The next morning.
The army moved out!
With Lu Buwei's order, the 500,000-strong army charged at Sun Cheng.
A hundred li, under the forceful force of the army, they soon approached.
Not far away, Lu Buwei saw a dilapidated city.
Lu Buwei's eyes reddened as he looked at the signboard with the words 'Sun Cheng'.
They had arrived!
They had finally arrived!
The group set off from Handan and traveled for a few days and nights.
On the way, they had to be wary of the harassment of the small troops of the State of Zhao.
Finally, they found the tiny Sun City.
Lu Buwei waved his hand.
"Send my order, the army is stationed! Three thousand Iron Eagle Swordsmen, follow me into the city!"
"Yes, sir!"
Baiqi slowly walked forward.
Lu Buwei glanced at Baiqi and cupped his hands.
"General, please!"
Three thousand Iron Eagle Swordsmen surrounded Sun Cheng and slowly moved inside.
Lu Buwei strolled in Sun Cheng's square, his expression grave.
He had asked before he came, but he had only seen the Queen and not the Crown Prince.
If there was only the Queen in Sun City, the Crown Prince would have already met with misfortune.
Then what awaited him next would definitely be a mutiny!
There would definitely be someone who would give his head to Ying Chengjiao as a gift for his ascension.
After the Iron Eagle Swordsmen entered the city, they searched everywhere.
An hour passed.
Lu Buwei still hadn't received any confirmation.
"Report! They found something that seemed to be the king's, but they didn't see His Highness!”
"Hand it over!"
Lu Buwei saw a small notebook made of linen paper.
This was the notebook that Ying Zheng had been using these days, but he didn't bring it with him today, leaving it in his room.
However, the Iron Eagle Swordsman had already sneaked into the City Lord's Mansion and dug it out for him.
"Using others as a mirror, you can see the gains and losses."
"Use copper as a mirror to straighten your clothes."
"With history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall."
On the notebook, there were slightly childish characters written in ink.
His writing style was steady and powerful, even though he was still young.
" This is His Majesty's notebook?!"
The Iron Eagle Swordsmen were trained to serve the royal family, so they were naturally familiar with Ying Zheng's handwriting.
"That's right, this is His Majesty's handwriting!”
"Good! Good! Good!"
Lu Buwei said 'good' three times in a row.
Ying Zheng was still alive!
And it was in Sun Cheng!
"Search, keep searching. Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you have to find His Majesty!”
At this time, Sun Huan was looking for melons to eat in the field with three wise men.
After playing cards for a while, he said a lot of trash talk.
They were all thirsty.
It just so happened that the first batch of watermelons cultivated by Sun Huan was about to ripen.
He brought the three of them straight to the field.
Zhao Ji accompanied Sun Huan.
Ying Zheng and Lu Duo kept groping in the ground.
He had just earned a few million.
Sun Huan was overjoyed.
From time to time, a few lines of poetry would pop out of his mouth.
"I will be the top of the mountain and look down on the small mountains!”
"Life is less than a hundred years old, and you often have a thousand years of worry.”
"The sea reaches the boundless sky as the shore, and the mountain reaches the peak as the peak!”
……
Beside Sun Huan, Mistress Zhao's eyes lit up.
They were all top-notch poems!
Sir's talent is enough to leave a mark for a hundred generations!
At this moment, Lu Duo and Ying Zheng walked out of the field, each carrying a watermelon.
This was the first batch of watermelons cultivated by Sun Cheng.
Sun Huan used to love eating iced watermelons.
In the summer, it would be air-conditioned and accompanied by a passionate action movie.
That was really wonderful.
However, in the Warring States Period, he wanted to make air-conditioning and computers.
The difference was too great.
Sun Huan patted the watermelon that Lu Duo handed over and couldn't help but feel a trace of pity.
"Cut it open, we'll eat the watermelon!"
The three of them had never eaten watermelons before, so they were all extremely curious.
Lu Duo used his knife to cut open a bit of the watermelon skin.
This was an immortal fruit!
How could he not be careful!
He placed the watermelon skin in his mouth and tasted it.
Pah!
Sun Huan said with a smile.
"Why are you eating the watermelon rind for no reason? Bring it over, I'll tell you how to eat it.”
Then, Ying Zheng immediately handed the watermelon in his hand to Sun Huan.
Sun Huan didn't use a knife at all. He directly punched the watermelon.
Kacha ~
The watermelon cracked into several pieces.
Sun Huan opened the watermelon and distributed it to the three of them.
"Eat, this thing is very rare. If you didn't follow me, you would only be able to eat this thing after thousands of years.”
Zhao Ji held a slice of watermelon and looked at Sun Huan thoughtfully." Sir, you're so talented. Why haven't you thought about becoming an official outside?”
"With your abilities, I'm afraid you're not inferior to Su Qin and Zhang Heng.”
Sun Huan shook his head.
"Most small countries are too lazy to go. As for big countries, the power struggle is too intense.”
"Shang Yang, do you know? I'm afraid that I'll end up like him.”
Zhao Ji nodded.
"I can understand why an immortal like you doesn't like to fight in the royal court.”
"However, have you ever thought of making a name for yourself?”
Sun Huan fell silent.
Actually, he wanted to.
The rise and fall of the world had caused many things, and the people had suffered so much.
Sun Huan knew it all too well.
Perhaps he was just waiting for a better opportunity.
At this moment.
Ying Zheng was fighting with a watermelon in the field.
The watermelons were too big, and Ying Zheng was still young, so there were too many vines in the field.
Ying Zheng was holding a watermelon, but he could not walk out.
Seeing this, Lu Duo immediately went forward to help.
However, Sun Huan stopped him.
"Let him come out by himself. A man shouldn't always ask others for help!”
Ying Zheng walked in the watermelon field with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
She was holding a watermelon that was worth dozens of pieces.
His face was filled with excitement.
"Master, Mother, look at me! I found the biggest watermelon in the field!”
Ying Zheng walked briskly, hoping to place the watermelon in front of Sun Huan as soon as possible.
In the end, one did not see the vines under his feet clearly and fell to the ground with a thud.
The watermelon in his hand also fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
Ying Zheng's head was stuck in the watermelon, almost suffocating to death.
Sun Huan was the first to run over and pick him up.
After all, this was his disciple. Sun Huan usually had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
To outsiders, this scene looked like Sun Huan pressing Ying Zheng to the ground.
"How dare you!"
Accompanied by a furious roar.
In an instant, the ground trembled.
Sun Huan had yet to react.
He saw more than ten figures suddenly jump out of the ground.
Whoosh.
The sharp blade was unsheathed!
More than ten swords were placed on Sun Huan's neck.
Sun Huan watched as a muscular man clad in armor knelt solemnly in front of his disciple.
Then, he took out a whistle.
Wuwuwu!
The sharp voice pierced through the sky.
After a while, Sun Huan felt the ground beneath his feet shake.
Not far away, a black flag appeared.
On the flag, the word 'Qin' was written in gold.
Under the banner were countless soldiers, marching forward in an orderly manner.
Sun Huan was stunned…
F * ck!
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