The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 735 Bingzhou takes action [Please subscribe*Please vote for the monthly ticket]

"Your Majesty has arrived at the plains!"

The tall ships and the mighty navy came ashore again.

This was originally a border town of the State of Zhao, and it was also an extremely prosperous city, second only to the capitals of the seven states in the entire Central Plains.

What really made Pingyuan City famous was that it was the fief of Zhao Sheng, Lord Pingyuan of the State of Zhao.

At first, Zhao Sheng became famous because of Pingyuan, and later Pingyuan became prosperous because of Zhao Sheng.

Every sip and every bite is destined by fate.

"This was the fief of Lord Pingyuan Zhao Sheng in the past. It's a pity that Pingyuan and Lord Pingyuan are still alive, but Zhao Sheng is no longer around!"

Standing on the tower ship, Yan Yan looked at the old Zhaocheng city from afar and couldn't help but sigh.

Pingyuan, as Zhao Sheng's fiefdom, could be inherited from generation to generation. Therefore, Pingyuan has always been the fiefdom of Zhao Sheng's descendants and also inherited Zhao Sheng's title.

It’s a pity that no one after him could inherit Zhao Sheng’s talent.

"After the Qin State occupied Pingyuan, they moved the descendants of Lord Pingyuan to Longxi, Beidi and other counties of Qin State, and Lord Pingyuan's title was downgraded to Marquis."

The black crow explained the changes in the plains.

It was impossible for the Qin State to allow the monarchs of other countries to continue to inherit the title of Jun. That is to say, Zhao Sheng was very famous, so his title was only demoted by two levels, from Jun to Marquis.

"It's normal. We are lucky to be alive!"

Yan Yan didn't take it seriously.

If it were some more cruel kings, they would not only be demoted, but they would even have to keep their lives.

After all, Ying Zheng was a little soft-hearted, or he had confidence that other kings did not have.

This confidence made Ying Zheng feel that he could control all the nobles. Even the imperial nobles could not cause any trouble under his control.

In fact, Ying Zheng did it. When he was alive, no one in the world dared to move. Even after his death, only some young and foolish people dared to show up and test, while the real nobles were just watching.

It was not until the world was in chaos that these nobles dared to show up.

What's even more ridiculous is that even if those young and ignorant people started a rebellion, no one dared to raise the banner of restoring the country, but instead revolted in the name of Fusu.

"Get off the boat and enter the city!" Yan Yan smiled, holding Xiao Yun'e, and took his family off the ship and boarded a small boat to dock.

After all, tower ships are too large, and they cannot dock in ports other than those specially built.

But even so, when the navy appeared in the plain waters, the people who made a living by fishing on the big rivers were frightened so much that their small boats dared not appear on the water.

Compared with the tower ships and warships, their black-sailed boats were like the difference between a sparrow and a swan.

Just as they reached the shore, Yan Yan paused for a moment, then lowered his head and said to Xiao Yun'e in his arms, "Go play with your mothers first. Daddy is going to relieve himself."

"Lazy people pee and poop a lot!" Xiao Yun'e made a face, then ran to find Shao Siming with her short legs.

Shao Siming looked back, and without saying anything else, he took Xiao Yun'e and several other women and continued walking towards Pingyuan City.

"Come out!" Yan Yan spoke in a cold voice after everyone had gone far away.

Several figures walked out from the people at the ferry, who had become silent due to the sudden appearance of the navy.

"Urgent news from Qi!" The leader handed a scroll specially made by the Mohist school to Yan Yan.

"Red Dragon Scroll!" Yan Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was only one person in Qi who could use a scroll of this level, Li Ren! After skillfully deciphering the scroll code, Yan Yan pulled out a secret letter filled with words hidden in the red scroll.

"How dare you!" After reading what was written on the scroll, Yan Yan's eyes became even colder.

Originally he came out to enjoy the scenery, but ended up provoking Bingzhou again and again and disturbing his mood.

"Tell Li Ren to go for it. I'll be there soon!" Yan Yan took the pen and paper from Mo Ya, wrote the word "accurate" in a flamboyant manner, then stuffed the paper back into the Red Dragon Scroll and handed it back to the secret envoy.

The secret envoy held the Red Dragon Scroll, bowed respectfully, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" Mo Ya looked at Yan Yan and asked.

He did not see, nor did he dare to peek into the contents of the secret letter.

But now the murderous aura in Yan Yan was released without any concealment, letting him know that this was something he should know, and that he was also going to kill someone.

Like Luowang, Jinyiwei and Juntong were both intelligence agencies in Bingzhou. Their main responsibility was to collect intelligence, but they also had assassination missions.

"The three tribes of Qu Jingzhao have no need to exist. Before I set foot in the State of Chu, I must see the heads of the three tribe leaders!"

Yan Yan said calmly.

"Ah~this!" Mo Ya was stunned for a moment.

Although he wanted to pretend to be cool, after all, he had not killed anyone personally for a long time since he came to Bingzhou, but he did not expect that the next time he took action would be to assassinate the patriarchs of some of the most powerful and top families in the world.

If he were still in the night, Ji Wuye would not have the courage to attack these family heads.

But Bingzhou has the confidence.

"Sure enough, the people I follow are different, and the identity of the people I want to kill is more noble!" Mo Ya said in his heart, but he was also extremely excited.

He is a secretive spy chief, so what?
Who among those top families wouldn't tremble when seeing him?

"Don't dare to kill?" Yan Yan glanced at him coldly.

"No, I will mobilize manpower right away!" Mo Ya shook his head hurriedly.

Although Qu Jingzhao and his three clans had great power in the State of Chu and were known as the Three Households of Chu, what did that have to do with Bingzhou?
Anyone Bingzhou wants to kill, even the King of Dayuezhi must be killed, let alone just a few nobles?

"Take my order with you, and the Confucianists, Mohists, and Yin-Yangists of Chu will not interfere!" Yan Yan handed a token to Mo Ya.

After all, Chu State is not Bingzhou's territory. If you take action in Chu State, you still have to say hello to local forces such as Confucianism, Mohism and Yin-Yang School.

As long as the three families do not intervene, it will be almost impossible for Qu Jingzhao and his three clans to stop Mo Ya.

"Go!" Yan Yan waved his hand and continued to walk towards Pingyuan City. After three steps, the murderous intent in his body was completely restrained and he turned back into the gentle gentleman.

"Sigh..." Looking at Yan Yan's receding back, Mo Ya sighed.

He originally planned to retire in Bingzhou and enjoy life, but he didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to seek death and disrupt his peaceful life of eating and waiting for death.

"However, it's not easy to kill these three people!" Mo Ya said quietly, but could he say that he couldn't do it?
"Mr. Jingniu, can you lend me your sword?" Mo Ya immediately found Jingniu, who was also living a life of idleness and waiting to die in Bingzhou.

"Huh?" Jingwei was stunned.

Over the years, she has been committed to watching the palace fighting drama, but to no avail. The three women are all love-brained and are not bewitched by her at all, which makes her extremely depressed.

I originally wanted to write a palace fighting legend, but somehow it turned into a romantic legend.

"Someone is seeking death, and His Majesty is furious!" Mo Ya briefly explained the cause of the incident.

(End of this chapter)