Da Qin: Kill Qin Ii at the Beginning

Wei Zhongxian, who came in a hurry, bowed solemnly.

"Oh?"

Hearing this news, Ying Fei's face showed a hint of playfulness. He had just put away his sword and was about to walk out of the back garden.

Before he could even start, - Ziying, the imperial master in court clothes, high crown and big sleeves, has quickly appeared in his eyes.

before.

"Chen Zong Zhengziying, see Your Majesty."

"Why did Uncle Wang come to me? Could it be that something happened to Zongzheng's mansion?'

With a smile on his face, Ying Fei waved his hand and said, "Come here, serve tea."

"Your Majesty, please be angry!"

Da Zong Zhengzi Ying did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly followed.

Chapter Three Hundred and Seventeen: Longxi Spirits - Burning Heart

The back garden of Xianyang Palace is not compared to other countries, it looks a little rough, there are towering trees everywhere, the real flowers and plants

somewhat sparse.

In the center of the garden, stands a bluestone pavilion, which was built by Duke Xiao when he entertained the king of Shang in the past. The pavilion is made of smooth blue

The Shichang case was repaired.

There are only simple stone tables and straw mats in the pavilion. A long sword hangs on the wooden frame next to it. On the stone table, there are two large bowls.

And a jar of Qin wine, clean and simple, very in line with the characteristics of Qin people.

Facing Ziying to the stone table, Ying Fei smiled slightly and said, "It's just past the morning, the sun is shining, the weather is bright, Uncle Wang

Would you like to have a drink with me?"

"Your Majesty, the monarch of the country, is so sincerely invited, and there is no reason why the minister should not respond."

Hearing this, Da Zong Zheng Ziying respectfully replied:

"Qin wine is better than the shochu produced by me in Longxi, with a strong temperament, like my old Qin people, I would rather die standing up than live

Survival. "

Suddenly, Ying Fei picked up the wine jar on the long table, filled two large bowls with clear wine, and raised the bowl: "Uncle Wang.

Drink this bowl full. "

"Your Majesty please!"

Seeing that Emperor Zhaowu Yingfei was so enthusiastic, Ziying took the remaining bowl with both hands and drank it in one gulp, but it felt spicy and mellow.

The incense burned straight into the fire, and the depressing air in his chest was swept away.

He couldn't help but exclaim: "It's really good wine! It is three points stronger than what I used to drink in the past."

Hearing this, Yingfei laughed heartily: "This wine was personally brewed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Uncle Wang, what do you think?"

"Neifu brewing is really amazing!"

Taking a deep breath, Ziying said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I have a ruthless request, please grant it.

"Oh?"

Slightly surprised, Ying Fei thought that Ziying was finally going to explain her intentions and talk about the main topic, so she couldn't help but smile and nodded, "Wang Wang

Uncle but talk. "

"Also ask Your Majesty to give the ministers three altars of flames to burn their hearts every month.

At that time, Ziying bowed in awe.

After being stunned for a moment, Yingfei couldn't help but smile: "Hahaha, this kind of Qin wine is unparalleled in the world.

color.

"Since Uncle Wang likes it, don't make three altars a month, it's just thirty altars, and I'll take it as well. Why can't I, an old Qin person, drink strong wine?

How can it be done?

Qin people have good wine since ancient times!

It was by drinking wine that the old Qin people were able to kill from Longxi step by step, and even kill through the Central Plains, to rule the world, and those who refused to accept it.

All fell.

Every time before the station, every soldier of the Qin army drank alcohol and marched vigorously, cutting their heads and tying them around their waists, how proud and ambitious!

"Old minister, thank you, Your Majesty!"

With a happy face, Ziying bowed deeply.

"Wei Zhongxian, take a hundred altars of the flames newly brewed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and send them to Zongzheng's Mansion, and then give them to the king every month.

Uncle sent ten altars. "