I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

223 BC.

On this bloody night, Mi Qi was pushed to the political forefront by invisible hands and became the last king of Chu.

Yingdu fell, and thousands of people were flying around like wild peaks that had lost their nests. Even the coach Xiang Liang had long since disappeared.

Thousands of elite members of the Chu family were still resisting desperately, protecting him from retreating.

"Your Majesty, run quickly! The city gate is broken, tigers and wolves are going to kill the future!"

Mi Qi knew it was a dead end at any time, so he just shook his head.

He is from Chu.

A man of Chu who is firm and proud.

"The soldiers of Chu State will fight the tiger and wolf to the bitter end!"

Blood flowed everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.

The soldiers of the Qin army were hoarding Chu heads like crazy, until the head with the crown on it was taken off and held high, with black blood dripping from the cut surface of the head.

It was as light and silent as snowflakes, and when it fell it was like black holes.

The sound of the hand holding him up was like a thunderbolt: "Ede! It's Ede! The king of Chu! Look, there is a crown on top. This head is cut off from the forehead! It's Ede! It's Ede!"

At the last moment before his death, Mi Qi vaguely saw the Empress Dowager Huayang lingering on the sickbed again in a trance.

Empress Dowager Huayang looked at his head with inexplicable eyes and sighed: "Xiong Qi, your official hat is not worn straight, it is crooked."

"Crooked, not straight."

"You wore an extra hat, you took an extra wrong path, Mi Qi, how could you have taken the wrong path?"

Mi Qi's vision became bright red and slender, his eyes widened angrily and the corners of his mouth twitched.

this road.

I, Xiong Qi, am leaving, even if I make the wrong move, it’s okay.

The royal family was cut off, the Chu State was officially destroyed, and Xiang Liang fled without a trace. The 300,000 Qin troops stationed in the Chu State continued to stay to fight against the fierce restoration craze, and continued to establish counties and pacify the Baiyue, and the civil strife in Lingnan, and strengthened Border defense lines to prevent people from suffering innocent misfortunes.

Soon, the following year in 222 BC.

Ji Wangxi, who fled to Liaodong, was captured by Wang Ben, and the Yan Kingdom was officially destroyed.

Qi Yan was destroyed one after another, and Qi State, which had only a peaceful and peaceful land in the world, had to jump into the chess game and confront Qin State.

This kind of confrontation.

It is not the confrontation between Qi State and Qi State, but all the nobles, tycoons, aristocratic families and royal families from other countries in the world who have fled to Qi State clamoring to support Qi State in sending troops and generals to annihilate the confrontation between tigers and wolves in one fell swoop.

If the King of Qi refuses to obey.

Then they would start a rebellion and even threaten to kill all the old, weak, women and children in Qi.

The city gate caught fire and affected the pond fish.

The influx of these heavyweights into another rule is bound to change the rules, and in the struggle, they are bound to suck the flesh and blood of the defenseless people. The people at the bottom are really miserable.

But will the King of Qi resist Qin?

For so many years, King Jian of Qi, who has regarded the entrustment of the king and queen as his guideline: "Serve Qin with sincerity and be trustworthy with the princes." He has always been determined to treat Qin with caution and treat the princes with integrity.

Now although all the princes are gone, there is only one Qin State left.

But it was precisely this kind of standard that carried out the whole life of King Qi Jian as king. This allowed the people of Qi to live and work in peace and contentment, the treasury was full, and the country was stable.

If they really fall out with the King of Qin and the State of Qin, what kind of situation will the State of Qi face and what will happen to the people of Qi?

But if you don't fall out with the Qin people, wait until the Qin people arrive at the gate of Linzi City.

So what?

"Mother, oh oh oh oh oh, mother oh oh oh oh oh. If you have a soul in heaven, please ask me in my dream. Now the princes and kingdoms are gone, leaving only your son as a king, and the King of Qin who is eyeing him. He wants to I'm calling. What should I do? It's still Qin Jin's business. I ask you, Queen Mother, to show your spirit and make the decision."

King Jian of Qi, with his head full of white hair, was wrapped in a quilt, holding the jade pillow that the queen often slept on during her lifetime, and cried until she was as weak as a child, just like a child.

stranger.

No one could have imagined that this was the mind of a sixty-year-old man, and no one could have imagined that he was the king of a country.

The queen of kings in his mouth.

It's his queen mother.

This legendary woman who was extremely independent and courageous in the history of Qi State added a magnificent feminine color to her body as a woman.

She was originally just the daughter of Taishi Jiao. Later, during the civil strife in Qi, the crown prince of Qi, the future young Prince Qi Xiang, Tian Zhang, was reduced to working as a gardener in Taishi's mansion. The queen recognized that he was not an ordinary person when she was still a girl.

The boy also revealed his identity as he got along with the girl day by day.

The girl knows Tian Zhang's identity.

You should make a decisive decision and have an affair with him.

Taishi Jiao thought that this girl was acting perversely and was extremely courageous. He was afraid that she would cause trouble in the future, so he had an affair with her without her parents' orders and went against her father's authority.

He declared that he would never see this woman again.

But the queen is a virtuous man and still serves her father respectfully without any neglect.

King Zhao of Qin sent envoys to the state of Qi to give him a nine-link chain that was extremely difficult to solve. No one in the state of Qi could solve it.

The king and queen smashed the hammer and solved Qi's predicament.

Beautiful, smart, strong, broad-minded, and virtuous, her achievements in assisting King Qi Xiang were better than any man's beauty.

Even when his son Tian Jian was a minor, he looked up to her wisdom and skills for more than ten years. Whenever Tian Jian faced difficulties when he was a teenager, he would lie in his mother's arms and listen to his mother's tireless efforts.

It was his breeding ground and his armor.

But his hotbed is gone, and so is his armor.

A national problem was placed in front of King Jian of Qi. In the past, all the affairs of the country, large and small, were left to the prime minister to deal with them, but this problem was too big and boundless.

The prime minister had no choice but to win.

No, no, no, no, no... Even he, the King of Qi, can't do it, how to do it, how to do it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu——"

"Mother, oh, oh, oh, oh, please show your soul and entrust your dream."

Qi Wangjian grabbed the jade pillow with trembling hands, and a series of tears fell from the wrinkles on his face.

A maid announced outside the curtain, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here."

"What is he doing here! Didn't you see that I am paying homage to my mother?!"

".Prime Minister, Prime Minister, you can't go in, Prime Minister. Prime Minister, you can't go in, the king is inside."

Qi Wangjian wiped the shit from his eyes and wiped the tears. His breath was hot and moist, and he turned over on the bed with difficulty. There was a dark figure in front of the curtain, swinging two large sleeves and approaching fiercely.

It is Hou Sheng who has pale face and white hair.

He was the prime minister whom his mother valued, a trustworthy person she had entrusted to her before her death, and he was originally born in the Taishi Mansion.

Not to mention anything else, over the years, with his presence, Qi Wangjian was able to abandon everything and have a child-like willfulness.

"Later wins, didn't I say that?"

His eyes were crying and he was rubbing his eyes impatiently.

Hou Sheng actually had an inseparable power dispute with the upper-level officials of the Qin people. He came in and directly showed the "Book of Surrender", "The King of Qin's iron cavalry is approaching the city. As long as your Majesty agrees, the King of Qin will not touch the Tian family's ancestral temple, nor the Qi people. Don't show your fists, don't fight, don't kill. Your Majesty, you are doing this for the sake of the people and the government. Not only will the King of Qin treat him favorably, but the people of Qi will definitely worship him. Only if you are famous for your virtue, you can be immortal. At that time, your Majesty, you will Your benevolence will be spread far and wide and known all over the world, and your prestige will surpass that of the thirty-two generations of previous kings of Qi."

Qi Wangjian was speechless when he heard this: "No, no."

"Your Majesty, the Qin people's cavalry has come riding on the blood of the five kingdoms. Surrender."

"No!"

Qi Wangjian held his head and wailed in pain, "Why, why do you want me to surrender? Why, why are you all me?"

Later, he was shocked.

King Jian of Qi hated this feeling of being burdened, carrying the lives of his people, the prestige of a country, the high expectations of his ministers, and even having to bear their food, drink, and diarrhea, just like...

The look in the eyes of the queen before she died was the same.

He has been carrying it since he was a toddler until he was gray-haired.

Qi Wangjian could never let go, and he could never forget that day. The day before the Queen's death, she was lying on the bed like that. There were several tangled golden threads on her curtains, illuminated by the sun, as if they were about to be buried. An unbroken life.

He was her obedient son, and the queen often praised him for being sensible, obedient, and able to take on important responsibilities. Qi Wangjian read to his mother.

He held his head high, spoke clearly, and was serious about everything.

The queen mother interrupted him, and she was helped up by the maid. There was a blush on her face, and she looked gorgeous and beautiful, as if she had returned to her youthful beauty.

He was relieved, yes, the queen mother would be fine, as usual.

"How have you been studying these days?"

"Go back to your mother, okay."

"The most important thing when you are a king is that you must sympathize with the sufferings of the people. You must love them as you love your brothers and sisters."

"Okay, I promise."

King Qi Jian agreed to do whatever his mother said.

"There are several people in government that you can reuse."

He immediately said: "Queen mother, wait a minute, I will go get the bamboo pieces and pens right now." When he returned, the queen looked at him with a dull look, looking so far away, "Old woman, I forgot."

She lay down again.

This was the last time he saw his mother.

That look was something he never forgot despite tossing and turning in the future.

He always followed the queen's policy of governing the country and always reused ministers whom the queen trusted.

He dare not go beyond the rules.

Only then can he make no mistakes.

But, now.

Mother, can you tell me what to do?

Qi Wangjian lay on the couch in a daze, suffering back and forth over and over again.

The Qi army, which had been at ease for decades, did not prepare for attack and war. Facing the Qin army, no one dares to challenge it. A huge web of chaos was stirring in his mind, and he was panic-stricken. When he woke up, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

A shadow stood in front of the bed.

Shockingly familiar.

He opened the curtain and looked, layer by layer, layer after layer, spreading across thousands of mountains and rivers, "Mother, mother, queen, mother, queen, are you? Mother, you are a son and minister, you are a son and minister, mother and queen."

"Surrender, don't stain Linzi with blood and commit murder."

This was the sound he thought about day and night.

It's his queen mother.

He can't forget it, and he can't forget it.

"Surrender, Queen Mother, do you mean surrender?"

Qi Wangjian nodded hurriedly and sat upright on his knees, "Okay, okay, I will write a letter of surrender right now." He rummaged on the ground and found the "Book of Surrender" that Hou Sheng had left here a few days ago. He didn't even read it, and bit He broke his finger and wrote his name on it.

King Qi Jian, in the spring of 221 AD.

"Queen Mother, Queen Mother, sons and ministers have all followed your instructions. Look, there is nothing else that needs to be corrected."

He unfolded the bamboo slips with both hands and raised his head earnestly, but there was no one in front of him.

At the same time, the king's aura on his head dissipated like steam, and a snow-white fox was coiled on the ceiling. The fox demon grinned crookedly, stretched its eyes and inhaled the king's aura.

Then he jumped and disappeared.

*

After absorbing the king's energy, Bai Tu turned into a human and walked in the empty palace.

His big sleeves looked like he was wearing white gauze in the moonlight, and the bone fan fluttered beautifully with a slight trembling, and the dense air hit people. When he reached the palace that was gray and white with spider webs, he shook his bone fan for a moment.

Bai Tu's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

Like being guided by something.

When he walked in, rats, cockroaches, and bedbugs were rampant inside, and a putrid musty smell that had never seen the light of day lingered on the tip of his nose.

Pick up the bone fan and block half of the fox's face.

Bai Tu's eyes fell on a young man of about twelve or thirteen years old who was stabbed in the middle of the chest by a knife. He was holding the handle of the knife in both hands and kneeling on the ground.

He had been dead for who knows how long, and half a finger's worth of ashes fell beside him.

But there was no sign of decay on his body. His long hair fell to the ground, showing every detail, and even his skin was smooth and delicate. It seemed that he would open his eyes and speak in the next second.

"Immortal body?"

Bai Tu turned his face sideways, with thick shadows under his brows. There was no expression at all. As his robe was unfolding, he avoided the sharp claws coming from behind. "How dare you to follow behind?" Plot against me."

"Demon King!"

The voice from behind said: "You have the aura of the Six Kings, why don't you use it on yourself? What are you planning?"

Bai Tu said coldly: "Plan? You will know when you die."

In two or three more moves, the screaming wind passed by, and even the grass on the gray and worn-out floor tiles was cleared away.

The little boy kneeling in the hall had his long hair spread out, and even the door was blown to the ground and smashed into pieces.

In the mess, the violent sense of danger is still erupting.

"The stronger the demonic power, the stronger the backlash! Even if you are reduced to this, old fox, you can still hold on."

The abdomen was pierced by a magic weapon stained with runes, and the white robe was stained with blood and snaked like a centipede. The fox demon's lips were as pale as ice and snow, almost showing their original shape, and the white pupils looked at the magic weapon in his belly.

Bai Tu lost.

He has spent too much demon power to set up this situation. He has not given himself any way out, but he will not be in this situation.

The voice from behind continued: "Give it to me!"

Blood spilled from the corner of the fox demon's lips, "If God doesn't grant your wish, the world you want and the people you want will not become what you want to see."

"How do you know?"

"You don't even deserve to be on the list of gods. Where do you get your ability from?"

"you!"

The fox demon laughed lightly, smiling down at the little boy, "What a good shell."

It was as if he was standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, looking down at all living beings. Then green light flashed in the little boy's opened eyes, his lips squirmed, and he silently repeated the murmur he had made before his death: "It hurts so much that it feels like I'm going to die." .”

The boy twitched tightly and lay on the ground completely unconscious.

Bai Tu disappeared.

Before the black shadow had time to react, the fox with the magic weapon in its hand had already disappeared into clouds of smoke and burrowed into the little boy's body.

He jumped to his feet, helpless against this immortal body, and gritted his teeth in hatred: "Fuck!"

*

In 221 BC, the State of Qi surrendered. King Jian of Qi was captured and taken to a small city in the State of Qin, where he was imprisoned and starved to death.

This was a war to destroy the country without fighting. It was the result of the Qi State being peaceful in a corner of the country and forgetting about danger during the age of great wars. The ancestors of the past also worked hard to rise up in the conquest, and this is unbelievable for future generations.

It seems to have been destined.

"In the fifth generation, it will be prosperous, and it will be with Zhengqing. After the eighth generation, it will not be with the capital."

Amazing divination ever.

This means that after five generations, someone will be as prosperous as Zhengqing, but after eight generations, they will not be able to compare with him.

The decline just after the eighth generation was the three generations including King Jian of Qi.

Departing from the trend of war, Qi's strange partial peace is the destiny of God or man-made?

As King Jian of Qi starved to death among pine and cypress trees, the people of Qi sang sad songs, "Songye! Boye! Those who live in communism, guest!" and the six kingdoms were destroyed, and the long wind swept away the world. , has been completely buried.

This is a milestone in human history.

The King of Qin was born in Handan. He experienced ups and downs, experienced internal turmoil, was poisoned by his mother, betrayed by his own brother, his father-in-law seized power, and his uncle rebelled. He endured pain that was unusual for ordinary people and developed his extraordinary iron-blooded skills and political talents. He destroyed the six countries, created a powerful centralized system, and unified China.

This is 221 BC.