I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

It seemed like it had come to an end.

This is a quiet and desolate world far away from the bustling Ji City.

Rugged and steep mountains, fragmented hills, dotted with swamps.

A group of Yan troops dragged their broken tails and held dirty banners, hiding the Qin army's minions one deep and one shallow.

The city was broken and defeated.

They are now forced to move to Liaodong.

After running around for many days, Ji Dan's chest was tanned by the sun, white hair sprouted from his temples, bags under his eyes reached his face, and his blue robe with Taotie runes was fluttering. He was less than forty, and he seemed to be an angry man. Shen's character.

The mighty and majestic body also became slightly more muscular.

The yellow sand mist was kicked up by the horse's hooves. He looked at the blue sky, tears of grief and anger shed from the corners of his eyes, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. I have nowhere to send Jing Qing!"

Prince Yan is a good guest and supports warriors.

And they often reward beautiful women and do whatever they want.

On the way to escape, he was surrounded by a circle of powerful warriors. Their chests were full of generosity, and they sang tragically, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. The warriors are gone and never come back!"

"Explore the tiger's den and enter the dragon's palace, look up to the sky and exhale and it will turn into a white rainbow!"

"Jing Qing, wuwuwuwu." Ji Dan's throat rolled and tears kept flowing, "You are a warrior who resisted violence. Even if you die victorious, your reputation will last for thousands of years. This palace will enshrine your tomb in the temple, and thousands of people will do it in the future. The people of Yan will respect you and look up to you."

A scholar dies for a confidant.

Ji Dan's mournful cries penetrated into the ears of every warrior, making them scream and fight without stopping. They even saw King Qin collapse in front of him with his eyes wide open.

One by one they said angrily: "Prince! I would like to complete my unfinished will and go to Xianyang!"

"For the sake of the prince and the country of Yan, I will die nine times without any regrets!"

"The tiger and wolf are lucky to have good luck. If I can lift a thousand catties of stone, I will be able to remove the wolf's head and place it on the soles of the prince's feet!"

Ji Dan's eyes were red and he choked with sobs: "Okay, okay, I am lucky to get to know you all, and I will die without regrets."

The warriors knew his likes and dislikes, and rode around him on big horses.

They all sang loudly: "With a long sword, I hold the bow of Qin. If my head and body are separated, my heart will not punish me. I am sincere and brave, but I am strong and unstoppable. If my body is dead, my spirit is my spirit, my soul is resolute and I am a ghost hero."

This was done by Qu Yuan and was widely circulated.

This version is also based on folk tributes to the dead patriotic soldiers. Every time a line is sung, the tail must be cut quickly.

And the sound of metal and stone must be struck to combine.

Use the fullest emotions to express condolences to the innocent ghosts who cannot be gathered in coffins and buried in the cemetery.

The grief was conveyed to everyone. The generals and soldiers around them experienced the pain of fleeing their homeland and the regret that they might never be able to return. At this moment, they felt a lot in their hearts and had tears in their eyes.

They all responded and sang.

The voice is ups and downs, soul-stirring.

Even Yan Xi's feeble words from the "six-driver" carriage in front, "We haven't destroyed the country yet, but you are singing national mourning!" were covered up.

Camp in the open air.

The soldiers were dejected and buried the pot to make rice. Tents were spread out like sesame seeds on the ridge. The tired soldiers leaned against the tree trunks, hanging their helmets, and took a rest.

In their brief dreams, they may be with their father, mother, wife and children.Or meet up with brothers who have never returned and become ghost heroes.

"Ying Zheng! I'm going to kill you!"

When the sun was setting, a ferocious roar suddenly came from the tent. Ji Dan's jade crown had long been smashed off the side, and he was crawling on his knees on the ground.

Bird's nest version of messy long hair, with veins popping out on his neck.

His eyes shone coldly, and he turned left and right vigilantly, "Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng! Where are you! I will kill you sooner or later! Kill you! Kill you!"

"You coward! You are cowardly and incompetent. You are hiding and don't dare to come out. Why don't you dare to come out? Because you used to be a horse slave. You knelt down to groom people's horses, and you were submissive and timid. If it weren't for this prince, I would have pity on you. You, you, will still be destined to sit on the throne today! You are ungrateful, wolf-hearted, and you are just afraid of people knowing and knowing. All your former enemies were killed by you, Zhao Yan, Guo Kai, Han Cang, you razed Handan to the ground, I thought that the humiliation of the past had turned into ashes, and you marched your cavalry northward to break through Jicheng. Do you also want to kill me? Hahahahaha, let me tell you, you were once a horse slave, and you are still a horse slave now. You can’t wash it off. Patricide bastard!"

"Ying Zheng! You are not worthy of your position, you are not worthy of being the leader of the world, you are just a bastard who doesn't know who your biological father is! Where are you, come out, come out! Ahhhhh, I'm going to kill you!"

After the assassination failed, Ji Dan often suffered from hysteria after being criticized by ministers and denounced by Yan people in the temple.

The attendants around are used to it.

Now five steps away from him, he looked down at him with a dagger and kept poking at the human figure made of straw.

The scarecrow's chest was already riddled with holes.

You can vaguely make out the word "Ying Zheng" written in large blood-red characters.

On the back, "Manu" was written in big blood-red letters.

It was obvious that they were two princes who had known each other since they were pissing and muddy, and they had the most childlike fun with each other.

One is older and is the younger brother.

One is younger and is the little brother.

Over the past few decades, the world has been in constant turmoil. Things have changed and people have changed, leaving only the most vicious hatred.

The old chamberlain asked the people around him while shouting hoarsely: "Where is Miss Chang?"

Another person said: "No, I just went out to find medicinal herbs for the prince's illness."

The old chamberlain nodded.

He had served the moody Ji Dan for many years. Except for the assassination of Qin, he did not know anything about Ji Dan, including royal secrets.

Everything is clear.

Recently, there have been as many counselors and warriors appearing around the prince as carps crossing the river.

But the most dazzling one is Chang Yingying, the princess of the old Zhou Dynasty.

She was sent to the State of Yan for unknown reasons, and later met the two minions of the State of Wei, Huang Haru Shangqing, and was almost raped and tortured.It happened that the prince was on good terms with Huang Xi, and they secretly conspired to collude. When they met, he frowned and said something unbecoming, and casually saved Chang Yingying.

Later, fearing that the Qin Dynasty would be strong, he listened to the advice of the mansion's counselors and sent the girl back together with a great gift to congratulate the King of Qin.

Now this woman faked her death in Qin and returned to the prince. With her unspeakable intelligence, she made suggestions for the prince to take root in the temple. She even participated in Jing Ke's assassination of Qin.Tian Guang recommended Jing Ke.

Swordsmen are inevitably aloof and can easily be persuaded to stop.

Ji Dan was so distressed that he pulled his concubine into a carriage and let Jing Ke do as he pleased, but Jing Ke was indifferent. For some reason, Chang Yingying, who was not his concubine, used some means to capture the heroic heart and continued to perform. After some bitter tricks, Jing Ke was forced to agree to assassinate Qin.

to be frank.

The old chamberlain admired this woman's skills.

It's a pity that he followed a prince who was not yet a king.

He said in a sharp voice: "Have you cut out Chang Yingying's letter and read it?"

"Looked."

Another person said, "It's all about the crown prince ordering Miss Chang to communicate with the officials of Qi, Chu and Wei, nothing more."

Chang Yingying's writing is brilliant, and her few sentences hit the point directly.

He also learned a lot about the languages ​​​​of various countries and used the right words, which was really better than countless pen writers.

Another person added: "But by chance, when I was young, I saw Miss Chang raising eagles."

"Eagles are birds of prey, aggressive and wild."

The old chamberlain lowered his eyebrows, "Throughout the ages, there has never been a strange thing about using an eagle to convey messages." He added, "The army has been migrating recently, and the affairs are complicated and chaotic. Miss Chang often disappears, fearing danger. If there is a danger to our safety, please send someone to protect us."

"Yes!"

The other person bowed and retreated.

Night finally fell, and the torches were blown left and right by the wind.

Lao Jixi's plump body was sitting on a high cushion, with a blue robe covering her toes. Her face was flushed. She had obviously drank fine wine. Below her sat ministers and clan members in order of their status.

The maids on both sides held up huge and exquisite fans to fan themselves.

The bronze elegant music floated with the sound of the chimes, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. Venison was being cooked on the huge bronze cauldron in front of them, and the antlers were boiled until they were steaming.

The chamberlains took long-handled ladles, put the tender venison into lacquered red pottery bowls, and distributed them in order.

Lao Jixi closed her eyes and hummed along with Yale: "Don't cut or cut down the Fu Gantang! It's where Zhao Bo is planting it. It's where Zhao Bo is planting it. The Fu Gantang, don't cut it or break it! It's where Zhao Bo is resting. The Fu Gantang, don't cut it down!" Cut it off and don’t worship it! Uncle Zhao said.”

This is to praise the virtues of kingship and recall the government of Zhao Gong.

The Yan State has always been tyrannical. In the trend of continuous reform and self-improvement among the great powers in the world, the successive kings of the Yan State not only had absurd Zen positions, but also vacillated the great vassals, and despised the other six countries for non-Ji blood origins, which led to a series of A profound event.

Now on the run.

King Yan still wants to maintain this etiquette tradition.

He thinks that he is occupying the broadest place in the world, establishing the right position in the world, and walking the great road of the world.

Being benevolent, it is extremely ironic for soldiers to carry such heavy chimes and cauldrons across mountains and rivers to satisfy moral and etiquette performances.

At the end of the night, there was a lot of snoring.

Lao Jixi drank the deer wine and ate the deer meat, and in the surge of blood, she became a new lady with a tender heart, weak bones and charming bones. When the clouds and rains came, she seemed to have broken away from her old body and returned to her heroic days.

After a while, he hugged the beauty and fell asleep.

There was a lot of noise outside, and Prince Dan was clamoring to come in.

Ji Xi was woken up, her snow-white eyebrows and beard trembled. She leaned against the bed curtains and touched the back of the beauty on the quilt with her dry hands, as smooth as butter.

The beauty stuck her head out and breathed softly into his ear: "Your Majesty, go and have a look."

After putting on his pajamas, Ji Xi walked out of the screen and saw his haggard eldest son.

He came up to him and said to him enthusiastically, "Father, I recently asked a fortune teller to get a fortune telling. The last time Jing Ke failed to attack the road, the reason was that evil spirits were hindering him. Several of my subordinates have secretly sneaked in." Lishan Camp, King Qin will go to Lishan Camp every other year to select brave men and compete with emerging talents. As long as King Qin comes out of Qin Palace next year and sends a few warriors to push boulders to ambush him on the way to Lishan Camp, he will definitely be able to Smash the bones of that tiger and wolf!”

Done.

He paused and observed Ji Xi's reaction.

Ji Xi's lips moved, a look of relief flashed in her eyes, and she patted his shoulder, "Okay, okay, okay, I have raised a good son who will serve the country and the people. From now on, the Kingdom of Yan will be handed over to you, so I can rest assured."

Ji Dan: "Father..."

When he was young, he was sent to another country as a hostage and wandered for half his life, tasting the warmth and coldness of the world.

It is rare to see such a true human relationship between a father patting his son on the shoulder and praising him.

Ji Dan's tears were shining, and she swore like a child, "Father, my sons and ministers will definitely help my father solve his problems, eliminate violence and destroy the Qin Dynasty, and protect the Yan Kingdom thousands of miles away!"

"Good good."

Lao Ji also wiped away her tears and turned her back to him and said, "Son, my father heard that you have been working hard every day since you returned to the Yan Kingdom. You can stay up for several nights in order to revive the Yan Kingdom. You are my father's best friend." Son, be filial and sensible. It's really hard for you to let you be a hostage. Go and have a good rest. Your father is here, so you can have a good sleep."

"Father."

The words with a sonorous voice were not uttered.

Two tower-like Yan generals suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed Ji Dan's arms, lifting his legs off the ground.

The shattering wind outside penetrated from the top of the forest and whistled past Ji Dan's ears. The surrounding area was covered with gray, and the leaves were rising one after another, dancing in waves, stretching and curling, like agarwood chips that had cooled down after being burned.

As a child, he sat on the carriage ignorantly.

Proton's fate is ill-fated and rarely comes to an end.

The queen mother and her maids lit a charcoal fire to ward off evil spirits and see him off.

After wiping away the last tear, Ji Xi walked back to Hu Tat along her chest. The beauty on Tatai smiled at him.

He said, "Fortunately, the beauty alerted me, so I didn't make the big mistake I regretted when I attacked Zhao."

The beauty lay meekly in his arms and said with a mixture of grievance and nostalgia, "It is Ying'er's great blessing to be able to share your worries for the king. I also ask the king to take more pity on Ying'er in the future."

"Hahaha, okay, okay."