Ying Zheng's body is thin, and even his robe and cape cannot hide this shortcoming.
"Slender" is a good word, but he is a bit too thin now.
Because he is thin, his face is more angular, with a high nose bridge and slender and sharp eyes. He has a cold, deep, and resolute emperor's appearance.
The voice of the First Emperor suddenly rang out, and the hall was filled with veterans of the Qin Dynasty. When they heard the voice, the hairs on their bodies stood up, and they all looked back.
At this time, everyone was stunned.
For a moment, the only sound left was Ying Zheng's footsteps, which were extremely clear, stepping on everyone's heartbeats one by one.
"Your Majesty? You, you really are?"
Ying Jue's expression management was out of control. A middle-aged man, the commander of the Central Guards, was in tears and his nose was dripping with tears.
The corners of his mouth turned downward, as if he were crying, but his upper lip and teeth formed a smile again, and his whole face kept twitching.
Li Si naturally knew that His Majesty had never died. He took a steady look and knelt down as he had done countless times before.
"Your Majesty, Li Si, respectfully welcomes His Majesty the Emperor."
…
Chen Ping's mind suddenly exploded.
From the day Nongyu defected, all the changes in the world situation were constantly surging in his mind, repeated, connected, and then became clear.
The First Emperor is not dead!
Did Qilin's assassination fail?
No!
This is a game.
A very bold situation, risking death to survive.
The ultimate goal is to achieve a new, unified world where the people of the seven countries are all called Chinese.
The people who knew about this layout include Shi Huangdi, Li Si, and Nongyu. The person who laid it out is already ready to be revealed.
The Imperial Master who mysteriously disappeared ten years ago!
Hahaha, you are worthy of being a national master!
Chen Ping was so excited that he almost wanted to dance. It was so wonderful. Such a sinister and monstrous plan controlled the fate of all people in the world.
The world is a chessboard, all the people are chess pieces, the highest realm of counselors!
…
When Ying Zheng walked into the hall, in just ten seconds, Ying Jue, Chen Ping, Meng Tian, Li Zuoche, Wei Zhuang, Xiong Dian, Feng Quji... everyone performed the richest expressions in their lives.
.
The real protagonist, Fusu, has been standing beside the emperor's throne, with his back to the palace door.
"Ying Zheng is already a dead man. Why not trade your reputation as a dead man for your world and dreams?"
This familiar reprimand, the voice in my soul, was exactly the same as the voice coming from the palace.
His nose felt sore, he tilted his head slightly and held back tears.
In fact, Fusu was mentally prepared.
When he said to Li Si, "In this way, the prime minister will die for charity."
Li Si actually replied that he would be willing to die for the Qin Dynasty.
This is no empty talk. Sin Ji has issued an edict that Li Si should be dismissed as Prime Minister. I am afraid that he, a cruel official and villain in the eyes of the world, will really be shattered to pieces.
Killing yourself is not Li Si.
And someone who is bigger than Li Si and can make him say such things...
Before anything else, Li Si captured Zhao Gao and welcomed him into the city.
Li Si actually had the strength to attack Zhao Gao directly, so why did he go there earlier? It was as if he was waiting for him.
If, if it was really him behind Li Si, then he would definitely want to hear that he agreed with this strategy, because the emperor should take care of the world first.
However, Fusu wanted to be a willful son-in-law for the last time and listen to that stern reprimand.
Sure enough, it was still the voice in my memory.
Fusu turned around and saw clearly the man who had frightened him countless times before, his father.
Father, emperor, father, emperor, the focus is not on the father, but on the emperor.
To be honest, Fusu really has no impression of father's love. In his mind, his mother's figure occupies 99%, while his father only has the tall and majestic back figure holding a long sword in his hand.
Probably, only the eighteenth brother Hu Hai has experienced that kind of fatherly love.
"My son, I respectfully welcome my father."
…
The position at this time is upside down.
The one standing high above is Fusu, and the one standing under His Highness is Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng raised his head slightly. This was undoubtedly the first time in his life that he looked up at his son.
He hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
You are already dead, and you are still clinging to your filial piety towards a dead person, while giving up a rare strategy that can save Da Qin. Fusu, you still haven't fully woken up!
However, when looking at Fusu with his own eyes, Ying Zheng suddenly felt a little...
This is an indescribable feeling.
His first thought was to reprimand Fusu severely, but suddenly he wanted to point at Fusu and say to others, "Look, this is my son Ying Zheng. You can't be jealous of this filial piety."
I was still a little angry just now, but in the blink of an eye I felt calmer and my heart felt warm.
When Fusu turned around, their eyes met, and when Fusu said, "My son, I respectfully welcome my father," Ying Zheng suddenly clenched his cheeks, lowered his eyebrows, and stared "hardly" at him.
Lu Yan rolled his eyes secretly. He knew that Ying Zheng was trying to control his tears.
…
His Majesty the First Emperor is back.
The news quickly spread throughout Xianyang, and the city of Xianyang was blown up.
Ying Zheng showed up in person and inspected the entire Xianyang with Fusu. Everyone, whether it was soldiers in the army or Li people, went crazy because of the news.
If Li Xin had not returned to Xianyang with an army of 30,000 men, there would have been trouble in Xianyang City.
His Majesty the First Emperor returned to the throne, and Prince Fusu officially opened the government and was appointed crown prince.
Three generals, Meng Tian, Li Xin, Li Zuoche and Da Qin, are in Xianyang. They have 30,000 more soldiers to fight, and they also have the Gongshu family and the machine beast.
Steady!
The morale of the people and the military quickly stabilized.
Next, it is time to pacify the world and reorganize the country.
First, let’s start with the Bashu rebels west of Xianyang.
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Xianyang Imperial Prefecture
Lu Yan stood opposite the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion.
He didn't quite understand why Gongsun Linglong would sweep the floor with a big broom at the door of his hometown.
He felt that he should not have admitted his mistake. The fatter woman had also developed internal strength. Apart from Gongsun Linglong, she did not think of anyone else.
At that time, Gongsun Linglong was only ten or nine years old. Lu Yan met her in Taiyi Mountain twenty years ago.
The people who made friends with Lu Yan at that time were from her father's generation and her grandfather's generation. They had a friendship through exchanging books, so the relationship was not deep.
Now that twenty years have passed, why did she come to clean the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion?
"Huh? Who are you?"
Gongsun Linglong discovered Lu Yan.
She couldn't help but feel wary when she saw Lu Yan wearing a ghost-drawing mask and all in black, standing across from him looking at her very strangely.
"..."
What should Lu Yan say? He thought for a while and chose to remain silent.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to stir in circles.
Gongsun Linglong quickly used a broom to suppress it, then bent down, dragged the broom, and pushed the fallen leaves all the way to the corner.
When she looked up again, she found that the strange man standing opposite had disappeared.
"What the hell, it's inexplicable."
The door of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion opened, and the elderly Hui Liang Yi opened his somewhat hazy eyes and said to Gongsun Linglong: "Linglong, what did you say?"
"It's nothing. There was a weird person just standing opposite for a while and then left. I guess he came to pay homage to the former residence of the Imperial Master again."
"Oh, there are too many people like this, don't worry about them."
Hui Liangyi stretched out his legs slowly, crossing the threshold with one foot first, then holding the door tightly with both hands, with bulging tendons, almost gritting his teeth and trying to lift the other foot over the threshold.
Gongsun Linglong hurriedly went over to help him, "Senior Hui, please don't be so pushy."
"No, it's already like this. If you don't move, it will become useless even faster."