The wind blew, the moon shone, the sun, moon, and stars shone, day and night alternated.
Smoke rose from the city, signifying the arrival of dawn.
A red sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon. The moon and the stars had set. A new day had arrived!
Lord Gao Lingjun's mansion, master bedroom!
The originally empty room had a few more decorations and daily necessities. Ying Song even specially asked Ziying to find a few books and pots of orchids. The room suddenly felt a little more serene. There was a large sandalwood table beside the bed, and hundreds of bamboo slips were placed on it.
A faint sandalwood fragrance, together with the fragrance of the brush and ink, lingered in the room.
"Young Master!" Ziying's charming voice sounded outside the door.
"Come in!" Ying Song heard Ziying's voice and woke up from his sleep.
Ziying pushed open the door and entered with two maids.
Two maids were holding a wooden tray with an exquisite breakfast placed on the sandalwood table.
There were still servants in Lord Gao Lingjun's residence. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Ziying to clean up such a huge residence all by herself.
However, these servants all had their own routes of action. They would only appear in front of Ying Song in the morning, noon, and evening.
At this time, commoners ate two meals a day, but nobles and rich families ate three meals a day.
After Ziying helped Ying Song get dressed, she left with her two maids.
After Ying Song finished his breakfast, he left the room. The breakfast on the sandalwood table was naturally taken care of by the servants.
Wang Yue was already waiting outside Ying Song's bedroom, following Ying Song into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Ying Song was staring at the treetops, at the sunlight that could be touched with his hand, that dazzling but not blinding light.
Wang Yue stood behind Ying Song and reminded him,"Young Master, Mister Wen You and Mister Wei Liao have arrived.”
"The two gentlemen are here." Ying Song said.
"Ru has made Young Master wait for a long time." Li Ru bowed slightly towards Ying Song.
Wei Liao only nodded at Ying Song to show his courtesy.
Li Ru and Wei Liao had different identities.
Li Ru is Ying Song's subordinate, Wei Liao and Ying Song are also teachers and friends.
Ying Song and Wei Liao exchanged a few words with each other before heading to the main entrance of the mansion.
At the entrance of the mansion, two carriages were already prepared. Behind the carriages were mule carts filled with wine and food.
There were more than a hundred carriages escorted by a hundred Yellow Scarf Warriors to reward the three thousand old Qin soldiers.
Ying Song's mansion was naturally guarded by 1,600 Iron Eagle Warriors.
Tianqing, Ziying, and Wang Yue boarded the first carriage.
Li Ru and Wei Liao boarded the second carriage.
"Let's go to the horse farm outside Xianyang City!" Ziying ordered the coachman.”
The carriage had just started moving, but after walking for a distance of several dozen steps, it stopped.
Inside the carriage, Ziying nodded slightly at Ying Song. She pulled open the curtain and said,"What's wrong?"
"Miss Ziying!"
The coachman respectfully said to Ziying,"In front, there are Great Qin's elite guards in the middle of the carriage blocking the road ahead.”
Ying Song had also heard the horse groom's words. He thought to himself,'Other than the six clan elders, the only person who could summon the elite warriors of the Great Qin Dynasty to guard Xianyang Palace and stop them was probably Ying Zheng, who had just inherited the throne of the King of Qin.'
However, no matter which of the six clan elders came to see Ying Song, they would not bring Great Qin's elite soldiers, but the descendants of the royal family.
Then, only Ying Zheng was left.
However, since Ying Zheng was able to command the elite warriors of Great Qin, it seemed that King Zhuang Xiang of Qin had left some men behind for Ying Zheng, but no one knew how many men he had.
Ying Song nodded at Ziying and got off the carriage. He saw that there were only 500 elite soldiers guarding the carriage.
One had to know that there were 30,000 elite soldiers guarding Xianyang Palace, and they were all handpicked from the most elite border troops.
However, now that the King of Qin had left the palace, there were only 500 elite soldiers guarding him.
Either someone was deliberately targeting Ying Zheng, or Ying Zheng could not control the troops left behind by King Zhuang Xiang of Qin at all.
Ying Song cupped his hands slightly towards the carriage and said,""May I know why the King of Qin has graced us with your presence?”
There was still a need to act politely on the surface.
"Yesterday, my younger brother sent eunuchs to invite me into the palace for a chat, but my younger brother didn't think it through and forgot about the sky.”
Ying Song, who was dressed in a black dragon robe, alighted from the carriage and came before him. He said,"Today, I have specially come to have a chat with you. I also want to see the three thousand old Qin people under your command.”
If Ying Zheng claimed to be his clan brother instead of the King of Qin, then he would be betting on kinship.
"Since my clan brother wants to see it, Song will naturally agree.”
"But when my clan brother goes out, why are there only so few guards with him?" Ying Song asked with a smile.”
"Cheng Jiao went hunting and brought 3,000 elite soldiers of Great Qin with him.”
" As the elder brother of Chengjiao, I naturally have to protect him," Ying Zheng said.”
"I see!"
Ying Song nodded and said,"In that case, let's set off."”
Outside Xianyang City, Horse Farm!
He raised thousands of handsome horses from the Nine Plains, each of which could travel thousands of miles in a day.
Ying Song ordered Ziying to order a hundred Yellow Turban Warriors to move the wine and meat from the mule cart.
At the same time, Ying Song ordered,"Old Qin, gather!”
In less than three minutes, the three thousand old Qin soldiers had gathered and stood in front of Ying Song and Ying Zheng.
"The person beside Song is the current King of Qin,'Ying Zheng'. You haven't seen the King of Qin before, so please show me your demeanor!”Ying Song said smilingly.
"Greetings, King Qin!" The 3,000-year-old Qin general, Qin Feng, spoke.
"Greetings, King Qin!" The three thousand old Qin men said.
Qin Feng and the 3,000 old Qin men released their baleful auras together.
The murderous aura of the three-thousand old Qin warriors broke through the clouds and pressed down on Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him, with countless bloody skeletons sinking in the middle, wailing incessantly.
The three thousand old Qin soldiers only listened to Ying Song's orders. In front of the three thousand old Qin soldiers, Ying Zheng, the King of Qin, was no different from a corpse on the battlefield.
Ying Zheng was completely immersed in this mountain of corpses and sea of blood. His eyes were lifeless, and his body was trembling.
Ying Song patted Ying Zheng's rank, causing him to break away from the crowd, then asked,""Clan brother, how are these three thousand old Qin people?”
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