I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

After dealing with Zheng Guo's matter, Baitao brought a dagger and followed the guard of honor to Yongcheng alone.

Been chasing for almost two days.

I saw six bronze carts, followed by a few more, driving quite low-key.

Two hundred cavalrymen with their helmets on top of their armor cleared the way ahead, and drove into Yongcheng Avenue.

The common people in Yongcheng knew that the King of Qin was coming, and the drums blared loudly, and the trombones blared in unison. The heads of two rows of people crowded in the lanes could not be seen at a glance. "Long live King Qin, long live King Qin!"

"Long live King Qin, long live King Qin!"

"Long live King Qin, long live King Qin!"

Standing on top of the cart, Ying Zheng had long eyebrows, straight nose and thin lips, showing a sharp majesty at a young age.

The face of the king is not angry and majestic, and the people in Yongcheng dare not look directly at the king's face, only Baitao who came over, grabbed the branch of the tree, and kept secretly poking at his handsome face.

Well, it's so pretty.

Literally stepped on the pastry.

Forget it, stop studying.

While they were talking, Baitao, the little fox, jumped down, turned around and stared at the cakes that Zhao Gao had placed on the long table in the room, pawing and clawing eagerly.

Baitao was still grinding her teeth, and after finishing grinding, she carefully smacked his words, and wondered if she was really wild?

But it's all his fault.

Biting him back hard in her heart, Baitao looked at his long and narrow eyes of inquiry, and always felt guilty that the fur of a fox was about to fall off.

"Mr. Changping, please forgive me!"

Someone sighed: "It was Lu Xiang who took it with him at the time. I didn't expect that after so many years, King Qin will be the master in the future."

She really wanted to ask Beaver Zheng Guo, after all, they are both fairies, and they have roughly the same aesthetics.

It is also the parent who was crowned in Yongcheng this time, so he was able to accompany him.

As if aware of the prying eyes, he looked sideways, his hair twitching his slightly pointed chin, Baitao's heart skipped a beat when he saw how sharp he was, and she quickly grabbed a branch to hide.

Whether to follow the "Lüshi Chunqiu" of the emperor's decree or the minister's will, or follow the legalist, be quiet and have nothing to do, see the flaws in the dark, see but not see, hear but not hear, know but not know.

A group of people from the clan woke up from these remarks, and they surrendered to Lu Buwei's courage, "What the prime minister said is very true, but it is nothing more than a red mist. Since the sixth emperor of the Qin Dynasty, we have not been afraid of ups and downs, and we are now I'm still afraid of being a bird, King Qin's crowning ceremony can't be missed!"

After all, they are unfamiliar, and the confrontation between politics and solution cannot go back to the past when they drank at night.

It means that if you hide your evil spirit well, you will not be discovered by the red hair.

"How about divination?" Lu Buwei asked.

Baitao froze, and another plum blossom water stain fell under Yingzheng's gloomy gaze.

"Crack."

Someone stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister, what if the red mist won't fade away and the king's coronation ceremony will not be delayed?"

Hell, sea of ​​blood.

Although the Qin people are rough and generous, they are in awe of heaven, earth and gods after all.

"It's not good, it's not good, the red mist suddenly rises, it's a bad omen!"

The feeling at this moment seems to be ready for the arrival of tomorrow, but when the real tomorrow arrives, there is still a sense of regret for the existence of yesterday.

Someone said in a low voice: "Master Lu is generous, isn't the one issued good for us common people? I don't know what it's like for the King of Qin to be on the boat, and the water is still swaying. I think it must not be so good."

Li Xin hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, pardon me for my humble position, but there are a lot of weird things in this place, and all kinds of inexplicable things may be unpredictable."

Another person said: "My lord, the omen of the red mist is indeed extraordinary. You can't rush for a moment, can you?"

This kid, he's getting more and more unruly when he grows up.

He hesitated several times to step forward, but finally gave up.

The King of Qin didn't make a statement, but Mi Qi, the Lord of Changping who was standing next to him, took the case. He was the Prince of Chu, and his mother was the daughter of Grandpa Yingzheng.

Only then did Baitao realize it.

What can be ignored is that his diligence is always beyond the thinking of ordinary people.Across the screen of mountains and rivers, I heard him discussing political affairs with his subordinates in a bathtub.

She was modest without losing etiquette, and hurriedly followed the trajectory of the bronze cart.

Bai Tao simply slapped her with her paw.

After the discussion was over, everyone withdrew.

There was a deafening sound of beating gongs and drums and a shrill voice came from a distance: "It's not good, it's not good, the red mist suddenly rises, it's a bad omen!"

His pupils were deep, and his body was damp after bathing, reflected by the light of the toad outside the window, like a water demon just landed.

Li Xin didn't dare to say more: "It's a slip of the tongue."

He jumped up and pointed at the priest's nose and scolded: "You are the ones who determine the auspicious day for crowning, and you are the ones who say the omen of great ominousness. Why are you contradicting yourself? Now I only know how to jump a big rope, a few pigs, and catch any chaff. If you dare to eat indiscriminately, believe it or not, I will cut off your heads right now."

Ying Zheng rested his fingers on the seat, and in the sight of everyone, he raised his jaw: "Yun."

After a while, the sound of cars and horses faded away, Baitao slid down the tree trunk and looked at the shadow of the guard of honor, only the people of Yongcheng around were left talking, "Oh, I really didn't expect that the King of Qin came to our Yongcheng , I remember the last time I came here for a while, it was to recognize the ancestors and return to the clan."

"Yongcheng, the old Wang Ji of the Qin people since ancient times, is the foundation of the Qin people." He said coldly, "Li Xin, if you continue to speak such strange words, you will be punished as a crime of nonsense."

The more you look at it, the more unhappy you become, and the more you look at it, the more irritable you become.

Yingzheng's bony fingers picked up the fox fur mixed with pastry crumbs on the table, and he turned it around, "It's a wild fox that is so wild."

*
A curtain of sparse shadows, the moon in the flower.

Baitao's ears pricked up, and when she turned her head, she didn't forget to grab a pastry quickly. She wanted to run away, but suddenly she saw Ying Zheng standing in front of her in a baggy black robe.

Hearing the movement, Li Xin came from the side room, pressed the scabbard nervously and said, "Your Majesty, who broke in?"

"!"

With a snort, Mr. Changping lifted his robe and sat down with brows raised.

I'm so bored!
As the night approached, she imitated the ladies of Xianyang City and squatted dignifiedly to look at the moon, but the more she looked at the moon, the more she looked like a chicken stretching its neck to lure a fox.

The coronation ceremony is the first ceremony in the world, and it is something that both nobles and commoners need to go through, so the rules that have been settled down are very solemn and lengthy.

Someone thought about it carefully, "It should be Chu, I don't know, but it shouldn't be from South Korea. Think about it, a few years ago, when the snow was heavy and the winter was severe, Mrs. South Korea"

Seeing that Mi Qi was the first to stand up to defend King Qin, Lu Buwei smiled and said, "Mr. Changping, don't be impatient, just sit down."

Looking down, I could see the endless palaces and even the boundless rivers and seas from here, but now all of them have disappeared, and the visibility beyond ten feet is extremely low.

Baitao leaned on the tree pestle and listened quietly, but became more and more fascinated.

*
A few priests wearing sacrificial clothes wore masks, combed oily hair and thin braids, shook copper bells with both hands, and walked eight steps of Tiangang humming around the campfire with bare feet on the red charcoal.

Waiting for a few old Qin people to ask: "You girl, why don't you say anything. In front of everyone, you should quickly say a few words."

With lowered eyes, he was looking at the little fox on the carpet stealing pastries.

It won't be long before it's time for their monarchs and ministers, teachers and students to see the real chapter.

asshole!

Baitao thinks about it, and then secretly makes some calculations.

The Alpine crowns raised their heads to look in the red mist, but they could only see the vague outlines of their colleagues.

Early the next morning, the rooster crowed, and Baitao stretched out under the tree house, opening her eyes and pulling the banana leaves away.

"The prime minister is right."

Giving up on herself, Baitao went directly to the nearby woods to pull a few banana leaves, and then used a few branches to build a shelter for herself, lying on the ridge of the roof, carefully feeling Ying Zheng's heartbeat, and fell asleep drowsily.

Well, don't listen to gossip.

The male voice on the other side was very familiar, and Baitao recognized that it was the heroic Li Xin, but his aura that was soaring to the sky was restrained a lot, "Yes, Your Majesty, but the Empress Dowager has never been seen behind closed doors, and the gate of the main palace has been closed all the time." , I can't find out what's true even if I'm humble."

Baitao let go of her heart, and then changed back to her original form. She lighted the plum blossom cushion, pressed it gently on the bricks and tiles, and rushed into the depths of the Fengdeng in Yongcheng as if the wind had passed without a trace.

Baitao: "."

It's all because he's looking for trouble for nothing. What's her favorite pastry on the table? Look, it's really a mistake.

The chief priest remained silent, and stomped on the black charcoal to spark sparks, "The red mist has come out, which is not an ordinary catastrophe, and it heralds that Qin will have a vicious and evil government in the coming year!"

Confused about whether to eat or not to eat.

Then, one foot, another foot.

"That's right, it's better to reward the gods, and reward the gods to bless the Great Qin, even if it doesn't work, it will still bless the city of Yong and the king of Qin."

He was full of joy, and when he walked out of the palace, the officials behind him who wanted to talk to him actually noticed that this old man who had been stable for three dynasties and had gone through ups and downs with the former king had finally become rickety.

"This"

"But King Qin is already in his twenties, have you begged for a wife?
"Hey, you should be talking about asking for the queen. Which country's princess are you going to ask for?"

Baitao, who was lying on the ridge of the hall with a pastry in her mouth, choked suddenly when she heard this, she didn't know why she cared so much about what he thought of her, anyway, anyone could call her wild, but he couldn't, no!

"The last time you found out about Yongcheng, you only found out about Lao Ai's intentions, and the incident of smashing the official ship to send the son?"

During the discussions between the clan and the Prime Minister, the king of Qin on the throne has been habitually forgotten, until Mi Qi said carelessly, "But this red mist is not a problem after all. How can this kind of chaos be crowned?" present?"

With a premonition, Baitao quickly removed all the banana leaves.

"Tsk, you are the master of the house, you stupid village, what do you know?"

"Yes, yes." Several alpine crowns nodded repeatedly.

"This is not the prime minister."

"Mr. Changping, please forgive me!"

The old Qin man held his sleeves, and more than a dozen rows of meatballs bumped into each other, spitting and flying, and even the ants passing by on the yellow mud floor were startled.

This kind of justice and comfort between speeches seems to have become the most important thing for ordinary people.

Lu Buwei sighed in his heart.

Baitao always pays attention to the movements of the red-haired snake demon, and spends some money to inquire here and there, and finally finds out that the red-haired snake demon will always be at the nine-story tower in the southeast corner, and will not come out normally.

Lu Buwei said to the panic-stricken clan: "It's just the red mist. In the past, it was windy, snowy and hail, and it didn't seem to be a problem. Just as the soil is bad, the grass and trees don't grow, and the water is troublesome, so the fish and turtles are not big. It is the change of things, everyone, please come to Qin King's crown ceremony on time in the future."

she thought.

Lu Buwei didn't move for a long time, he raised his eyelids to look at the kid on the seat, Ying Zheng narrowed his sharp eyes, and his whole body was full of coldness, like cold thorns growing on his body.

Prime Minister, make a clear decision.

From beginning to end, he just opened his mouth to say this word.

The ethos of discussing politics in the six kingdoms of Shandong is not only about the war situation, but also about interesting royal family stories, embarrassing matters about the nobles, who has stepped down, who has become prime minister again, and even sesame seeds can be discussed.

"Absolutely can't go wrong!"

"This is the apocalypse, I don't dare to falsely preach God's will." The priests knelt on the ground and shivered.

Lu Buwei clasped his hands behind his back, pressed his thin eyelids, "Your order, I have a final decision." After saying that, he walked into the red mist desolately, and never looked back, "It's like a torrent of water, it's hard to take back ah."

Unexpectedly, the conversation inside ended in a few words.

Seeing him coming out, Baitao's eyes almost fell out.

The sound of magnetic rustling came through the dense heat, a little itchy ears: "You mean, Father Zhong went to visit the Queen Mother Zhao as soon as he settled down."

Under Ying Zheng's deep gaze, she simply stomped more.

"No problem."

Someone came up with an idea, "Why don't we invite a few folk comedians to worship the gods with Nuo face? It can also dispel filth and ward off evil spirits, and pray to heaven for the crowning of King Qin."

They unfolded their robes, unloaded all the official entertainment, and said as before: "Prime Minister, make a clear decision."

It is mortals who wear silver masks, communicate with gods, and communicate with heaven and earth. It began in the Yin and Shang Dynasties, and it was not until the Zhou Dynasty that there was a complete ritual system, and it is still continuing all the way to this day.

As a matter of urgency, he must first protect Brother Zheng, lest he be taken away by that big red-haired snake.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I woke up, I saw the dull summer wind blowing up the vast red mist, and everything in the world was like a raging red sea, which made my heart beat strangely.

It won't be long.

She ran up the long case, intending to use the long case to get to the window sill and then to the ridge of the roof, but she didn't expect the strong tea on it to be knocked over by her paw.

Before the official start, the King of Qin had to stay in the palace first, and wash his feet, which had already shown his piety. From this point of view, he should be taking a bath.

Bai Tao gritted her teeth.

"Yes, you can't go wrong!"

Nuo noodles is to reward the gods.

After trampling his rations to pieces, Baitao stubbornly jumped into a round of moonlight and disappeared.

Ying Zheng sat on the top seat, his brows were downcast, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Zheng Guo was still in prison, so she turned her fox eyes to the ghost sparrow snake on the roof, grunted her throat, and asked silently: Am I wild?
Ghosts, sparrows and snakes are all made of stone and paint, how can they answer her with a voice?

"Fart! Our state of Qin wants the people of Qin to be the masters of the country. No matter what Lu Buwei is, he is just an outsider after all. Don't say such ugly words. Look at these generations of Qin kings. Which one is not a great talent? You know what? Fart, go, go, close the door and find your mother-in-law to have a baby!"

"Snapped!"

"Oh, you are so weird."

Ying Zheng below reads a book by the window as if nothing happened, like a silhouette caught in a poem, extremely clear and meaningful.

This is their respect and respect for Lu Buwei who has been an official for dozens of years.

On the carved corner of the eaves, Baitao watched them speak with three big tails flicking, and gnawed on the roast chicken brought over from Yingzheng's house while watching.

After the group of high mountain crowns had gone far away, Baitao smacked again what she had heard in the hall while quietly hiding in the hall: "Eh? Brother Zheng wants to find folk comedians to dance the Nuo face dance?"

This is obviously the work of that snake monster Lai Ai. Can a group of mortals do it?

Why not, she's a vixen.