It was pouring outside.
The Drifting Cloud Palace was brightly lit with singing and dancing.
The court band played music.
However, even such soothing music could not dispel the strange atmosphere.
What exactly was this Ying Zheng up to!
Lu Buwei and Madam Hua Yang looked at Ying Zheng, who was laughing and drinking on the high platform. They were a little confused, and could not understand why he had called them here today.
Madam Hua Yang frowned slightly, and her eyes inadvertently swept over the dancers in the distance.
A dancer with a sword?
It was simply absurd!
How could a sword dancer appear in the grand palace of the Great Qin Dynasty?
As the King of Qin, how could his taste be so poor?
Even if the Great Qin Dynasty values martial arts, sword dancers are still not elegant!
As expected, he had to act quickly. It would be better to make him a figurehead. Perhaps Lu Buwei, that sly fox, had already started to think of something.
Lady Huayang thought about it, but she didn't feel any killing intent. She never thought that the young King of Qin had already had the intention to kill them when they wanted to seize power.
Lu Buwei's face was also gloomy.
No matter what, today was the last night.
Now, Ying Zheng was still the King of Qin in name. If he seized power, it might cause a lot of unnecessary trouble…
A cold light flashed across Lu Buwei's eyes.
"Crash!"
Lu Buwei was horrified. He stood up in a panic, and the wooden table and delicacies in front of him were knocked over.
The entire Drifting Cloud Palace fell silent, and the palace performance came to an abrupt end. Everyone's eyes were focused on the scene.
A hooligan!
Lu Buwei's face was so dark that it was almost dripping with water!
It was actually that dancer!
When the dancer was dancing with her sword, a cold light flashed. Just now, she was only a few feet away from his face. He was shocked because he was thinking about something!
Lu Buwei clenched his fists in frustration.
I, Lu Buwei, was actually frightened by a dancer?
"Hmm?" In the main hall, Ying Zheng looked at him in confusion,""Why is Zhongfu doing this? Is it not to your liking?”
The live broadcast room was suddenly filled with voices.
"Hahaha, host, you were the one who instructed the dancer to say that.”
"Old Onmyoji! Strange!"
In the palace, Lord Quanyang was the first to stand up and berated him sternly," How dare you, Lu Buwei! How dare you overturn the table in front of the king in the Drifting Cloud Palace! How dare you!" It's disrespectful!"
Lord Quanyang said as he squinted his eyes. Even if he was disgusted, it was fine.
" It's alright. I'm sure the Minister must be tired from working day and night." Ying Zheng smiled, his tone was kind." Come on, let's re-arrange the Minister."”
Looking at the two of them, Lu Buwei had to admit that he was disgusted and angered.
However, Lu Buwei was still Lu Buwei, the person who could write the " Lu Family Spring and Autumn Annals ". He didn't lose his composure, but narrowed his eyes instead.
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. Floating Cloud Palace is the place where Your Majesty entertained all the ministers.”
Lu Buwei shook his sleeves slightly and said slowly,""However, this dancer made a mistake in public just now and lost her sense of propriety. This humble subject thinks that we should drag all the dancers out of the door and behead them in public.”
In the hall, everyone from Lu Buwei's faction was shocked.
Lu Buwei... What was he doing?
Was he planning to take the opportunity to make trouble? Don't wait for the morning court assembly tomorrow?
Madam Huayang and Lord Quanyang narrowed their eyes slightly, sensing that something was wrong.
As for the dancers in the palace, they had already knelt on the ground and were trembling.
Ying Zheng smiled, twisted the bronze wine cup with one hand, and said in a calm tone,""The Prime Minister is drunk. How can a mere dancer enter the eyes of the Prime Minister?”
" Your Majesty," Lu Buwei replied respectfully." It's disrespectful to bring a sword into the palace."”
"This is my dancer." Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.”
Lu Buwei did not reply.
An extremely oppressive atmosphere pervaded the hall.
Everyone was looking at Lu Buwei and Ying Zheng, their hearts nervous, their palms wet with sweat. For a moment, the place fell into a strange silence, so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
……
Not only in the palace, but also in the live broadcast room, everyone was infected by this atmosphere. They were all immersed in the tense atmosphere, and there were even very few bullet comments.
"Your acting is really good. This atmosphere makes me feel like I can't breathe.”
"This is the real talent of acting. How can the current young hunks compare to the host!”
"Look at the scene between the streamer and Lu Buwei, it's so classic!”
Those viewers who thought it was a live broadcast could still speak like this.
Those who believed that this was the ancient Qin Emperor from a thousand years ago felt their mouths go dry!
Was he going to start killing?
Is the King of Qin going to start the real Feast at Hongmen?
If everything in the live broadcast was true, and the King of Qin really changed the course of history by killing Lu Buwei here a few years in advance, would that change history?
Once history was changed, would there be corresponding changes in the future?
Then, as the culprits who changed history, will we be erased from the world?
Or would a parallel world be born?
This made countless people in the live broadcast room feel uneasy.
……
In the silent hall.
Suddenly.
Ying Zheng smiled and said in a calm tone.
"Lord Minister, you can't even wait one night?”
Lu Buwei narrowed his eyes and said calmly," Your Majesty, I don't understand what you're talking about.”
"You'll understand soon enough."
Ying Zheng smiled, raised his bronze wine cup, and drained it in one gulp.
Thunder rumbled. On the high platform, Ying Zheng stood in his black robe, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, his eyes cold.
Below the high platform, the officials raised their heads, their eyes shining with a myriad of divine light.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and black clouds were pressing down on the city.
Accompanied by lightning and candlelight, this scene seemed to have turned into an eternal picture scroll that shook time and was engraved in the hearts of every livestream viewer. No matter how time passed, it would never fade.
Now, the trajectory of history had quietly changed.
It was not something that the audience in the live broadcast room could stop.
Thunder Array.
A bronze wine cup fell to the ground, thrown by Ying Zheng.
In the next moment.
In the originally calm and peaceful Drifting Cloud Palace.
Instantly, killing intent filled the air!
The singer unsheathed her sword.
Lightning flashed.
Hundreds of Black Dragon Armored Guards stood silently in the storm. They had already surrounded the entire Drifting Cloud Palace. They held spears in their hands, and heavy troops hung on their waists and crossbows on their backs!
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