"Gane."

"I'm here."

The First Emperor threw away the memorial he had not finished reading and said bitterly: "Let that Shuzi give me an explanation!"

"only."

After Gai Nie left, Zhao Gao, who was missing an ear, came forward with a humble look on his face.

We present a nourishing medicinal soup made by the imperial physician Ling Xia Wujue, which contains rare medicinal materials such as ginseng, velvet antler, and Ganoderma lucidum.

The First Emperor took it with a gloomy face and took a few sips with a silver spoon.

He lowered his eyes and saw the shiny silver spoon in his hand, and dropped the spoon on the ground.

The silver spoon rolled on the ground several times, making a tinkling sound.

"Replace it with a wooden spoon. From now on, wooden spoons will be used in the palace."

"His Majesty."

Zhao Gao knelt on his knees, crossed his hands on the ground, with the backs of his hands facing up, and knocked his head on his hands.

"Silver changes color when exposed to poison. Eating with a silver spoon can protect your majesty's safety. I hope your majesty will take care of your holy body and don't act out of emotion."

The First Emperor stared at Zhao Gao's missing ear and said angrily: "How can you still speak for that Shuzi if he knocks off one of your ears?"

More than ten years ago, chopsticks and spoons in Xianyang Palace were all made of wood.

This is not because Qin Jun takes the lead in being frugal, but because wooden tableware is more insulating than metal tableware, more resistant to falling than ceramic tableware, and has a more fragrant smell than clay tableware.

However, as Young Master Cheng became more and more famous, he was able to realize the ambition of the ancestors of Qin to unify the world and create a great situation unprecedented in ancient and modern times. This was the blessing of Qin and the Ying family.

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Although he has no official position and no title, his voice in the Qin State is second only to the King of Qin. Most of the time, the King of Qin has to ask questions about his strategy with a shy face.

Prince Cheng, who was privately called the Little Qin King by several important officials, ordered that all the tableware in the palace be changed from wood to silver.

To this day, Xianyang Palace is under the control of the First Emperor, and chopsticks and spoons are still made of silver.

"Gao Fei speaks for the Lord of Chang'an, but is loyal to His Majesty. Please take care of your Holy Body."

Zhao Gao lay on the ground, with his head lowered, the words he spoke were natural and sincere.

The First Emperor's eyes kept flickering, as if he wanted to see through the heart of the young master Zhao who had known him since childhood and protected him countless times. Finally, his eyes were fixed on Zhao Gao's missing ear.

"Zhao Gao."

"I'm here."

"Will you be the second Guo Kaihu?"

Boom~

Zhao Gao moved his hands away and hit his head heavily on the hard ground.

The dull sound was accompanied by a bruised forehead and splattered blood.

Zhao Gao suffered a bloody head injury!

"His Majesty once said that the anger of an ordinary man can only be achieved by grabbing the earth and ears with his head. The courage of an ordinary man can only be high."

The red blood line is like a thin red rope, winding and flowing.

The First Emperor picked up the soup bowl, held it to his mouth with both hands and slurped it.

"You and I have known each other since childhood, and you have saved me from times of crisis many times. I don't want to kill you unless I have to."

Ziliu Ziliu~

The First Emperor drank as he talked, and a small bowl of medicinal soup fell into his belly.

"But you are forcing me to kill you."

Snap~

The porcelain bowl hit Zhao Gaotian within three inches of the spiritual cap. The broken porcelain slices cut off strands of black hair and stained red threads.

With his amazing hearing power, Zhao Gao could hear the sparse sounds of broken porcelain slag jumping on the ground.

The porcelain bowl shattered within easy reach, almost smashing his head.

Zhao Gao could hide, but he didn't. He deliberately controlled his body's dodge muscle instinct, like a heavy stone sculpture standing on the ground, not moving at all.

“The soup is very good.”

The First Emperor stood up and walked slowly.

A palace maid lowered her head and handed over a white handkerchief made of Sichuan brocade that exuded fragrance.

The First Emperor took it and held it in his hand, but wiped the soup stains from the corners of his mouth with his long sleeves.

The First Emperor took Zhao Gao's forearm, which was a little sore and numb due to the force of pressing on the ground, and pulled Zhao Gao up himself.

The other hand grabbed the white, unmarked and undecorated brocade handkerchief handed over by the palace maid, and wiped away the blood on Zhao Gao's forehead.

"I dare not trouble Your Majesty, Gao Zilai, Gao Zilai." Zhao Gaocheng was frightened.

The First Emperor did not argue with Zhao Gao, but threw the handkerchief to Zhao Gao and asked Zhao Gao to wipe it himself.

He stepped on a large piece of porcelain with his toes and dragged it hard. The hard porcelain piece rubbed against the equally hard ground, and a sharp sound that was unacceptable to ordinary people came from the two.

The First Emperor snorted coldly and said: "This porcelain bowl is you Zhao Gao. I have already killed you once. Don't be a treacherous minister like Guo Kai, and don't force me to kill you twice."

"Gao only acts as a sycophant, not a treacherous minister."

The sycophant flatters the country, and the treacherous minister misuses the power of the country.

Zhao Gao looked flattering and carefully stuffed the handkerchief handed over by the First Emperor into the lapel of his clothes.

Zhao Gao cleaned up the broken pieces of porcelain that the First Emperor had smashed, wrapped them in cloth, and put them in his arms.

When the First Emperor saw this, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Is this also in my arms? You are not afraid of being stabbed."

"This bowl represents Gao's death. It's too late for Gao Neng to be grateful, so how can he be afraid of being hurt by him." Zhao Gao bowed his hands and said with a humble face: "Gao will bear in mind His Majesty's holy grace."

"Ha." The First Emperor laughed, pointed at Zhao Gao and cursed: "You are really a sycophant."

"If I can make His Majesty smile, I will be a fawning minister and I will be willing to do so."

The First Emperor looked at Zhao Gao's smile that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and could no longer utter the words he had accumulated.

To say how much he believed in Zhao Gao, he actually didn't. He was just soft-hearted.

Since the abandoned son of the Zhao Kingdom grew up to be the lord of the world, his title changed from the insulting Zhao Zheng to king, and then to your majesty.

The First Emperor had met too many people in this wonderful life, including friends and confidants whom he thought we would share life and death with, as well as enemies and enemies whom he had killed thousands of times in his dreams...

But as time goes by, those people gradually disappear.

Prince Dan of Yan, who had been held hostage in the State of Zhao with the First Emperor, sent assassins to assassinate him, and was beheaded by his father, King Yan, and handed over to the First Emperor.

King Yan of Zhao, who was once arrogant and arrogant and humiliated in every possible way in the Zhao Kingdom, died of illness on the throne in the ninth year of his reign. If he had lived a few more years, he would have seen the Qin army conquer Handan City.

Maybe it’s because he has fulfilled his ambition to unify the world, or maybe he’s getting older.

In the past, if Zhao Gao dared to tip off the news in front of the First Emperor, his head would have been chopped off long ago, even if he tipped off the First Emperor's mother.

But now, when the First Emperor looked at the blood oozing out from the forehead of Zhao Gao's humble face, he couldn't even bear to say harsh words...

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Two hours later, the hero Gai who went to find Ying Chengyu to explain to him came back.

He looked at Zhao Gao, whose mental outlook was completely different from before he left, and wondered whether this licking dog had eaten bee poop?

"What did Shuzi say?"

The First Emperor's mood had calmed down a lot, and he felt calm when he asked this question.

Gai Nie's face was expressionless.

"Your Majesty, please leave it alone."

Mr. Zhao Gao had been hit by Genie's abnormal behavior and had become accustomed to it.

At that moment, I didn't show any expression at all, I just complained in my heart that the plague god had offended His Majesty again.

The First Emperor thought he knew Ge Nie very well, and said in a cold voice with a gloomy face: "Is this what that Shuzi said?"

Gai Daxia replied without emotion: "No, it was Nie who said it."

The First Emperor immediately broke through, picked up a roll of bamboo slips, and smashed Gai Nie on him, shouting as he did so.

"You said that? How dare you talk to me like this? Am I too tolerant of you?"

Zhao Gao frowned and couldn't figure out why Genie was so rebellious and why the First Emperor didn't punish him.

What does it mean to be scolded? He didn't even get a stick from the court.

It's hard to see the expression on Gai Nie's face, but after being followed by Gai Nie for a long time, the First Emperor could more or less guess what Gai Nie was thinking. Does that seem to be helplessness, plus watching the show?

Gai Nie, who had hidden all the bamboo slips, said calmly: "Chang'an Jun said: 'Didn't he want me to be the king? I will give him a lot of responsibility for being the king!'"

Zhao Gao suddenly realized.
To be continued...