What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

Sinner.

Hearing this word from Chen Ke's mouth, the tension in Chuanyang Jun's brows and eyes finally eased a little.

He looked at the young man sitting in front of him.

In fact, who doesn't know that it is a sin to bring the peaceful and prosperous times into troubled times again?But no one would really call it that.

Because the kingship is supreme, those who have the ability to gain the kingship, or those who stand in a position where they can see the kingship and seem to be able to reach the kingship by stretching out their hands, will not feel that they are sinners, nor will they feel that they want to Doing things is sin.

Chen Ke felt this way, which showed that Chen Ke really didn't have any thoughts.

I didn't expect to get the supreme kingship.

This is of course a good thing for Mr. Chuanyang.

"You're right."

Mr. Chuanyang said with emotion, there was a little inexplicable sadness in his tone, this sadness was entangled in his heart like spring rain, and could not be dissolved.

"It's just that sometimes, some people always deceive themselves, and it's false to deceive themselves."

"Tell yourself that you can give everything for the kingship."

Mr. Chuanyang put a chess piece in his hand on the chessboard, no, or the chess piece was placed outside the chessboard.

"Look, if there is still room for chess pieces here, wouldn't the offensive of this chess game be reversed?"

"Your chess pieces are threatened from the north, and also from the south, and even the seemingly safe and peaceful situation inside your chess game is also threatened."

"Multiple threats are coming together, what should you do?"

Chuanyang Jun looked at Chen Ke, with a calm tone and a hint of meaning.

And Chen Ke smiled, and the smile eased.

"Mr. Chuanyang, how do you know that I didn't take this into consideration?"

He picked up a chess piece and placed it on the board.

"Actually, in this case, I have two options."

"First, place a chess piece here, and fight with this chess piece."

"Secondly?"

Chen Ke smiled because he didn't understand, and he placed the chess piece somewhere on the board, which happened to be the border of the place where the chess piece was.

This chess piece and another chess piece around it formed a barrier, blocking the black chess piece.

"Look, there are already two chess pieces here, forming an elephant with horns?"

"Even if there is a threat coming from here, there is no need to worry."

Chuanyang Jun looked at the chess game, but what he was thinking about was not just this game of chess, but the situation of the whole world in his heart.

After a long time, he sighed faintly: "It really is Chen Ke."

He pointed to the chess board and said: "I thought it was not easy for me to look at the situation in the world. I didn't expect Chen Fengchang to be able to watch it for so long."

Mr. Chuanyang seemed to have thought of something, and said bitterly: "But is that person's talent really so powerful?"

"It can make you so relieved."

Chen Ke's expression remained unchanged, but he looked quietly at the distant sky, and said softly: "If anyone can compare with him at this time, I am afraid that there are only the four famous generals back then."

"His talent is by no means inferior to those four, and may even rank first among the famous generals."

Because Han Xin was not born in the same era as the four famous generals, Chen Ke actually didn't know how to describe this famous general.

Even if Wang Jian is still there now.

Han Xin is a soldier, and Wang Jian is the four famous generals of the Warring States period. There is actually a time gap between them.

Now Han Xin is still in the growth stage and has not yet fully formed, while Wang Jian is already in a shooting star stage that has passed his peak.

Hearing what Chen Ke said, Mr. Chuanyang's face showed a bit of fun.

He actually wanted to see Han Xin a little bit, but he was not sure whether he could wait for Han Xin's return.

Dang even said, "I see."

"Since I can get such admiration from you, I must be a great person."

The corner of Chuanyang Jun's mouth was smiling, and the expression on his face was more joyful and gratified: "My Daqin really has a lot of talents, so I won't end up in a situation where there is no success."

In fact, ever since the First Emperor ruled the world, he and Chuan Mugong have always had this kind of thought.

With so many talented and famous generals, will the Daqin in the future use up all his luck?
What if it is really used up?

Daqin's stretching to luck, can it continue?

How many years can Daqin stand?

These are the things Chuan Mugong and Chuanyang Jun used to worry about, but now they don't have to worry anymore.

Because the famous generals of Daqin have been continued, whether it is Chen Ke or Han Xin, whether it is Xiao He, Chen Ping, Cao Can, or even Fan Muye, Guan Zhuo and others newly promoted by Chen Ke in the local area.

Or it might be Fusu, the next emperor of Daqin, or the sons of Daqin today, such as Jianglu, Huhai, and the children of the clan such as Ziying.

These are all excellent character supports that can be seen at first sight.

These rotten people can finally close their eyes with peace of mind.

Thinking like this, I don't know why Chuanyang Jun didn't feel the slightest resentment in his heart, and even some joyful emotions.

He looked at Chen Ke who was sitting opposite him, with a little apology on his face.

"Chen Fengchang, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish this game of chess with you."

After saying this, Mr. Chuanyang felt dizzy in his mind, like a ball of paste, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he was a little sleepy.

"Clap"

The chess pieces in Mr. Chuanyang's hands fell on the ground, making a strange clicking sound, as crisp and clear as a jade plate falling on the ground.

Chen Ke and Ziying looked at Mr. Chuanyang sitting there with a little sadness in their expressions.

Their eyes looked at Chuan Mugong who was sitting on the side. Chuan Mugong had been sitting silently on the recliner since the two of them played chess.

Looking at the past now, I can only see the corners of Chuan Mugong's mouth smiling and his brows and eyes relaxed.

Looks like it's already dead.

Ziying resisted his grief and stood up. He looked at Chen Ke with the same expression as usual, but it was difficult to hide the rosiness and grief in it.

"Chen Fengchang, my uncle and ancestor have passed away. I am going to the palace to report to His Majesty."

"It's inconvenient to entertain Fengchang more, please please Fengchang at his own convenience."

Chen Ke nodded slightly. He looked at Ziying, then at the cold bodies of Lord Chuanyang and Lord Chuanmu, and sighed for a long time.

"The two old men have left with their own hearts, so there is no need to be too sad."

Saying this, Chen Ke bowed to the bodies of the two old men before walking away slowly.

Outside Zongzheng Mansion
On the street, snowflakes from the sky kept falling down and falling on the ground.

Soon a layer of snow fell on the ground, white and beautiful.

Chen Ke walked on the snow, one step at a time, looking very much like a person who is slowly returning home from the snow, which is somewhat elegant.

Now is the time when the streets are bustling, with roadside shops, various pedestrians, and small vendors selling things.

The noise of children, the voices of adults scolding, and the voices of merchants selling things.

Bustling, but very reassuring.

All of a sudden, Chen Ke thought of a line of poetry in his mind, but he didn't know if it was suitable for the occasion.

"This place of peace of mind is my hometown."

He stretched out his hand, and the snowflakes fell on his palm. It was a bit cold, but it was more of a refreshing feeling.

Chen Ke walked forward step by step, catering to the sound of sales on the roadside.

He knew why Mr. Chuanyang and Mr. Chuan Mu had supported him for so long, why they stopped supporting them today.

Because they see hope.

The next generation of Daqin is still thriving. In this way, Daqin can at least last for three to forty years.

And the only thing they can do now is die.

A little darkness flashed across Chen Ke's eyes. In fact, in his plan, these two old people didn't have to die generously at this time.

He has a way to gather those people in Xianyang city.

It's just that these two old people feel that their own death is more powerful.

He closed his eyes and said no more.

He just kept walking forward silently. It wasn't that he alone wanted Daqin to be better, but countless people wanted Daqin to be better.

They are all using their own methods to support Daqin.

Zhangtai Palace
Ziying was heading towards this direction step by step, with serious and unresolved sadness in his eyes.

Kneeling one step at a time, he arrived outside Zhangtai Palace.

"Report to Your Majesty, Da Zongzheng and Zongzheng of the Zongzheng Mansion, Prince Chuanmu, Prince Ji of the Great Qin Clan, and Prince Hui, Prince Chuanyang, died."

Sitting in the palace, Ying Zheng's brows and eyes trembled. When he opened his eyes, his eyelashes were still trembling slightly, but his voice was slightly calm.

"Give Chuan Mu Gong and Chuan Yang Jun a state gift, and give them a state funeral."

"Add the Duke of Chuanmu to be the Marquis of Chuanmu, and the Lord of Chuanyang to be the Marquis of Chuanyang."

"Order the Daqin clan to gather in Xianyang to send off the two elders, Chuan Mu Gong and Chuan Yang Jun."

Ying Zheng spoke his orders in an orderly manner.

"According to Chuan Mugong's words, after the two of them passed away, Ziying was ordered to take over the Daqin clan."

Yingzheng's eyes were like a torch, looking at Ziying in front of him, there seemed to be no sadness in his expression: "Ziying, are you able to take on the heavy responsibility?"

Ziying knelt on the ground, looking at the tall man in front of him.

Then he bowed heavily on the ground: "I would like to obey His Majesty's will, and I will definitely live up to the expectations of Your Majesty, Chuan Muhou, and Chuanyanghou."

Ying Zheng waved his hand: "Go."

Ziying bowed again before standing up. He looked at Ying Zheng in front of him.

Although there was no sadness in Ying Zheng's eyes, Ziying could feel the helplessness and sadness in Ying Zheng's body.

This was the first time Ziying saw this godlike man mourning.

He saluted again: "Report to Your Majesty, Ziying will take his leave first."

After finishing speaking, Ziying turned around and walked step by step on the land outside Zhangtai Palace.

After Ziying left, Ying Zheng sat there dejectedly.

After he screened Han Tan and the others away, he sat in front of the chessboard, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just sat there.

How many elders does he still have in the world now?

That old fellow Wang Jian barely counts as one, but Wang Jian is a smart person, and he would never be an elder in front of him.

Ying Zheng counted and counted, counted and counted, and finally he could only sigh heavily.

Perhaps the person he could call an elder is completely gone.

At this moment, Ying Zheng only felt sad in his heart. In his lifetime, he has never had a single elder in his life.

There are not many people who can even speak intimately.

In the past, although Chuanyang Jun and Chuan Mugong didn't come to Zhangtai Palace very often, he knew that they were there anyway.

Now it's gone like the autumn wind.

Ying Zheng stared blankly.

A leaf that had been hanging on the branch fell down with the wind. This was the last leaf on the tree.

The leaves fluttered in the water, stirring up a circle of ripples, which looked very complicated.

Chen Ke lay on the chair, silently watching this scene.

After many times of layout, it is finally time to set up the net.

Finally, he was able to clean up Daqin's interior completely, but he didn't know why he was not very happy.

He didn't have much contact with Chuanyang Jun and Chuan Mugong, but these two people always reminded him of some familiar people, and those people also liked to do things like this.

"Maybe people of the older generation like to do this?"

Chen Ke shook his head with a smile, and raised the wine glass in his hand: "It's better to sing a song and bury the words in the wine."

"It's always a good thing!"

outside the wolf tent

Green and green grasslands grew all over the place, Zhang Xilong stood under the cold moonlight, his slender figure looked a little handsome.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, looked at the person in front of him and said: "I don't know what the eldest prince is looking for?"

Mao Dun stood in front of him, with a gloomy and cold look in his expression and eyes.

"What are you looking for?"

He suddenly smiled, his smile was like a wolf in the snowy night, making people tremble: "Qin man, of course I am looking for you to cooperate."

There was a stern look in his eyes: "You also know that Da Khan is old, and since he is old, he will be afraid of risks."

"So in the end he will definitely not trade with you and the people behind you, so if you want to cooperate, you can only find me."

"And, it's equal for you to find me, isn't it?"

Zhang Xilong's expression remained unchanged: "What do you mean?"

Mao Dun just smiled and didn't say anything. He looked at the sky in the distance with his hands behind his back, and suddenly said: "Envoy Zhang said that he came here under the order of Lord Dong'an?"

Zhang Xilong nodded slightly: "Naturally."

Then Mao Dun continued: "Jun Dong'an is just a clan of Daqin now, not the king of Qin, nor the emperor of the Central Plains."

"How can he control a large army? It's just an empty promise."

"And I am the same. Now that my father is on top, I am not the king of the Huns."

"Make a deal with me and help me become the king of the Huns, and after I become the king of the Huns, I will lead the Huns to the north to help your Lord Dong'an. Isn't this a double win?"

"My father is not a fool. After he realizes what happened to Mr. Dong'an, you will have no room to turn around."

"Envoy Zhang."

Mo Dun walked to Zhang Xilong's side, and patted his shoulder lightly: "Think about it carefully."