The rise of Tianzhu of Daqin

Chapter 520 Wang Jian wins
In the backyard of Wang’s family in Xianyang, a grey-haired old man, holding a broom in his hand, really concentrates on cleaning the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and is extremely focused on every move.

There is a stone table nearby. On the stone table, there is a jug of Qin wine and scattered fruits.

Beside the stone table, Princess Liyang sat quietly on the stone bench, staring at the old man intently.

The old man cleaned the ground once, and seemed to feel that it was not cleaned, so he cleaned it again.

The yard is not big, but it took the old man two hours to stop satisfactorily, with sweat already appearing on his forehead.

The old man put down his broom, staggered to the side of the stone table, greeted Princess Liyang, and sat down.

Princess Liyang looked at the dying old man, wiped the sweat off his forehead with her hand, and said with a hint of reproach: "You are becoming more and more like an old man, and more like a mortal."

"When I met you at the beginning of the year, you were only twenty-eight years old. Now that you are middle-aged, I am naturally older."

The old man smiled and said: "In this world, there is no one who will not grow old, and there is no one who will not die."

Princess Liyang rolled her eyes at the old man with all kinds of flair, and said displeasedly: "Time is ruthless, but it can't wash away the hero's appearance. No matter when, you are the hero in my heart. You are the Marquis of Qin State who destroyed the four kingdoms. You are Wang Jian of gold and iron horses!"

Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng of the Great Qin Dynasty, another famous general of Qin who swept the invincible Qin after Bai Qi, destroyed the four kingdoms with one man, and cultivated a pillar of the country like Wang Ben, Marquis of Tongwu.

It was rumored that he was assassinated by Ming Yuehou and had already fallen, but he did not expect that he was still alive at this moment.

"Golden armor and iron horse, so what about a hero's first life? It's better to sweep the floor and burn incense, so that you can live comfortably!"

Wang Jian said: "You guys, you are too high-minded, you might as well see clearly like that little fellow Yingxuan."

"His vision is comparable to that of his father, do you call that low-minded?" Princess Liyang asked Wang Jian back.

"That's the pattern, it's the vision, not the heart!"

Wang Jian said indifferently: "Look at Yingxuan, eat when you should eat, who should eat when you should, this Qin State is full of civil and military affairs, and there are thousands of families in Kyushu, who is as comfortable as Yingxuan?"

"Yingxuan, that uncle of yours is not simple. He made a living out of the boring practice and journey."

Wang Jian said: "I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it. Raising flowers and plants can make you happy; sweeping dead branches and fallen leaves can make you happy. Isn't that great?"

Princess Liyang's face was reddish. Back then, Wang Jian was in the army, and the two got married in the army. Later, they got together less and separated more. It's really not as good as it is now.

"Old and unscrupulous!" Princess Liyang spat, and then asked Wang Jian, "Did you do something bad behind my back, and this will come to make me happy?"

Seeing Princess Liyang's shy appearance, the smile on Wang Jian's face became wider, and he said: "I stay in the mansion every day, in this courtyard, and I have not hidden anything from you."

Wang Jian was silent for a moment, and said with a little sadness: "It's just that such days, I'm afraid there will be no more days in the future!"

Princess Liyang's complexion changed slightly, and she said, "Why, Marquis Wucheng doesn't want to sweep the floor of this palace anymore?"

"Think about it, I want to sweep for a lifetime, sweep until you are old, and sweep until I am old." Wang Jian said melancholy.

"What happened?" Princess Liyang asked in a deep voice.

"Yingxuan defeated the mermaid tribe in South Kyushu, and the Demon Emperor pacified the Daxue Mountain. His Majesty will fight against the Dao of Heaven, and Kyushu will start a war."

Wang Jian said: "I have received a secret order from His Majesty, asking me to immediately go to the nine counties in the north to replace Wang Ben and lead the empire's frontier army to resist the demon clan!"

The clan of the Daqin Imperial Clan, Zhao Lang said he was sick and did not go to court today, and Ji Zhi did not go to the Daqin Royal Chamber of Commerce, but came to the Ancestral Hall of the Daqin Imperial Clan.

The two fumbled for a while, opened a secret door, and merged into the darkness.

Behind the secret door is a deep passage, and behind the passage is a brightly lit stone room.

In the stone room, there are nine bronze tripods, which are really the nine tripods of King Yu.

A middle-aged man in coarse linen rubbed the Yuzhou tripod, as if the Yuzhou tripod was some kind of peerless treasure.

He once destroyed the Eastern Zhou Dynasty with his son Chu, moved the Nine Ding Ding to Luoyang, and painted it in Surabaya. When Jiaolong made trouble, he overturned the Yuzhou Ding and fell into Surabaya. Although he killed the Jiaolong, the Yuzhou Ding could never be recovered.

Although King Zhaoxiang never blamed him, but one of the nine tripods was missing, but the lost eyes of King Zhaoxiang were engraved in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it.

From then on, the state of Qin lost a powerful general who was capable of recruiting and fighting, and there was one more sinner among the great Qin clan.

Now that Yingxuan took back the Yuzhou tripod and saw the nine tripods return to one, he has no regrets.

"Ji Zhi (Zhao Lang) has met Dazu! I don't know why Dazu called me to wait?"

Ying Yu said flatly: "Kyushu is lost and regained. I wanted to go to the tomb of King Zhaoxiang to congratulate my king."

"It's just that I'm afraid I can't go now. Your Majesty wants me to go to the northern Kyushu immediately. You two can go there for me!"

"promise!"

Ji Zhi and Zhao Lang took the order and said that they wanted to retreat, but were stopped by Ying Yu.

"Going to the north now, I have a hunch that I probably won't be able to come back alive!"

Ying Xun said: "Let the disciples of the Daqin Clan who are not afraid of death come with me to the north!"

"How could the country of the Qin people not be watered by the blood of the Qin clan?"

Ying Xun said: "You guys, you always think about the revival of the Qin clan, but you don't think about why the Qin clan fell?"

"There are some things that I didn't want to say at first, but I have struggled with the surname Ying for half my life, and I still can't let go of the person with the surname Ying. Let me give you some pointers!"

"The Great Qin Clan has always been Ying Xuan who bleeds alone. The more blood he bleeds, the more His Majesty values ​​him. The Qin Clan relies on Ying Xuan to survive, and it will only make His Majesty look down on the Qin Clan. How can you rise up? What about the day?"

"When I die this time, half the sky of the Qin clan's clan will collapse. There will be a lot of blood flow, and His Majesty's heart will soften. Your chance has come."

Ying Yu said: "From now on, you can follow Ying Xuan with peace of mind and do things for His Majesty!"

"Follow the order of the great ancestor!"

Ji Zhi and Zhao Lang said respectfully, but there was a bit of sadness in their tone. There is another hero in the Qin clan, and it will be gone!

When Ji Zhi and Zhao Lang retreated, Ying Jin closed his eyes, recalling the past in his mind.

Ying Yu opened a box, revealing the Qin people's battle armor from the period of King Qin Zhaoxiang, with obsessive eyes.

The battle armor was well taken care of, and it didn't look old at all. Ying Yu passed on the battle armor, took out a big axe, and swung it around, his whole body suddenly became radiant.

"The bones of the body haven't rusted yet, Great Qin Yingxie, he can still fight, and he can still fight for Qin!"

"The generals of the Qin people deserve to die on the battlefield. What a perfect destination!"

The last time Ying Yu watched Jiuding, just like he was in Zhou Wangji back then, his eyes were high above, his expression was invincible, it was the posture of a winner.

In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of King Qin Zhaoxiang swallowing mountains and rivers, the nine cauldrons returned to one, the king has no regrets, as a remnant of the old era, he can die with peace of mind.

"Sir Yingji, please fight!"

(End of this chapter)