Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 130: A hundred years later, who will succeed Qin?
Qin State, Xianyang.

In the Xianyang Palace, King Qin Yingji stood on the terrace, looking alone at the gloomy sky in the distance, and the breath of the golden horse came to his face.

"The world must be unified under Qin!!!"

The murmured words dissipated with the cold wind.

There is no one around the huge terrace. Farther away, the Iron Eagle warriors stand with their halberds and swords in hand, like silent sculptures.

As the wind blew, the weapons and armor collided and made a slight clanging sound, filling the air with an icy chill.

"call--"

As Ying Ji breathed, a puff of white mist bloomed on the tip of his mouth and nose, and dissipated in the blink of an eye. A cold feeling came from his heart, but he could not suppress the restless fire in his heart, and his eyes were even more ambitious and dazzling.

"If you want to destroy the six kingdoms, you must first destroy the three Jins, and then destroy Chu. The remaining two countries, Yan and Qi, are nothing to worry about!!!"

This was a rare quiet moment for him these days, but it was also the moment when Ying Ji completely let go of his ambitions, and it was also the moment that a loner like him was destined to enjoy alone.

Although Ying Ji only dreamed about destroying the Six Kingdoms, he also knew that this matter could not be accomplished overnight. This was a huge matter, and the Six Kingdoms were even more connected at the moment, and the whole body was affected by one move.

Without sufficient assurance, Ying Ji did not intend to start at all.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from the steps on the left.

Tread-tap-

Ying Ji knew who was coming without having to look back. The only person who had the qualifications and courage to come up to the terrace to disturb him at this time was Prime Minister Fan Ju: "How are things going?"

Prime Minister Fan Ju put down the clothes he was carrying, straightened his expression immediately, bowed his hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Reporting to the king, the Swift Eagle has returned news from Hedong. Wang Zijun has led the army to Fencheng. After entrusting the army of the original king to Wang Ling, he immediately led his Hangu and the soldiers of the original Zheng Anping back. Hangu Pass will eventually lead more than [-] trusted soldiers and horses under his command back to Xianyang."

"You want to lead more than [-] trusted soldiers and horses back to Xianyang?" As he spoke, Ying Ji turned around and looked at Fan Ju behind him. His expressionless look made it difficult to see the emotions and anger, and also gave Fan Ju in front of him a sense of excitement. Extreme pressure: “What does he want to do?”

In an instant, Fan Ju could not help but bend down, but did not answer Ying Ji's words.

What do you want to do?
What does Ying Jun mean?

Fan Ju didn't know, even if he knew, he couldn't say such a thing.

Seeing this, Ying Ji's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at the distant sky. He tried his best to recall Ying Jun's appearance back then, but he still couldn't recall Ying Jun's clear face, just like the gloomy sky above his head. Same.

Only a pair of stubborn and cold eyes looked very much like that woman back then.

"Ten years..." There was an inexplicable sigh. Then Ying Ji took a deep breath and used the cold air to dispel the complicated thoughts in his mind. He pressed on the railing of the terrace and asked in a deep voice: "anything else?"

A strange color flashed in Fan Ju's eyes, but he immediately replied: "In three days at most, Wu'an Jun Baiqi can go north to the Great Wall, replace Wang Zizhu and sit on the Great Wall, and frighten the Rong Di tribe on the grassland who is ready to move. And Wang Zizhu will also know how to do it. Set off from the Great Wall and return south to Xianyang via the Great River Waterway."

Having said this, Fan Ju paused, looked up at Ying Ji in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "If nothing unexpected happens, Wang Zizhu and Wang Zijun will rush back to Xianyang within the same day."

When Ying Ji heard the words, he nodded his head, a light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He just stared at the sky in silence for a moment, then turned to look at Fan Ju behind him, and asked in a deep voice:
"Fan Ju, after a hundred years of being alone, who can inherit the great power of being alone?"

Boom.

It was like a thunderclap in Fan Ju's heart. He was shocked. He raised his head and looked at Ying Ji in front of him. He couldn't hide the shock in his eyes and asked in a shocked voice:

"Your Majesty, why did you say that?"

Why did you suddenly ask this question?

Is it?

Thinking of some bad guesses, Fan Ju's complexion couldn't help but change. With his face trembling, he walked forward quickly and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, are you feeling ill?" If it were anyone else who asked this question, , he would be immediately labeled as someone with ulterior motives, and immediately he would be hacked to death by the swords of the surrounding Iron Eagle warriors.

However, Fan Ju didn't care at all at this moment. He had been friends with Ying Ji for decades, and now he was really concerned about Ying Ji's physical condition.

When Ying Ji saw this, his heart warmed up. He immediately raised his hand to stop Fan Ju's hand that wanted to help him. He turned to look at Fan Ju and raised his hand to take off the crown on his head.

Brush it.

A head of gray hair immediately fell down. When the cold wind blew, the scattered hair could be seen to be obviously thin.

In fact, if the majestic crown of King Qin was put aside, Ying Ji at this moment would be nothing more than an old man in his dying years.

Fan Ju's heart immediately tightened and he reacted suddenly.

King Qin Ying Ji is not young anymore.

It has been fifty years since he succeeded to the throne of King Qin at the age of 19, and a total of 69 years have passed.

Seventy years of life are rare!

Fan Ju's eyes turned red and became moist immediately, and then he shouted with emotion: "Your Majesty!"

However, Ying Ji waved his hand, looked at Fan Ju with a normal expression, and said in a deep voice:
"I know my fate very well. It's not that easy to take my life. If the Qin army doesn't leave Hangu in the east, I won't be able to rest in peace for a day."

Hearing this, Fan Ju was worried, but he couldn't help but be shocked by Ying Ji's attitude at this moment.

However, Ying Ji always remembered what he said just now, and immediately repeated it to Fan Ju with a sincere face:

"Fan Ju, you are one of the few smart people in our country of Qin. I would like to hear your opinion. A hundred years from now, between Wang Zizhu and Wang Zijun, who can inherit the rule of our country of Qin?"

"There are only you and me here at the moment. Today there are only close friends, no kings or ministers. You can speak freely without any worries."

"Today's words came out of your mouth and into my ears. But if a third party hears it, I will destroy the nine tribes and keep you safe, so as to keep you and me as kings, ministers, and true friends."

After saying that, Ying Ji waved his hand towards the Iron Eagle warriors standing in the distance. Suddenly, with the sonorous footsteps, the Iron Eagle warriors around the terrace immediately retreated like a tide.

In less than a moment, everyone retreated to a place a hundred feet away.

In an instant, there were only two people, Ying Ji and Fan Ju, within a hundred feet of the entire terrace. Anyone who entered would be discovered.

And with the distance of a hundred feet, even a person with good hearing would not be able to hear the conversation between Ying Ji and Fan Ju at this moment.

The cold wind howled.

Flag hunting.

In an instant, you could hear a pin drop within a hundred feet of the surrounding area.

At this moment, Ying Ji's face turned solemn, his eyes sharply looked at Fan Ju in front of him, and he said in a deep voice: "Say."

The pressure was on my face.

Carrying the weight of a mountain.

Fan Ju's scalp tightened immediately, but the next moment he took a deep breath to dispel the dullness in his chest. Then he looked directly into Ying Ji's eyes, cupped his hands, and said:

"The one who can succeed the Qin King must be Wang Zizhu!"

(End of this chapter)