Ying Zheng: Feng Er Can Write a Poem!
It was late at night, and the sky was dark.
Dusk light shone on Xianyang City.
The streets of the main city were still bustling with noise.
Ying Zifeng, who had just left the military camp, had brought Senior Si Ming and Junior Si Ming to the city to choose a gift for Prime Minister Li Si.
During this period, Shaosi Ming was like an unborn fairy, curious about some things in Xianyang City.
At this moment, she was looking at a purple jade hairpin in front of a stall.
When the peddler saw this, his saliva flew everywhere as he praised how the hairpin matched her.
"If you want it, just buy it."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
Shaosi Ming looked over and saw Ying Zifeng with Zhang Han behind him.
His purple eyes lit up!
"Don't tell me you didn't bring any money?" Ying Zifeng asked helplessly.”
Shaosi Ming nodded slightly.
Ying Zifeng was speechless.
However, he could understand.
She looked at Shaosi Ming with a pair of admiring eyes.
Shao Siming was wearing a purple lotus-like dress that reached her knees. Her temperament was elegant and elegant.
It could be said that there was no place to put silver on his entire body, except for those purple light socks that were similar to the 21st world's long leg socks.
Sensing Ying Zifeng's gaze, Shaosi Ming slightly moved her purple eyes away. A tinge of pink was smeared on her beautiful face under the veil, but unfortunately, no one could see it.
Ying Zifeng pointed at the purple jade hairpin and asked the stall owner.
"How much is this?"
The stall owner looked at Ying Zifeng in horror.
"Crown Prince, Your Highness Crown Prince, I don't need silver for this. I'll give it to Your Highness.”
Huh?
"You know me?"
Ying Zifeng raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, everyone in Xianyang City knows that the Crown Prince is protected by the gods.”
The stall owner was smiling on the surface, but he was terrified inside.
Who didn't know about the crazy crown prince who killed people on the street and snatched women on the street!
As if he had seen through the vendor, Ying Zifeng smiled helplessly in his heart.
He really had a fierce reputation!
"Thank you very much."
Ying Zifeng took the purple hairpin, then reached out his hand and put it on Shao Si Ming's soft hair.
Instantly, a special masculine aura rushed towards Shaosi Ming through the veil.
Shaosi Ming remained still, allowing Ying Zifeng to ruffle her hair. She put her slender hands in front of her body, not knowing what to do. Under Ying Zifeng's eyes, her bright purple eyes were as beautiful as spring water!
Very soon, Ying Zifeng placed the purple hairpin in Shaosi Ming's hair.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone, and a purple divine light like that of a fairy in the sky emitted.
Looking at the peerless Young Master Si Ming, Ying Zifeng couldn't help but whisper.
"There is no beauty in a thousand years, but beauty is pleasing to the eye. She was so beautiful that she could topple a country and shock the world.”
Shao Siming's purple eyes looked at Ying Zifeng in surprise, and so did Zhang Han.
The Crown Prince actually knew how to compose poetry!
"This purple hairpin suits you quite well. Is there anything else you want to buy?" Ying Zifeng asked.”
Shaosi Ming shook her head, then reached out her slender left hand.
It was the left hand that Ying Zifeng had held when he snatched her away.
Ying Zifeng paused for a moment, then once again grabbed the woman and ran away.
After they found Great Si Ming, they returned to the Crown Prince's residence with a sour expression on his face.
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In the courtyard.
Ying Zifeng, who had just finished his meal, was sitting in the pavilion. Five meters away, Xu Chu was guarding him.
Closing his eyes, Ying Zifeng began to comprehend Dugu Jian's sword intent.
A swordsman who had stepped into the realm of great grandmaster could not advance by simply fighting. He needed to meditate and find a powerful swordsman to fight to comprehend his own sword intent.
This required a very long time. Ordinary people might not be able to reach the level of comprehending their own sword intent in their entire lives.
Swordsmen were all aiming to become one with the sword!
As he meditated quietly, the sound of the wind could be heard clearly.
Ying Zifeng threw away all distracting thoughts, and the key points of the Holy Spirit Sword Art appeared in his mind.
The sword shadows were murmuring ~
Time slowly passed, and the sky darkened.
Seeing this, Zhang Han gave a few instructions to his subordinates before leaving. He wanted to inform the First Emperor of what had happened today.
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When it was Youshi, the bright moon was in the sky.
In the First Emperor's royal study.
The candlelight was bright, and a figure stood there.
Ancestral Dragon's father was still reading the bamboo slips. He had to read thousands of bamboo slips every day and flip through countless masterpieces of sages.
This, the entire world must be presented in front of his eyes!
One person retaking the Nine Provinces!
"Cough cough ~"
Coughing twice, Ying Zheng's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his expression as cold as ice.
"Your Majesty, it's time to rest."
The old eunuch could not help but remonstrate when he saw this.
"I haven't finished reading the bamboo slips that the minister sent today, especially the Xiongnu in the northern border. How can I sleep peacefully?”
The Xiongnu were cruel, and had been eyeing the Central Plains covetously. Moreover, there had been some unusual movements recently, and Ying Zheng could not let it go.
The old eunuch did not say anything more when he saw that his remonstrance was ineffective. He stood quietly at the side and waited.
Ying Zheng continued reading the bamboo slips.
Suddenly!
The candlelight flickered, and a breeze blew from outside the royal study.
Zhang Han had already appeared in front of the royal study.
"Your Majesty, this lowly general Zhang Han requests an audience."
"Come in."
Ying Zheng did not raise his eyes, but continued to read the bamboo slips in his hands.
Zhang Han walked into the royal study and knelt on one knee.
"Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince went to the military camp today to select 900 soldiers.”
Huh?
"Nine hundred?"
Ying Zheng raised his eyes and stared at Zhang Han.
Zhang Han nodded.
" His Highness the Crown Prince said that the remaining hundred soldiers are very special. He wants them to create an invisible net that surpasses the net and suppresses the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.”
After his voice ended, Ying Zheng's Emperor's eyes shone with a bright light.
"Special!"
"Create an invisible net that surpasses the net and suppresses the Hundred Schools of Philosophy!”
Ying Zheng repeated in a deep voice.
The entire royal study was as silent as an abyss.
However, after a long time.
"What else?" asked Ying Zheng as he glanced at Zhang Han.”
"His Royal Highness's bodyguard, Xu Chu, lifted a cauldron that weighed 1,500 jin of meat stew in the military camp today. The Crown Prince had also recruited 900 soldiers.”
Zhang Han didn't dare to hide anything and told them everything.
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was surprised and somewhat happy, but the Emperor's shrewdness still made him as majestic as an abyss.
" You may leave now. Continue to monitor."
Zhang Han wanted to say something after listening to it, but he stopped.
"En, is there anything else Zhang Han is hiding from me?”
Ying Zheng frowned.
Zhang Han immediately cupped his hands.
"Your Majesty, there's one more thing. I discovered that the Crown Prince knows how to compose poems.”
En!
The wind can even compose poems!
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