If Great Qin takes a step back today!
Then the Six Nations would advance ten steps!
Wang Jian's face was deathly pale.
His heart was beating wildly.
Amidst the violent winds.
The young emperor's figure gradually grew taller.
Wang Jian vaguely saw that the previous kings of Great Qin were all standing behind him.
The young man's expression was arrogant and arrogant!
When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this scene, their emotions exploded.
How domineering.
How extreme!
It was precisely because of this personality that he was the number one emperor in history!!!
"Too awesome! The Ancestral Dragon was right. The Six Nations will advance ten steps!"
"My blood is boiling. This is the one emperor in history!!!”
"When the Ancestral Dragon spoke just now, that gale was really fitting!”
"I have the same feeling. That wind, it seems to be blowing especially for Ying Zheng!”
In the Qin royal palace.
Wang Jian clasped his hands and knelt down, looking at the young sovereign.
And the night sky behind him.
"Yes!!!"
This was a king!
Great Qin's King!
"General, it's late at night." The young sovereign's voice slowly rang out.
"Go back and rest early."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zheng walked down from the high platform and walked towards Xianyang Palace step by step.
In the dark night.
The rulers of the six states were uneasy.
After Lu Buwei's death, the sky of Great Qin seemed to have changed.
It had completely changed.
At the same time.
A carriage quietly entered Yangdi, the capital of Han.
……
Overnight, a corpse appeared at the city gate.
A hole as thick as two fingers pierced through the corpse's skull.
Even the white pulp in his brain mixed with his blood and flowed out.
It had already frozen into ice.
No one dared to collect the corpse.
Even the passersby left in a hurry.
"Qin is tyrannical and inhumane." In the reed mat shed.
The emissary of the State of Zhao looked at the corpse lying outside the tent and said fiercely.
Mourners are not allowed to enter the city.
Everyone had to stay where they were.
They simply set up large tents with reed mats under the city wall.
He had planned to cry and sacrifice today, so that the people of Xianyang would not be at peace.
He never thought that…
That night, someone died.
Today.
No one dared to step forward.
Among those who went to the funeral, there were Lu Buwei's close friends from the business world, hundreds of Lu Buwei's henchmen, and various secret envoys from the six countries.
The Wei Country's funeral delegation had all been hung on the high wall.
A few of them had already lost their sleep last night.
Now, he was hanging on the city wall dispiritedly. It was unknown if he was dead or alive.
"I definitely can't sit still and wait for death."
In the greenhouse.
The emissary of Zhao came to find the emissaries of Chu and Qi who were close to Zhao.
At noon.
Sister Zhou's eyes were a little dark.
"The old woman is visibly haggard.”
"I've been staying up for almost three days straight. It's already good enough that the old woman didn't suddenly die.”
"Old woman, in the future, you must urge the First Emperor to sleep early and have a regular rest.”
"That's right. Brother Zheng's body is so strong. The reason why he died early must have something to do with his work schedule.”
"Look at how the old woman dozes off. Compared to the Ancestral Dragon, she's really f * cking old!”
Sister Zhou grinded the ink, her eyelids almost unable to open.
However, he was still very serious.
Other than spilling water on the dragon table…
Ying Zheng raised his eyes and saw Sister Zhou's eyelids almost closing.
"Are you sleepy?"
Sister Zhou was startled awake.
"Hahahaha, old woman, your saliva is dripping onto the Ancestral Dragon's desk!”
"That's right, quickly wipe it."
He saw the bullet screen.
Sister Zhou quickly wiped her mouth.
He randomly touched it twice.
There was no saliva at all!
"Brothers, can you not scare me?”In a moment of desperation.
Sister Zhou called out in a low voice.
Brothers?
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows.
Sister Zhou immediately covered her mouth.
"Hehe, Your Majesty, I'm talking nonsense.”
She lightly slapped her own mouth.
"Your Majesty, you slept less than me. Aren't you tired?”
Ying Zheng smiled and shook his head. If you're sleepy, you can go to the side to rest and call Xiao Gaozi over to serve you.”
Ever since Lu Buwei was banned, he had lost his position as prime minister.
The memorials sent by all the ministers.
Ying Zheng was the only one watching.
He had always been easy to talk to the people serving in the palace.
After witnessing Ying Zheng's arrogance and tyranny, and seeing his gentle smile…
Sister Zhou's heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump into her throat.
Sleepy?
How could he be sleepy?
He was just short of a sudden death from his heart beating too fast.
How could she still be sleepy?
"Your Majesty, I'm not sleepy anymore. I'll just wait on you.”
Sister Zhou giggled.
He wiped away the water that he had poured on her.
From her point of view.
The live broadcast room was just enough to record the bamboo slip beside Ying Zheng's hand.
On it was a memorial sent by the Xianyang patrol officer.
It was a bunch of classical Chinese that the livestream could not understand.
He directly called the big shot to interpret it.
Historian Wang Fenyu rewarded the streamer with ten rockets!
Wang Fenyu: " It says here that a lot of rumors have already appeared in Xianyang City. The person who spread the rumors finally found out that the news came from the reed mat shed outside the city.”
"Rumor has it that the new King of Qin is the son of Lu Buwei and not of the Ying family's bloodline. That's why there's heavy rain, fog, and snow.”
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