Author: I slept until I woke up in the afternoon

Xianyang Palace is the main palace of the Qin Dynasty. It is the political center of the Qin State starting from King Qin Huiwen, the first Qin king in the history of the Qin State. All the dynasties of the Qin Dynasty were held in this majestic Xianyang Palace.

It is also a symbol of the country Da Qin.

In Xianyang Palace, soldiers wearing light silver armor can be seen patrolling everywhere. They hold long iron shields, carry three-foot Qin swords at their waists, and carry strong bows and crossbows on their backs. They watch every one arriving here intently.

The courtiers guarded the palace.

Wei Wei looked at these soldiers wearing light silver heavy armor and frowned slightly.

Nei Shisi on the side noticed the look on Wei Weijie's face, stopped and whispered: "What's wrong?"

Wei Wei shook his head.

"It's nothing, let's go, we're already here a long time later than Mr. Hou."

Zuo Yijie on the side also urged: "Yes, it seems that the Marquis has been here for a long time. If you continue slowly, you may be punished by the Marquis."

Nei Shisi nodded. Lao Ai has been in a bad mood recently. Ever since Ying Zheng was not dead and the yellow-haired boy named Zhang Ji came back, Lao Ai has become more and more uneasy. It seems that Ying Zheng will be there next moment.

As if getting angry with him.

But neither Nei Shi Si, Wei Wei Jie, Zuo Yi Jie, nor Zhongdafu Ling Qi thought this was impossible.

You must know that the Qin Palace is now under the control of his guards. Although Ying Zheng has gathered a group of officials around him, most of them are young people and children of rich families. They look weak and weak.

The fighting power is probably just to win over people's hearts.

If the guard wanted to take action, he was confident that he could kill all the officials around Ying Zheng within half an hour with his guards equipped with crossbows, not to mention that there were still those who could mobilize the garrison in Neishi.

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The four of them walked up the steps together and arrived in front of the huge black palace door. Wei Wei couldn't help but look back at the soldiers wearing silver armor.

He always felt that the iron shields in the hands of these guardsmen wearing light silver armor were a bit strange. The shields of the guardsmen did not seem to be like this. Could it be that Zuo Yiji had given his guardsmen a batch of newly cast high-quality shields?

Wei Wei glanced at Zuo Yiji and saw that he didn't care about the shields in the hands of these guards, so he didn't say anything more, shook his head and entered Xianyang Palace.

Entering Xianyang Palace, the four of them noticed the unhappy look on Lao Ai's face, which was obviously dissatisfied with their arrival so late.

Lao Ai's gloomy eyes showed his mood at the moment. The feeling of being in Xianyang Palace was really too depressing. Without Wei Weiji, the confidant who controlled the palace, it would really make people feel uneasy.

The four of them knew that they were in the wrong, so they walked quickly to kneel down behind Lao Ai.

This splendid Xianyang Palace does seem a little lonely at the moment. After all, this palace was originally used for court meetings, but the only ministers who came tonight were high-ranking civil and military officials from Xianyang City.

On a dark throne made of black jade that has been polished for thousands of years, Ying Zheng is dressed in black clothes, with golden dragon patterns on his shoulders, gold edges on his sleeves, and a windlass sword passed down from generation to generation by the Qin kings on his waist, showing the majesty and domineering power of a king.

the wind.

The old man in court uniform knelt down and sat closest to Ying Zheng. However, unlike Lu Buwei, Lao Ai and other faction leaders, there was no one around him except himself.

Such an old man stands out from the crowd just standing there.

Moreover, he was not wearing court clothes, but was wearing black mysterious clothes, with white beard and hair, and his originally tired complexion was unusually rosy.

Although the old man's beard and hair were half white, he was still alone and no one dared to look down upon him.

"Why is he here?"

The leaders of the factions were whispering to each other, as if they wanted to get some valuable information from others, but everyone had a blank look on their faces, and they were obviously very confused about the arrival of this old man, including the one on the throne.

That young king.

"We have met Zong Zhengling."

Regardless of whether they wanted to or not, everyone stood up and bowed down in unison.

This old man is none other than Great Qin Zong’s official order, Ying Mu.

In the entire Qin Dynasty, this person was the only one with a transcendent status. Even the Empress Dowager Huayang had to bow down and pay homage to this person as a junior.

Zong Zhengling is Zong Zhengling to a country, but to the Ying Qin clan, he is a clan elder.

In the case where the previous Qin kings were the elders of the Ying Qin clan, the clan elders were the people who controlled the Ying Qin clan on behalf of the previous Qin kings. They had absolute control over the Ying Qin clan except for the previous Qin kings, whether it was imposing punishment or even execution.

, all have power.

But Ying Mu is different. His seniority is the highest in the Ying Qin clan, because he is the son of the late King Huiwen and the Queen Mother Xuan, and the younger brother of the same mother as the first Zhaoxiang.

Ying Mu seems to have inherited the longevity of his mother, the Empress Dowager Xuan. She is already eighty years old this year, but she is still physically strong and mentally agile. Apart from some physical changes in appearance, she does not look like an old man.

As if he noticed the gazes of the officials looking at him, Ying Mu's eyes that had always been closed slowly opened.

The eyes that had always been cloudy were now projecting a sharp, razor-sharp gaze when scanning the ministers, making people dare not look directly, as if those eyes could see through everything.

"Your Majesty, can we start the court meeting?"

Ling Qi, the middle doctor behind Lao Ai, opened his mouth to ask. As a middle doctor, it was within his duties to ask like this.

Ying Zheng glanced at the ministers below, looked calm, and said slowly: "Don't worry, there is one more person."

The ministers were all puzzled when they heard this, and felt that there was no shortage of colleagues who were qualified to come to Xianyang Palace to participate in tonight's discussion.

But their thoughts were different. If it was Ying Zheng in normal times, that would be fine. Today, the old sect was here to order Ying Mu, but no one dared to question it.

When Ying Zheng saw that no one said anything, he waved his hand to signal everyone to continue waiting.

After a while, when even Ying Zheng was a little confused about Zhang Ji's delay in arriving, the voices of the guards and chamberlains outside the palace gate came into the hall.

"The Queen Mother is here!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they saw Zhao Ji wearing a black and red phoenix robe entering the hall.

At this moment, Zhao Ji no longer has the enchanting charm of the past. Although these words are still enough to describe the graceful and proud figure, no one will use such words to describe the person in front of her.

Even Ying Mu, who had always disliked Zhao Ji, could not help but secretly nod his head when he saw that Zhao Ji's every move showed the majestic aura of his mother.

Zhao Jifeng's eyes were like water, but at this moment the water seemed to have condensed into ice, and her eyes were full of coldness.

Zhao Ji slowly walked towards Ying Zheng, and when she passed by the courtiers, even Lu Buwei and Lao Ai, who hated old women like Zhao Ji, couldn't help but move their eyes slightly, and all the courtiers leaned down to worship.

"I have met the Queen Mother."

But Zhao Ji did not reply, but walked straight through the ranks of ministers, leaving behind a refreshing fragrance of roses, and came to Ying Zheng's side.

Under the arrangement of the old eunuch Ling, a throne carved from red agate appeared behind Zhao Ji in time.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Ji, who was standing next to Zhao Ji like a lieutenant beside the King of Qin, with a strange look on his face. The look between his eyebrows seemed to be asking Zhang Ji, what are you kidding about?

Zhang Ji just shook his head slightly.

He made a good plan tonight, but Zhao Ji changed most of it.

However, he had to lament that although Zhao Ji lacked some structure and sense of proportion on weekdays, when Zhao Ji was serious, she was worthy of being the Queen Mother of the Qin Dynasty!

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