Qin Ying left the imperial study.
He returned to Tingchao Pavilion without stopping.
He pushed open the vermilion door, and a fragrant smell came to his face.
Seeing Qin Ying push the door in, Liu Yunxian on the bed showed a gentle smile, "Your Highness, please forgive me for not being able to salute."
Qin Ying smiled, stepped forward quickly, and took the ginseng soup from the maid Chun'er, "I'll feed it, you go down first."
Seeing Liu Yunxian's complexion getting better day by day, Qin Ying's heart was also put down. He put the ginseng soup to his mouth and blew it gently, and then handed it to Liu Yunxian's mouth.
"Your Highness, I can do it myself." He stretched out his hand.
Qin Ying pretended to be angry and said: "You called Qin Ying brother before, why do you call your Highness now? It's so strange!"
"Brother Qin Ying." Liu Yunxian smiled sweetly, her voice was soft and sticky.
Qin Ying smiled, "Come and drink the ginseng soup."
Liu Yunxian's beautiful eyes were bright, and Qin Ying's meticulous care made her feel like she was living in a dream.
Seeing Qin Ying's slightly dark circles, she felt distressed and indulged in the love her husband gave her.
Since the assassination, Qin Ying has been busy with injuries and has hardly taken time to rest. Whenever he has time, he will stay by her bed.
"Brother Ying, just let the servants take care of me in the future. You are too tired." Liu Yunxian gently held Qin Ying's face with her fair little hands, feeling distressed.
"Not tired." Qin Ying grinned.
It's not that he really showed off.
Old Huang's Guiyuan Wuji Gong method is indeed unique. Ordinary people who suffer from such injuries will either die on the spot or not recover for ten days or half a month.
But after he treated the wound, he was still full of energy.
I have to sigh that this old Huang's inner strength is really unique in the world.
After drinking the ginseng soup, Qin Ying talked with her for a while, coaxed her to sleep, and then left.
The next morning.
The sky was still dark, and the dew in late autumn was particularly cold.
The entire palace had not yet woken up from sleep, and the 800 soldiers selected by Qin Ying had already lined up neatly.
Qin Ying looked at the neatly lined soldiers and couldn't help laughing.
Each of these elite soldiers had been on the battlefield and crawled out of the pile of dead bodies. At this time, they were only wearing thin clothes. After being wetted by the dew, they showed the outline of their muscles and carried a cold breath.
Just standing still like a sharp blade out of its sheath, the cold and murderous aura came to their faces.
They all looked at Qin Ying with fiery eyes.
They were originally children of ordinary families. The reason for joining the army was mostly because their families were penniless and they could not survive, so they could only fight with their lives.
But even if they made military achievements, they would be snatched away by the superiors. They were born in humble families, had no power or influence, and had almost no room for advancement.
Therefore, as low-level soldiers, they no longer expected to become generals. Their biggest dream was to enter the palace and eat the emperor's food.
In the palace, no matter which master they served, they could at least get a stable monthly salary. Their status was higher than that of ordinary soldiers, and they did not need to rush to the front line to sacrifice their lives without an order.
Away from the meat grinder-like battlefield, the palace was simply a paradise, and they were very grateful to Qin Ying for this.
"From everyone's eyes, I can see that everyone is quite satisfied with the current situation. Of course, the conditions in the palace are naturally much better than those in the military camp. There is no need to train hard all day, and there is no need to worry about losing your life on the battlefield one day."
Qin Ying swept his eyes around everyone and said with a smile: "It's much more comfortable in the palace. If you are lucky, you can marry a palace maid and live a stable and comfortable life. It's wonderful to think about it."
Qin Ying got straight to the point right away, and the effect was very good. After hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing, their eyes sparkling, as if they had seen a beautiful life in the future.
Qin Ying smiled and looked at them very kindly, but these soldiers had long been immersed in beautiful fantasies and didn't see the cold light in the eyes of the ninth prince.
Behind him, Lao Huang stood like a sculpture with an expressionless face. As Qin Ying's personal bodyguard, he knew his master best.
Eight hundred people were dispatched here, but it was definitely not for them to enjoy themselves. If they wanted to live under him, it was impossible. When everyone had almost finished laughing, Qin Ying took a step forward slowly, and a violent aura suddenly burst out of his body, like a storm hitting the shore. Everyone's face was stern, and their muscles tensed up involuntarily. Their faces quickly changed from joy to horror, and they all took a breath of cold air. Murderous aura! They were all brave soldiers on the battlefield, and they were particularly sensitive to murderous aura. They also had this aura. Once it was released, ordinary people would definitely be scared pale, but at this moment, the aura of eight hundred people was not as strong as Qin Ying. Qin Ying's murderous aura was like an indestructible sharp blade, which forcibly suppressed the aura of the eight hundred people. For a moment, everyone looked at each other in shock. How could the prince who grew up in the palace with luxurious clothes and food have such a fierce and compelling aura? Seeing the look on these people's faces, Qin Ying sneered and said:
"You guys are so disappointing to me. You are not worthy of being soldiers. You are just a bunch of rookies who want to soar to the sky by clinging to the powerful masters. Look at you like this, do you deserve it?"
Qin Ying's attitude suddenly changed, which made them stunned for a moment.
"Soldiers should think about the dangers of the country, bleed in the yellow sand, and make achievements! Look at you like this, just thinking about finding a good master and living in peace?"
"Then you are not soldiers, you are slaves. You know what slaves are. As long as you kneel down and kowtow to please the master, you can get rewards. This is a slave. Look at yourself, are you a slave!"
After Qin Ying's voice fell, everyone looked at each other, and a burst of anger appeared in their eyes.
They didn't expect that Qin Ying would insult them like this.
They fought for the country, shed their heads and blood on the battlefield, and survived nine deaths, all for defending the imperial power.
But now, the people they defended were actually pointing fingers at them and scolding them... But for a long time, no one stood up to refute Qin Ying.
They clenched their fists, but dared not speak.
"Why, you don't even have the courage to talk back?"
Qin Ying continued to provoke, "I heard from Lao Huang
that although you are of humble origins, you are all brave, and several of you have beheaded many people."
"What's wrong? Speak? Don't you dare?"
"Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid that I will beat you back to your hometown? Or are you afraid that I will accuse you of the crime of treason?"
Under Qin Ying's repeated provocations, finally, a strong and tall young man shouted in a deep voice: "Ninth Prince, although we are all servants, we are not bitches. We joined the army and shed blood for the Han Dynasty. You shouldn't insult us like this!"
Qin Ying glanced at him and asked, "What's your name?"
The young man stepped forward, held his head high and said, "Gao Gong."
Qin Ying sneered and said, "Why can't I insult you? Aren't you slaves? Don't you want this prince to take care of you? You get rich and famous by kneeling down and licking the rich, aren't you a slave?"
Gao Gong's face was filled with anger, and his whole face turned red. He shouted, "This is not what I want. The world is like this. I am just a grain of sand in the world. I can only go with the flow."
The voice of the young man Gao Gong fell, causing a lot of uproar and noise.
"I have also served the country and the people, and I have also thought about serving the country, but the reality is too cruel. No matter how passionate I am, I have never been reused."
"I once beheaded 21 enemies by myself, but this military merit fell on the head of my superior, just because he was a noble family. He stepped on my shoulders and rose step by step, and I could only watch."
"It's unfair! This world is dark."
"Those who robbed our military merits are all from aristocratic families. Just because they are powerful, they can bully the poor at will."
"It's not that we like to be slaves, but this world is only about slaves and the powerful."
...…
Qin Ying watched them finally speak their minds one by one, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
They didn't want to escape from the battlefield because they were cowardly.
They were just oppressed too much.
They lost hope in the military camp from the bottom of their hearts.
Qin Ying understood them very well.
When
you find that no matter how hard you try, you are getting further and further away from your goal; when you find that the achievements you have worked hard for are taken by others, and you are only helpless and furious.
——Disappointment and despair will surge like a tide.
In this desperate and suffocating environment, even the strongest people will eventually have only two choices.
Either accept your fate, go with the flow, and abandon your dignity in exchange for life; or resist, but the result is often being trampled to death.
The crowd became more and more excited, and they were all touched by Qin Ying's words, and even felt ashamed of themselves at this moment.
Joining the army is the true nature of men.
But now, they want to stay away from the barracks.
All they want is to throw themselves at the feet of a good master, rely on flattery and humility, and pray for the master to give them living space.
They almost forgot their original intentions... When this feeling of shame surged, everyone, one by one, was already in tears without realizing it.
A man of steel, but tortured to tears by this unfair world.
Qin Ying raised his hand to stop everyone, his eyes were deep and his voice was like a bell: "Are you unwilling?"
When Qin Ying's voice came out, everyone trembled in their hearts.
After a long time, a soldier stood up and said with a wry smile: "The Han people are like this from top to bottom. Even if we are unwilling, what can we do? Even if we become your personal guards, we are still servants. In the eyes of the nobles, we are still ants."
These words are full of dejection, but they are very realistic, which makes everyone nod.
The unfairness of this world comes from the solidification of classes.
The identity of the bottom people is the original sin.
No matter how hard you try, how passionate you are.
In the end, it is impossible to cross the class.
Qin Ying looked at them and laughed in his heart. As expected, these people are all good seedlings, but they have been suppressed for too long, and the flame in their hearts has long been extinguished.
But Qin Ying wants to ignite them again.
Looking at those faces filled with resentment and anger, Qin Ying said slowly: "Follow me, from now on, your blades will be so sharp that even the powerful families will tremble."