It's night!

The moon and stars were sparse, and dark clouds were drifting in the sky with the wind.

From time to time, there were a few birds chirping and the sound of the clock ticking.

The Eighteenth Young Master's Mansion.

The people under my command came to inquire about the news and reported: "Master, the situation is indeed true. I went to squat near the attic for a day and saw Wei Zhuang."

"Um!"

Young Master Hu Hai nodded slightly, waved his sleeves and robe, and said calmly: "Step back."

"promise!"

The servant respectfully left.

At this time, Young Master Hu Hai showed a puzzled look on his face and looked at Zhao Gaodao: "Teacher, what do you mean by this Eighth Brother? He actually re-established the counter-quick sand, or is it under the current situation?"

Zhao Gao looked a little solemn, stretched out his hand to touch his chin, frowned, thought deeply, and analyzed: "What I am thinking in my heart is probably related to the marquis and nobles!"

"Although the Eighth Young Master may have an unknown force, it is secret after all. This is a weapon on the surface..."

When he said this, Zhao Gao seemed to confirm this possibility, and his words were somewhat decisive.

When Young Master Hu Hai heard this, his eyes flickered, and he nodded in agreement and said, "It is indeed possible."

at the same time!

In various counties and counties, the princes and nobles of the empire received detailed news from their subordinates on their way from their fiefdoms to Xianyang City.

Within a county station.

The location of Zhuo Qinghou's team.

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

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

"Ancestors are present in everything. What's more, His Majesty the First Emperor has never killed any of his heroes since he ascended the throne, except for the Guanzhong clan, who did not know how to live or die in rebellion."

"I heard that the Lishan Camp's 100,000-strong army is controlled by the Eighth Young Master. This shows that this is not His Majesty's will. It is very likely that the Eighth Young Master is just waiting for me to show off his power."

Inside the inn, in a room next to it.

The Marquis of Guangping looked at the intelligence coming in - the Lishan army was stationed in Xianyang!

Face full of surprise!

"How is this possible?"

"It is impossible for His Majesty the First Emperor to do this!"

"It must be Young Master Eight. Damn it, what are you going to do?"

at the same time.

Marquis Xingyue looked at the information in his hand and was stunned on the spot.

In the already chilly late night at the beginning of winter in October, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and all the hairs on my body stood on end.

I couldn't help but feel a little hesitant in my heart, wondering whether I would leave for Xianyang tomorrow.

Not only him, but Marquis Fengqing, Jiang Xingsheng, Marquis Shengyun, etc. also thought the same way.

They don't have as much courage and courage as the ancestor.

"The Eighth Young Master is clearly trying to catch us all in one fell swoop!"

Fengqinghou Jiang Xingsheng and others couldn't help but guess.

Everyone was traveling together, heading to Xianyang together and staying in the same county townhouse.

Marquis Guangping, Marquis Fengqing and others immediately ran to the location of the inn where Marquis Zhuoqing was.

When he came to the outside of the room, he knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Marquis Zhuo Qing, I have something important to come to see the old marquis!"

Bang bang bang!

Zhuo Qinghou listened to the sounds coming from outside the room and looked at the people.

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

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

"What are you doing here?"

Old Zhuo Qinghou came out, looked at everyone and smiled.

In fact, others are mature and have already guessed it.

"hey-hey!"

Marquis Xingyue, Marquis Guangping and others smiled sheepishly and said, "Old Marquis, this..."

Their voices were hesitant and broken.

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

"I don't know if I want to go there, I feel really unsure!"

"If the Eighth Young Master becomes cruel, my family and my life will be in great danger."

With Ying Ziye's ruthless and decisive temperament, they couldn't help but worry and fear.

"Oh!"

Old Zhuoqinghou smiled helplessly, with a hint of disdain, and said: "Since you are worried and scared, let's first send some old and weak soldiers from your private army as recruits, so as to temporarily stop the Eighth Young Master's talk."

"Then wait until you get near Xianyang and gather at a place a hundred miles away from Xianyang. Don't enter Xianyang for the time being to observe the changes. In this way, you can also avoid contact with the Lishan army."

"At the same time, we will arrange for our respective private soldiers to prepare secretly. If the Eighth Young Master really wants to take action against us, we will state his interests and suppress him."

"With so many marquises, even the First Emperor would not dare to do this if they were not guilty!"

The voice fell.

All the marquis and nobles were impressed by it.

"Yes, yes, this is a great plan!"

"This move is really too sound."

"If you advance and attack, you can retreat and defend."

"Leave some room so that the Eighth Young Master can't say anything."

"Anyway, we have hired private soldiers..."

Marquis Guangping, Marquis Fengqing Jiang Xingsheng and others all nodded and agreed unanimously.

Pass the envelope and tell your cronies to hand over some old, weak, sick and disabled people to the Imperial Recruitment Department.

A few days later.

In Xianyang City.

Eight Young Master's Mansion.

The bad guys came to report: "My lord, those imperial marquises and nobles have recently handed over their private soldiers, but the soldiers recruited from their fiefdoms are all old, weak, sick and disabled!"

"Oh!"

Ying Ziye sneered disdainfully.

He was not surprised by the methods of those noble marquises.

"Master!"

Li Si looked serious and said: "Those marquises and nobles are all a hundred miles away from Xianyang and have not gone any further."

"I wonder what the master's next step is?"

Ying Ziye looked calm and said in a leisurely voice: "This matter is not urgent. Since they are willing to wait outside, let them wait!"

Hearing this, Li Si paused without speaking, bowed and left.

"Go and summon Wei Zhuang."

Ying Ziye said calmly.

"promise!"

Bad people accept their orders.

It didn't take long.

Wei Zhuang appeared at the door, stepped in, sat down, and said in a cold voice: "I have seen the young master!"

"Um!"

Ying Ziye responded lightly, waved his hand, and closed the door with a burst of majestic energy, and said with a smile: "How is the formation of Niqusha now?"

"It went pretty well."
To be continued...