Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 529: Finally meeting the First Emperor (please vote for recommendation!)
  have to! have to! have to!
  The clear sound of horse hoofbeats sounded. The eldest son of the Qin Empire, Fusu, who had been competing with Prince Ming Xiaoyang for the position of crown prince, turned his horse's head before arriving at the palace gate, and turned towards his mansion. The hugs and hugs clearly showed a bit of pitifulness.

Looking at the back of Young Master Fusu leaving, Gai Nie couldn't help but sigh in his heart: After today, there will no longer be any suspense in the battle for the crown prince of the empire.

Hiding in the carriage compartment, Tian Yan, who had never shown his face, saw Fusu's sadly leaving back through the gap, and a trace of guilt flashed on his face.

"What, are you feeling guilty?" Dongfang Bubai said coldly, catching the unnaturalness in Tian Yan's expression.

Tian Yan sighed: "A little bit."

In other words, I only feel a little bit guilty about Fusu.

Duan Murong said solemnly: "Now that you have done it, don't regret it."

Tian Yan nodded and said: "I have no regrets in the first place, I just feel a little guilty. Young Master Fusu is not as good as Ying Zihe."

"Even without me, he wouldn't be Ying Zihe's opponent."

As he said this, a hint of inner fear flashed through the depths of his bright and charming eyes.

To this day, she still shudders at Ming Xiaoyang's secret.

Noticing the change in Tian Yan's expression, Concubine Yan, her daughter, and others couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

That man named Ming Xiaoyang is so terrifying that they don't even dare to think of betraying him or betraying his secrets.

"We're here, Miss Duanmu, you can come down now."

In the carriage, all the female relatives were frightened by the plight of the young master Fusu and the secret of the man beside them.

Ming Xiaoyang's voice came from outside the carriage, calling Duan Murong to get out of the car.

Hearing the call of the person she hated and hated the most, Duan Murong sighed in her heart: What was supposed to come finally came.

At that moment, he opened the curtain of the carriage and walked out.

Not far away is the towering Royal Palace.

In the palace, there is a being who controls the fate of all of them.

The First Emperor Ying Zheng!
  Since Yan Dan became the great son of the Mohist family, what he gave to the Mohist family was that Ying Zheng was evil and cruel, and this absurd empire should be destroyed.

In this world, only if the situation of numerous countries once again appears can it be in line with the people of the world. However, among these senior officials of the Mohist family, except for Tianming, no one had ever seen Ying Zheng.

The Ying Zheng they know, and even the Prince of Qin, is just a very abstract concept. They don't know what the real Ying Zheng is like, and they don't necessarily want to know.

Genie once again stood at the door of the palace that he had visited countless times, sighing secretly in his heart. It turns out that after going around in circles for so long, I still came back here.

"Everyone, let's go." Ming Xiaoyang stood in front of everyone, with Chef Ding, Master Ban, Master Xu, Gai Nie, Duan Murong, and even Tianming, looking at the palace that belonged to his father, and looking at the people behind him greeted.

Looking at the team he brought back, he said: "Sister Yan Fei, you go back first."

"Don't worry." Concubine Yan's gentle voice came from the carriage, "I will take good care of these women of yours and will not let them fight."

The wheels of the chariot started turning again, and surrounded by hundreds of armored soldiers, everything Ming Xiaoyang brought back headed towards his mansion.

Duan Murong's face turned pale, and she felt a little unsteady at the thought of meeting the cruel and unkind First Emperor. Ge Nie quickly held one of her hands and offered silent comfort.

Tianming's expression is unclear, with admiration and hatred intertwined on his face, and nostalgia and pain intertwined on his face.

But no matter what they feel in their hearts, it all starts. Ming Xiaoyang took the lead and led everyone towards the palace. The guards guarding the palace gate had obviously already waited for the order from the First Emperor. They separated and allowed Ming Xiaoyang to lead a group of fugitives wanted by the empire towards the palace. Go in the middle.

"Meet His Highness the Crown Prince."

"I've met the prince."

"Your Highness, please come quickly!"

He has not been back for a while, but the palace is still familiar with Ming Xiaoyang. Everyone he meets along the way kneels down and salutes.

Prince Qin, who used to be a bit frivolous in the past, also showed his aloof style, looking down at the world.

Not long after, the group of people came directly to the main hall.

The two doors made of magnets were tightly closed, exuding a terrible attraction to the iron objects on everyone's body.

No one can bring weapons into the palace!

creak!

Ming Xiaoyang raised his hands high, pushed them flat on the palace door, and pushed the door open.

The main hall is solemn and solemn, wearing a black robe. He looks no older than thirty, but he has already been a father and even a grandfather. The first emperor Ying Zheng is sitting on the dragon chair, holding a writing brush in his hand, correcting the memorial in front of him. .

Even though Ming Xiaoyang led everyone in, he still couldn't make the First Emperor raise his head, as if he didn't even know anyone was walking in.

However, everyone except Ming Xiaoyang couldn't help but feel a burst of inner fear. They felt that what they and others were facing was not a person at all, but a dragon.

A divine dragon that dominates the world and dominates China!
  There was a bit of indifference between his slender eyebrows, but nothing could be hidden from him; his bright black eyes exuded all-seeing wisdom; the Tianwen Sword at his waist was hidden deep in the scabbard, as if it were the most important thing. It's just an ordinary decoration, but the majesty of the Emperor's Sword has filled the air.

In an instant, Duan Murong, Master Xu, Master Ban, and Cook Ding, who hated Ying Zheng to the core, felt the urge to kneel on the ground.

Compared to him, Yan Dan is simply a joke.

"My son, I pay homage to my father." Ming Xiaoyang knelt down on one knee and prostrated himself at the feet of his father, who had been passed down through the ages, and said in a deep voice.

"I pay my respects to Your Majesty!" After Ming Xiaoyang, Gai Nie also moved. The Imperial Sword Master, as if he had not betrayed yet, prostrated himself on the ground with the most submissive attitude ever and surrendered before Ying Zheng.

"Uncle." Tianming called out when he saw the uncle whom he regarded as a father prostrate himself in front of Ying Zheng.

The brush in Ying Zheng's hand was still wandering over the paper memorials. After waiting for a long time, Fang put down the ink-stained brush in his hand and raised his head.

The dragon's head is raised, its majesty appears.

How can the majesty of the first emperor of the ages be compared to that of Duan Murong, Master Xu, and others? When in contact with that handsome and majestic face, and seen by the penetrating sword eyes, Duan Murong, Master Xu, Master Ban, Cook Ding and others could no longer stand up straight, their knees weakened one after another, and they prostrated themselves in front of Ying Zheng.

The group of people who hated Ying Zheng the most actually lost the courage to stand after Ying Zheng really appeared in front of them.

How ridiculous this is!

In an instant, only Tianming was left standing in front of Ying Zheng.

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