"Yes, it's very reasonable."
The young Ying Changan nodded and commented on Liu Bang's narrow escape like a little adult.
Liu Bang was the hot shot and the chosen one.
It was not that easy to kill him and change his fate.
It was better to slowly exhaust all of his luck.
The four most important people in Liu Bang's life.
Lu Zhi, Xiao He, Zhang Liang, Han Xin.
Among them, Lu Zhi was already serving Ying Chang 'an with all his heart, and his target was the child bride.
Xiao He had already been killed by Zhao Gao.
There was a saying that only magic could defeat magic.
Zhao Gao could be considered half a hot shot. His existence was destined to overthrow the Great Qin Empire.
Even if there was any karma, only Zhao Gao would bear it.
Zhao Gao would never have dreamed of it.
The moment he left for Pei County, Ying Changan, this brat, had already plotted against him.
Han Xin was the same as Lu Zhi, determined to work for Ying Chang 'an.
So far.
As the hot shot, Liu Bang only had one last helper left, and that was Zhang Liang.
"Sigh, I've really worried my heart out for my cheapskate father.”
Ying Changan shook his head and sighed like an old man.
Meng Yi's mouth twitched.
Why can't I tell?
"Alright, Meng Yi, go to the Storytelling House and pack up. After dealing with Xiangyu and Liu Bang, he was ready to tell the story.”
Ying Changan said in a childish manner.
"That's great! Your Highness has finally returned to the martial world!"
Meng Yi slapped his thigh, extremely excited, causing Lu Zhi beside him to involuntarily smile.
"Why are you so agitated?"
Ying Changan rolled his eyes at him.
"Your Highness, you don't know. Ever since Xiang Yu and Liu Bang appeared, the entire Xianyang City has been waiting for you to go to the Storytelling House.”
Meng Yi proudly boasted.
Ever since Xiang Yu and Liu Bang rebelled, causing the world to be plunged into misery and suffering, the reputation of Ying Chang 'an had rebounded strongly, even more rapidly and crazily than before.
The population of Xianyang City had increased by nearly ten million in a very short period of time!
Many of these people came from the Great Zhou, Great Tang, Great Ming, Great Han, and other powerful empires of the Central Plains.
They had traveled thousands of miles to gather in Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin Empire. They had been looking forward to seeing how the 19th Prince of the Great Qin Empire defeated Chang 'an.
Those who had once mocked Ying Chang 'an in private had now become the most loyal believers of Ying Chang' an.
They waited bitterly at the storytelling building every day, praying devoutly to the heavens, hoping to get Ying Chang 'an's forgiveness and come out to tell stories again.
"I didn't expect my reputation to be so high.”
Ying Changan rubbed his chin. A bold idea suddenly popped up in his head.
"In our hometown, Young Master's reputation is like thunder.”
"When I came to Xianyang, the villagers were carrying congratulatory gifts and sending me off from ten miles away. How could they be sending me off?" Isn't it because of Young Master's reputation?"
Ying Changan grinned." Not bad. Looks like the Storytelling House needs to expand."”
"What does Your Highness mean by this?"
Meng Yi scratched his head.
"Lu Zhi, go and bring me a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.”
Ying Changan came to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down.
Lu Zhi agreed and entered the house to find a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, placing them neatly on the stone table.
Ying Changan picked up the brush, only to realize that his fair and tender arms were too short.
He was so angry that he stood on the stone bench, leaned his knees against the stone table, and began to write and draw on the paper.
In the beginning.
Meng Yi and Lu Zhi were both amused by Ying Chang 'an's charmingly naive appearance.
However, as time passed.
The smiles on their faces gradually froze and disappeared. In the end, they were filled with surprise.
Win Chang 'an wonderful pen flowers, mountains and rivers outline.
In just a few minutes, a storytelling building design was drawn on the paper.
There were eaves, cracks in the door, steps, and high platforms.
Every detail was vivid and lifelike, as if it was really floating in front of his eyes.
"Young Master, when did you learn how to draw?”
Meng Yi was already dumbfounded.
Although he was a boor, he was knowledgeable.
Ying Changan's painting skills were already comparable to an old monster who had cultivated for decades.
Not to mention him, even Lu Zhi, who was well-read and proficient in the four arts, opened his mouth in surprise.
She also loved painting and knew that it was not possible to achieve the level of winning Chang 'an just by working hard.
What kind of monstrous talent was needed to be able to draw such a world-shocking work?
"Alright, stop flattering me. While there's still some time, take this design and renovate the storytelling building.”
Ying Changan passed the blueprint to Meng Yi indifferently.
He was a painting genius who possessed the Spring and Autumn Painting Armor.
Not to mention drawing a design plan, even drawing the Along the River During the Qingming Festival would not be a problem.
"Understood!"
Meng Yi took the blueprints, turned around, and left the courtyard in large strides.
"The weather is really good today."
Ying Changan raised his head. There were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly.
"Yes, it's a good day to soak in the hot spring.”
He grinned.
"Hmm? What is a hot spring?"
Lu Zhi tilted his head, his eyes filled with curiosity.
……
Xianyang Palace, Zhangtai Hall.
During the morning court session, all the officials had already arrived.
Ying Zheng sat on the high throne, his aura imposing, but the expression on his face was not too good.
"Prime Minister, what did you say? The old general's attack was blocked?"
" Yes, Your Majesty." Li Si nodded awkwardly.”
Last night.
The Prime Minister's Residence received the battle report from the front.
Wang Jian rushed to the old land of Chu Country day and night and fought with Xiang Liang repeatedly, but he was actually somewhat powerless.
It was said that Xiang Liang had a new military advisor named Fan Zeng, a very powerful old man.
Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng hit it off at first sight and cooperated closely.
Fan Zeng saw that the old general Wang Jian was old, so he used the stalling tactic, clearly wanting to exhaust Wang Jian to death in the old land of Chu.
The atmosphere in the Zhangtai Hall was rather heavy.
Many people looked worried.
Not only was Wang Jian the Great Qin War God, but he was also a faith in the hearts of the Great Qin officials.
People instinctively believed that no matter how difficult the battle was, as long as Wang Jian stepped out, it would definitely be smooth sailing.
But now, hearing that Wang Jian was somewhat powerless and might even fail, everyone could not help but feel terrified.
If Wang Jian was defeated, who else in Great Qin would be able to turn the tide?
"Your Majesty, please allow me to go and reinforce you!”
Wang Ben couldn't hold it in any longer, and he begged Ying Zheng to let him go.
"General Wang, based on the current situation, it's best for you to stay in the capital.”
Before Ying Zheng could say anything, Li Si rejected Wang Ben.
"The old general is fighting at the front. If he wins, everything will be fine. "However, if you lose, you will be Great Qin's only remaining General, and you will have to stay behind to protect His Majesty!”
Wang Ben gritted his teeth and retreated silently.
Li Si was right.
Wang Ben was the only commander who could take charge of the battlefield.
He couldn't move.
The atmosphere in the hall gradually became restless.
Many people began to whisper.
"What should we do? Will Great Qin lose?"
"No…it can't be? Our Great Qin has been strong for hundreds of years; how could we lose to a few rascals?”
"In the story of the Nineteenth Prince winning Chang 'an, wasn't Liu Bang the ruler of the world and the founder of a 400-year-old empire? Wasn't this enough to explain the problem?”
"This…"
Someone mentioned the story of how Great Qin had won against Chang 'an, causing those who believed that Great Qin would win to instantly collapse.
Some people fell to the ground dejectedly, some looked up at the sky and sighed, and some closed their eyes.
Ying Chang 'an's storytelling had been fulfilled so far.
Whether it was the Great Tang's Li Shimin, the Great Zhou's Wu Meiniang, or the assassination of Xu Fu.
This little prince, who had displayed monstrous talent, had the terrifying power of law.
He said that Liu Bang founded the empire and built a 400-year-old empire. Could it be fake?
At this moment.
Many people were in despair.
The most painful thing in life was to know the ending, but still try to change it.
Could it be…
Was the First Emperor going to become the ruler of a subjugated country?
"Raise your heads!"
A voice filled with dragon's might rumbled in the hall.
All the officials raised their heads subconsciously, and met Ying Zheng's deep eyes.
It was like a vast ocean, like stars for ten thousand miles!
In Ying Zheng's eyes, there was neither confusion nor fear.
"The Great Qin Empire has been built by our ancestors with blood and tears. Will it fall so easily?”
"Fate?"
"Ha!"
"I am the destiny, I am the will of the heavens!”
At the end of his speech, Ying Zheng's unrivaled imperial majesty burst out in an instant, engulfing the entire hall.
It was as if a dragon was roaring in the nine heavens, and he was the only one who could shake the heavens and earth!
This was the domineering aura of the one emperor in history!
"Your Majesty, ten thousand years!"
All the officials knelt on the ground, their voices loud and powerful.
Their confidence seemed to have returned a little.
However…
It was far from enough!
Ying Zheng looked up.
They passed through the magnificent palace and the wide square in front of the palace.
His gaze seemed to pass through the river of time and arrived at Ying Chang 'an's courtyard.
He smiled.
Like a father, he gave everything to his beloved son.
"We have placed the Great Qin Empire and our ancestors as stakes. If we win, the luckiest people will be all of you.”
Ying Zheng spoke slowly, his voice rumbling throughout the hall.
All the officials looked at each other, not quite understanding the meaning behind Ying Zheng's words.
Using the country as a bet?
Isn't this a little too much?
Who was worthy of the First Emperor's trust, willing to bet on his ancestors and the country to accompany him in the ups and downs of six thousand miles of land?
He ignored the countless questioning and worried gazes.
Ying Zheng smiled faintly.
His deep gaze looked outside the hall.
Perhaps.
The mountains and rivers not far away were already filled with flames and blood.
However, Ying Zheng's heart was surprisingly calm.
He no longer carried everything on himself. Instead, he handed this heavy burden to the future, to the next generation.
"Brat, your father, I, have lost my life. Don't let me lose everything.”
Ying Zheng thought to himself.
"Good news! Good news!"
"Han Xin fought with his back against the wall and defeated the Conqueror Xiang Yu's army of 100,000!”
An urgent voice broke the silence outside the palace.
……
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