Ying Feng was wearing a black python robe and a golden crown. He strode into the reception hall.
From afar, he saw a person sitting on the main seat in the living room.
This person was dressed in a eunuch's uniform and had a feminine face. He was reprimanding a maid in his residence.
"Humph, what kind of tea is this lowly servant bringing? Do you want me to suffer to death?"
The maid was dressed in a palace dress. There was a bright red palm print on her fair and tender face.
Her eyes were red, but she did not dare to cry. She only said timidly,"Eunuch Gong, this servant…this servant brought the best tea leaves in the residence.”
"Despicable person, you still dare to talk back?"
Zhao Gao narrowed his triangular eyes and raised his hand to slap him again.
However, he was suddenly grabbed by a hand and could not move.
"Eunuch, even if this maid is not doing well, she is still a member of this prince's residence. It is not your place to teach her a lesson.”
Ying Feng's handsome face was expressionless.
"Ninth Prince, the servants in your residence lack discipline. Why can't I teach them a lesson for you?”
Zhao Gao saw that it was Ying Feng and said disdainfully.
As far as he was concerned, so what if Ying Feng was the Ninth Prince?
They were just people who were about to die.
This was because the First Emperor had summoned Ying Feng into the palace to let him go out.
Otherwise, the people of Old Qin would be greatly disappointed in the royal family.
They thought that the royal family's children were weak and unworthy of being trained.
The First Emperor would definitely send people to protect and assist Ying Feng.
However, if someone from the Six Sword Slaves attacked, Ying Feng would definitely die with his martial arts realm!
"Dog slave, you came to my residence to show off your might!”
Ying Feng's expression turned cold, and a large hand slapped towards his face without any hesitation!
Pa!
In an instant, Zhao Gao was knocked to the ground. A red palm print appeared on his pale and feminine face.
There was a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
"Ying Feng! I am the personal eunuch of the First Emperor! How dare you hit me!"
Zhao Gao covered his face, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief as he screamed.
He didn't expect that the Ninth Prince Ying Feng, who had always liked women, would have such a domineering personality.
Just because he hit a maid, she hit him directly!
However, he didn't know that Ying Feng came from the future and hated people who relied on their power to bully the weak!
"Humph! So what? Although you are Imperial Father's personal eunuch, you are just a servant!”
"This prince is the direct descendant of the Great Qin Imperial Family and is your master!”
"Now, you dog slave actually dared to show off your might in my master's residence. Naturally, I will teach you a lesson!”
Hearing this, Zhao Gao's pale and feminine face turned red from extreme anger.
He was Qin Shihuang's personal eunuch. Which minister would not give him some face when they saw him?
Now, he was actually slapped by a playboy prince who only knew how to flirt!
What a great humiliation!
His eyes were filled with hatred, but he quickly hid it.
Ying Feng, just you wait. The day you reach Jiufang County will be the day you die!
"Tell me, why did Imperial Father send you here to deliver the imperial edict?”
Ying Feng said indifferently at this moment.
"Your…Your Highness, His Majesty has decreed that you should quickly enter the palace to meet His Majesty.”
At this moment, Zhao Gao did not dare to show any arrogance on his face. He lowered his head and said respectfully.
However, on his lowered face, a pair of triangular eyes occasionally flashed with a trace of hatred.
"Since Imperial Father has summoned me into the palace, then let's go.”
After saying that, Ying Feng flung his sleeves and strode into the room.
……
In the evening.
The sun hung on the roof of Xianyang Palace, dyeing the glazed tiles golden.
From afar, Xianyang Palace looked like the residence of a god, solemn and sacred.
In the study room.
Dressed in a black dragon robe with golden patterns, Ying Zheng sat before a desk, a hint of fatigue appearing in his eyes.
The complicated administrative affairs of the huge empire made him, as the one emperor of the ages, feel a little tired.
"Your Majesty! The Ninth Prince has arrived."
At this moment, Zhao Gao, who was dressed in a black eunuch uniform, slowly walked in and reported in a low voice.
Behind him, the Ninth Prince, Ying Feng, who was wearing a black golden python robe and a golden crown, strode into the hall.
"Your son, Ying Feng, greets Imperial Father!"
Ying Feng cupped his hands and bowed as he said in a clear voice.
"No need for formalities."
Ying Zheng said lightly.
He didn't care about the palm print on Zhao Gao's face.
"Thank you, Imperial Father! I wonder what instructions does Imperial Father have for summoning me here?”
After saying this much, Ying Feng raised his head and looked at his cheapskate father with a pair of starry eyes.
"Recently, rumors have been spreading in Xianyang that you are going to lead troops to Jiufang County to resist the Yuan soldiers.”
"Do you know?"
Ying Zheng's gaze was still fixed on the case, but he asked in a faint voice.
"There's actually such a thing? Your son does not know."
Ying Feng's expression froze. He didn't expect such a thing to happen in the past few days.
"Now that the people of Old Qin are talking about it, what do you think?”
Ying Zheng continued asking.
Hearing this, Ying Feng faintly smiled. He had a romantic bearing.
"Imperial Father, in your son's eyes, this must be some dark villain who wants to use public opinion to coerce your son into going to war.”
"However, if it's for the sake of the country's life and death, how can we avoid it because of misfortune?”
"Even if your son goes out, why not?”
His clear voice echoed in the hall.
If it is for the sake of the country's life and death, how can we avoid it because of fortune and disaster?
He chewed on this sentence.
Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng's eyes could not help but reveal a trace of emotion.
For the first time, his gaze moved away from the supervisor and looked at his ninth son.
This was the woman who usually only loved romance.
It was so absurd that the first time he went to court, he brought up the idea of a son taking a concubine. What could he say?
"Alright, I will appoint you as the General of the Martial Guards and Meng Tian as the Deputy Commander.”
Ying Zheng said calmly.
"Your son accepts the order!"
Ying Feng's expression became solemn as he cupped his hands and said.
"Yes, you may leave."
Ying Zheng's gaze returned to the bamboo slips as he waved his hand casually.
"Your son will take his leave!"
Ying Feng cupped his hands once more, turned around, and walked out of the hall.
After Ying Feng left, Emperor Qin Ying Zheng said lightly,""Prepare a banquet for me."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhao Gao bowed and slowly left.
For a moment, the hall returned to silence.
"Send the Black Ice Platform to protect him in secret."
After a long while, Ying Zheng's voice rang out faintly in the hall again.
"Yes, sir! Your Majesty!"
In an empty hall.
A person who was covered in black except for his eyes.
Suddenly, he appeared out of nowhere and knelt on one knee, cupping his hands.
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