blind eye to the actions of young Confucian scholars.

Why should people stop them if they want to kill their subordinates?

If they were insulted by their subordinates, they would have been angry.

This is the Qin Dynasty.

So people's attitude towards slaves is like this, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with this.

Dong~

Ying Chengzi smashed a bottle of wine on the head of a young Confucian scholar.

The young Confucian scholar was beaten and cried out in pain. He stepped back three or four steps. The sword in his hand fell to the ground and fell next to the servant's head.

The servant heard the sound of metal falling in his ears, and carefully turned his head and glanced out of the corner of his eyes.

The bright sword reflected the cold light, passing through the servant's eyes, making the servant tremble with all his heart, and he almost died!

He wanted to get up and run away, run back to Zhao State, and run back to the poor but warm home.

He hugged his mother and cried bitterly, and hugged his father and complained.

But in fact, he did not dare to act rashly, and was even more careful than before, and did not dare to move at all.

Move is death!

He can live a little longer if he lies here.

The servant was filled with fear, fear, and panic, but he did not have any resentment towards the young Confucian scholars.

He is a subordinate, a slave. Isn’t it normal for a slave to be killed?

This is the same in Zhao State.

"June, why is this!"

The female manager took out a pink handkerchief from her arms and wiped the saliva from Ying Chenghua's hand, feeling a little resentful.

If you ask him to kill him, killing a minister will have to pay one sum of money, which is enough for five concubines.

A humble Zhao man can die in the hands of his guests and get a fortune, which is a good deal.

Most slaves have low lifespans, and more than 90% of them die from illness, labor, and their masters beat them.

Ninety percent of these slaves died in vain and no one compensated them.

In Qinfa, slaves are private property. If they are beaten to death by others, they can be compensated, and the amount of compensation is far more than the money of buying and selling slaves.

If a slave can be beaten to death by others, then for most slave owners, this is something that will be accepted by the will of heaven and will be happy.

"Are you questioning me?" Ying Chengzuo chuckled.

He was not dissatisfied with his words, but the female manager had been managing the building for many years and had long been a slight and delicate heart.

She grabbed Ying Chengqiu's hand and reached into her clothes, and said flatteringly: "Don't be angry, I'm also in a hurry."

"It's so naughty!"

"Shameless!"

"Ying's misfortune!"

The guests condemned them with jealous eyes.

A female manager is not a beauty on the road, but a manager and does not need to accompany guests.

In the building, except Ying Chengqiu, no guest can take advantage of the female manager.

"Ying Chengqiu! You are so cruel that you beat my Confucian disciple and are accused of being the King of Chang'an, Qin!"

The young Confucian scholar held the young Confucian scholar who had red and swollen foreheads and scolded him fiercely.

On the table, the middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up together and walked towards him, looking at Ying Chenghua's eyes full of anger.

"This matter! Chang'an Jun must give an explanation!"

"Chang'an Jun is so rude that he has lost all the royal face!"

Ying Chengqiu started to tease these Confucian scholars, which was where they were prosperous.

Life is so boring, how many fools are willing to come up to add colors, why not?

But the moment the young Confucian scholar was unsheathed, Ying Chengqi lost his energy and did not want to say anything to these Confucian scholars anymore.

It is so majestic that he draws his sword and kills people when he has disagreement.

"I want a nonsense! You guys deserve it too!"

Ying Chengzuo sneered, picked up the plate full of dishes on the table and smashed it on the four people.

The four people were soon covered with vegetables, leaves, meat and various foods. All the soups and stains of various colors were poured on the four people, making the four people who were originally full of scholarly demeanor and were even more like beggars than beggars on the roadside.

"Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated!"

The young Confucian scholar's face turned purple and the duck screamed in a scream, and he pulled out his sword from his waist to fight Ying Chengqiu.

The young Confucian scholar's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling as he smelled all kinds of smells on his body. He had never suffered such humiliation.

"Ahhhhh! I'll kill you!"

He touched his waist with his hand and only touched the scabbard, he remembered that the sharp sword fell to the ground.

This reminded him of being injured by Ying Chenghua just now, and the severe pain on his forehead made him feel angry. He screamed and rushed to the long sword he fell on the ground.

"No! Junior brother! Take them away!"

"Jun Chang'an, today's humiliation will be rewarded in the future!"

The two older Confucian scholars were also full of anger, and they could see the rotten leaves on their faces.

They forced their teeth and claws to leave, and the two young Confucian scholars who were in a state of grief and anger.

The place where they were beaten was scattered, with pieces everywhere, and the leftovers were scattered all over the ground, a mess.

The guests were a little stunned.

Everyone is a person with status and status. Can’t you speak well? How can you do it?

I thought of the four Confucian scholars who went out were covered with vegetables, leaves and meat, and they were covered with strange smells.

The guests who were esteemed for their own identities changed a little, which was so embarrassing!
To be continued...