Outside Xianyang City.
The thick fog lingered for days.
After a night, the heads on the city walls were already swollen.
Fortunately, the weather was cold and no strange smell spread out.
Sister Zhou followed Ying Zheng and rode the carriage all the way to the city.
The live broadcast room was frantically taking screenshots.
Xianyang 2,000 years ago!
On both sides of the street, there were peddlers selling their wares.
Some people buy it.
There were even performers shouting.
It was extremely clear!
For historians of the floral family.
Each frame was a historical picture that could be studied in the future.
At the same time.
Everyone was waiting.
They were waiting to see the 100 men of the State of Wei hanging.
They were waiting to see how the scholarly faction would comment on the Ancestral Dragon.
The number of people who lived in the live broadcast room had already exceeded three million.
They didn't even have fifteen minutes to leave.
From the day Ying Zheng first appeared.
Sister Zhou's live broadcast room had already been pushed to the front page.
The highest number of people in real time was over ten million.
This time, the number of people who came to watch the live broadcast after hearing the news far exceeded the number of people who came to watch the live broadcast on the day when Ying Zheng was keeping watch.
The reason was simple.
The scene this time.
It was not a majestic palace, a solemn mourning hall, or a bloody and terrifying battlefield.
This time, they were separated by a thousand years.
He saw how the people lived 2,000 years ago.
Green bricks and stones.
The eight horses moved forward side by side.
On the city wall that was more than ten meters tall, a head hung alone.
The city was heavily guarded.
Five hundred people rushed to the funeral and cried loudly.
The scene was chaotic.
When she faced Lu Buwei, who only had a head left, she felt a surge of suppressed sorrow.
This group of mourners cursed wantonly, wanting to vent the anger in their hearts.
"Such a Qin technique is the work of a beast!"
"Life is the beginning of man. Death is the end of man. Good from beginning to end, human nature is complete! The king of Qin, Ying Zheng, did not respect literature and called him thin!”
"Marquis Wenxin has lived half a glorious life! Why did you do this? It is the sin of the State of Qin to disrespect the etiquette and law, despise and blaspheme!!!”
The crowd was furious.
He completely ignored Wang Jian's ban.
Eight horses pulled a carriage and stopped in the city.
wails and cries.
It was sent to the live broadcast room one after another.
Ying Zheng lifted the curtain.
Wang Jian was already waiting outside.
"Your Majesty! Most of the people who came to the funeral were merchants and hanger-ons. You have a sharp tongue and are so vicious."
"Among them, there are many pedantic scholars. They don't pay their respects wholeheartedly, but just want to gain a reputation.”
Sister Zhou stood beside Ying Zheng.
The live broadcast room was facing Wang Jian.
"Aren't they afraid of death? Scolding the King of Qin in Great Qin's territory just to gain a reputation?”
"I don't understand."
"I don't understand!"
"Can any big shots explain?"
Historian Wang Fenyu rewarded the streamer with ten rockets!
"There are many scholarly students. Some come from illustrious families, while others don't. In ancient times, if a person wanted to be known as a talent, they had to first have a reputation.”
"It's just like how internet celebrities are famous now. No matter if they're black or red, you have to let people know that there's such a person.”
"Therefore, as long as something big happens, these people who are eager to become famous will swarm over.”
"Moreover, in ancient times, sacrifices were the most important.”
"If he angrily rebukes the King of Qin here, he might even be killed. At that time, there will be people who will spread the news that he bravely rebuked the King of Qin. If he's not careful, his name might go down in history.”
" If he's lucky and the King of Qin doesn't kill him, he'll have more to talk about in the future. When he goes to other countries, he'll let people know that he was the one who scolded the King of Qin when he was paying his respects to Lu Buwei.”
The more Sister Zhou looked at what this big shot said, the more it sounded like the routine of their live streamer circle!
At this moment, Ying Zheng roughly knew what these people were doing.
On the long street outside Xianyang City.
They set up a reed mat tent and gathered to cry.
Only then did the young emperor appear.
The originally noisy shed area instantly fell silent.
The Tian Trading Company walked out first.
He cupped his hands and said to Ying Zheng," Your Majesty, Marquis Wenxin's crimes are full of doubts. He has shed blood and made great contributions to the Qin Kingdom. He should not have ended up like this! Please return his corpse to me, King Qin! It saved him from the tragic state of being dismembered.”
"Tian Trading Company." Ying Zheng recognized him.
This person had a deep relationship with Lu Buwei!
"I remember that you are a merchant from the Qi Kingdom. You dared to come to Great Qin because of Lu Buwei's new policy that required merchants from all countries to be able to sell goods in Great Qin.”
Ying Zheng was young, but his bearing was not to be underestimated.
He walked over to the Tian family merchant and said," It is a good thing for a merchant to help the people circulate their goods, but Great Qin has not received any tax. Tell me, how much did you give Lu Buwei?”
Hiss!
The merchant from the Tian family frowned and gasped.
How did this young king know?
The live broadcast room was filled with question marks.
"F * ck, what's going on? Why don't I understand?”
"I don't understand either. Did this Tian merchant give Lu Buwei any benefits?”
"I don't understand. Let's hear it again!"
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