It's night!

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and dark clouds in the sky are floating with the wind.

From time to time, a few birds' songs and sounds of making updates came.

The Eighteenth Prince’s Mansion.

The people under his command came to find out the news and reported: "Young Master, the situation is indeed true. My subordinate went to the attic for a day and saw Weizhuang."

"Um!"

The young master Hu Hai nodded slightly, waved his sleeves and said lightly: "Get back."

"promise!"

The servant left respectfully.

At this time, the young master Hu Hai showed a confused look on his face and looked at Zhao Gao and said, "Teacher, what do you mean by this starling? He actually rebuilds the anti-rest sand, or under the current situation?"

Zhao Gao's face was a little solemn, and he reached out to grop his chin, frowned, thought deeply, and analyzed: "What I think in my heart is very likely to be related to the Marquis and the Lords!"

"Although the Eighth Master is likely to have an unknown force, it is secret after all, and this is a weapon on the surface..."

When talking about this, Zhao Gao seemed to have confirmed this possibility, and his speech was a bit firm.

When the young master Hu Hai heard this, his eyes flashed, and he nodded and agreed: "It is indeed possible."

at the same time!

In the various counties and counties, the marquises and nobles of the Empire received news from their subordinates on their way to Xianyang City from their fiefs.

Inside a county station.

Where is Zhuoqinghou’s team located.

Zhuo Qinghou sat in the room and looked at the news. Although he was a little surprised, he still let go of his nervousness.

He looked at the ancestor sitting upright and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The ancestors are there in everything, not to mention that since His Majesty the First Emperor ascended the throne, he has never killed any heroes, except for the Guanzhong clan who is ignorant of rebellion and death."

"I heard that the 100,000 troops of the Lishan camp were under the command of the Eighth Prince. It can be seen that this is not the will of Your Majesty. It is very likely that the Eighth Prince will give me a warning."

Inside the station, in a room next to it.

The Marquis of Guangping looked at the information coming - the army of Mount Li was in charge of Xianyang!

His face was full of surprise!

"How is this possible?"

"Your Majesty the First Emperor cannot do this!"

"It must be the Eighth Master. Damn, what exactly are you going to do?"

at the same time.

Marquis Xing Yue looked at the information in his hand and was shocked.

In the late night when the October winter season was already a little chill, my whole body felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and my hair was standing up all over my body.

I couldn't help but feel a little hesitant, wondering if I would set off for Xianyang tomorrow.

Not only him, but also the same thoughts as Fengqing Hou Jiang Xingsheng, Sheng Yun Hou, etc.

They do not have the courage and courage of that ancestor.

"The Eighth Master's move is clearly intended to catch us all!"

Fengqing Hou Jiang Xingsheng and others couldn't help but guess.

Everyone traveled together, went to Xianyang together, and lived in the same county station.

Marquis Guangping, Marquis Feng Qing and others immediately ran to the post station where Marquis Zhuoqing was located.

When I arrived outside the room, knocked on the door, and bowed respectfully: "Marty Zhuoqing, I will come to pay homage to the old Marquis if I have something to do!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Zhuo Qinghou listened to the sound coming from outside the room and looked at everyone's figures.

He couldn't help but frown, waved his hand to open the door, and said lightly: "Come in!"

A group of marquis and nobles stepped into the room one after another, carefully closed the door and sat down.

"What are you here?"

Old Zhuoqing Hou walked out and looked at everyone and said with a smile.

In fact, others have already guessed it.

"hey-hey!"

Marquis Xingyue, Marquis Guangping and others were embarrassed to smile and said, "Old Marquis, this..."

Their speech was a little hesitant and intermittent.

"News came from Xianyang City, saying that the army of Lishan Camp was dispatched and is now in charge of Xianyang City."

"I don't know if I'm going to go any further, I'm really confused!"

"If the Bachelor of the Eighth feels cruel, then my life will be in danger."

With Ying Ziye's ruthless and decisive nature, they could not help but worry and fear.

"Oh!"

Old Zhuoqing Hou smiled helplessly, with a hint of disdain, and said, "Since you are worried and afraid, then I will send some of the old, weak and disabled soldiers from your private soldiers as a recruitment to temporarily block the eighth prince's verbal talk."

"Then you wait near Xianyang and gather a hundred miles away from Xianyang. You will not enter Xianyang for the time being to observe the changes. In this way, you can also contact and avoid the army of Mount Li."

"At the same time, arrange for their own private soldiers to prepare secretly. Once the Eighth Prince really wants to attack us, then explain his interests and oppress him."

"If so many marquises are not guilty, even the First Emperor would not dare to do this!"

The words fell.

All the marquises and nobles were praised by them.

"It's not bad, this plan is very good!"

"This move is really too stable."

"Attack, you can defend if you retreat."

"There is room for retention, so that the Eighth Master can't say anything."

"Anyway, we've handed over private soldiers..."

The Marquis of Guangping, Marquis of Fengqing, and others nodded and agreed.

He sent the envelope and told his confidants to hand over some elderly, weak, sick and disabled people to the court's recruitment office.

A few days later.

In Xianyang City.

The Eighth Prince’s Mansion.

The bad guy came to report: "Your Majesty, the empire marquis and nobles have recently handed over private soldiers, but the soldiers conscripted from their fiefs are all old, weak, sick and disabled!"

"Oh!"

Ying Ziye sneered disdainfully.

He was not surprised by the methods of the marquis and nobles.

"Young Master!"

Li Si looked serious and said, "The marquis and nobles are all a hundred miles away from Xianyang, and there is no further."

"I wonder what your grandson plans next?"

Ying Ziye's face was calm and he said slowly: "There is no hurry to do this. Since they are willing to wait outside, let them wait!"

When Li Si heard this, he paused and said nothing, and bowed and left.

"Go and summon Weizhuang."

Ying Ziye said lightly.

"promise!"

The bad guy bowed his order.

Not long after.

Weizhuang appeared at the door, stepped in, sat down, and said coldly: "I have seen the young master!"

"Um!"

Ying Ziye responded lightly, waved his hand, and a powerful true energy tilted to close the door, and said with a smile: "How has the anti-rest sand been formed now?"

“It’s quite smooth.”
To be continued...