Daqin: A widow wins the government and builds a Qin of all heavens and immortals

"Most of it."

Ying Zheng nodded and looked at the Tao Te Ching in his hand.

"You're not afraid to cause them to revolt?" Concubine Yan asked.

The reason why the nobles of the families and nobles have a high status is entirely because of the monopoly of knowledge.

When the way knowledge is no longer difficult and everyone can afford to buy books.

The status of these people will be threatened.

How they will react is clear at a glance.

"Do you think the Yin-Yang family will resist?" With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Huan Zheng looked at Concubine Yan.

"Hmph, don't mention the Yin-Yang family to me."

"Donghuang Taiyi, the old immortal, actually sold me as a cargo."

Hearing this, Concubine Yan instantly broke her defense, her bright face suddenly became gloomy, and she gritted her teeth.

After coming to Xianyang Palace for so many days, Concubine Yan also tried to knock on the side, wanting to know what Ying Zheng and Donghuang Taiyi said that day.

Ying Zheng did not hide it.

And then, that's it.

As long as the Yin Yang family is mentioned in front of her, it is inevitable to curse a few times.

"Haha..."

Seeing her angry look, Ying Zheng laughed.

"Don't laugh." Concubine Yan slapped Huan Zheng's leg, embarrassed.

"Good, good, don't laugh if you don't laugh."

"The shoulder is sore, come, rub the widow's shoulder with your yin-yang technique."

Huan Zheng grabbed Concubine Yan's small hand and put it on his shoulder.

Concubine Yan pouted, did not refuse, got up and came behind Ying Zheng, her hands were full of starlight colors, and kneaded Huan Zheng.

"The Yin Yang family even gave you to the widow, they won't and don't dare to resist, Donghuang Taiyi doesn't care about these little things at all."

"Taoism does nothing, and it will only be a dispensable attitude towards this."

"Famous artists, novelists, doctors, soldiers and other forces are too small to resist."

"Not to mention the Legalists, the base camp is in Daqin, who dares to resist?"

"Only Mojia and Confucianism."

Huan Zheng closed his eyes and enjoyed the cool comfort from Concubine Yan's hand, and analyzed them one by one.

"Of the hundreds of families, Confucianism and Mojia are the most prominent, and I hope that their head will be a wise person."

"Otherwise, it will really take a lot of effort to deal with these two university factions."

Just then, an internal attendant walked in.

"On King Qiyu, Empress Dowager Huayang sent someone to send a message, asking the king to go to Huayang Palace."

"Empress Dowager Huayang, Grandmother Wang?"

Ying Zheng opened his eyes, his deep eyes were full of thoughts, and finally he returned to calm.

"The widow knows, and this is the past."

"You wait here for a while, I'll go back." Huan Zheng patted Concubine Yan's small hand and said with a mocking smile.

"If you can't come back, what does it matter to me?"

Concubine Yan glanced at Huan Zheng, but her movements were not slow, and she got up and took the crown clothes on the hanger and helped Huan Zheng put them on.

......

Half an hour later, Ying Zheng returned from Huayang Palace with a strange look.

"What did Empress Dowager Huayang tell you?" Concubine Yan took the crown and asked suspiciously.

"You guess?" Huan Zheng laughed, and a wisp of thought flashed in his eyes.

"Don't guess, love to talk and don't tell." Concubine Yan was speechless.

"The king of Chu asked Empress Dowager Huayang to intercede and wanted to marry the widow." Ying Zheng said.

"Marriage?"

Concubine Yan's body froze, and her expression was unnatural.

"Yes, marriage."

Ying Zheng's gaze was far away, remembering the history of Daqin in his previous life.

Gongzi Fusu ah......

Qi Jiang should be Fusu's mother.

I just don't know if there will be Fusu in this life.

Well, Fusu in memory.

Probably not.

If he really looks like in history, the widow has to smoke him with a big ear melon.

Yes, Ying Zheng was ready to agree to Empress Dowager Huayang's request.

The beauty sent to the door, don't do it in vain.

More importantly, he was preparing to destroy Han and must pacify the State of Chu.

Marriage is a good choice.

Huan Zheng's gaze swept over Concubine Yan, and when he saw that she was depressed, her face was puffed up, and she suddenly laughed

"Why are you suddenly upset?"

"Let the widow guess, is it envy?"

"I won't envy her, what's so good about the palace?" It's like a prison, you can't get in and you can't get out. "

Concubine Yan said duplicitously.

Ying Zheng looked at her with a wrong mouth, and smiled

"You just said now, it's too late, the widow has already told Grandmother Wang."

"At that time, the princess of the Chu State will be married to the harem with you and give the widow a little monkey."

Giving birth to baby monkeys?

Concubine Yan's heart turned, as if she thought of something, and her face turned crimson

"Bah, what a little monkey."

"No, when did I promise to marry you?"

"It's not up to you."

"You scoundrel..."

......

In the Lanchi Hall, when Huan Zheng and Concubine Yan were flirting, the net in Xianyang City had already moved.

South of Xianyang City.

Chi Songzi, the head of the Heavenly Sect, and Xiaoyaozi, the head of the Human Sect, sat together, talking and laughing.

Three hundred years ago, because of different understandings of "Tao", Taoism split into the Heavenly Sect and the Ren Sect, each forming a faction.

For three hundred years, in order to prevent the dispute from expanding, the two factions have been mainly competing for Xueji, the sword of the town gate handed down by the ancestors, and agreed to hold a competition every five years.

The winner will be in charge of Xueji.

"Count it up, the next battle of Taiyi Mountain Guanmiaotai will be next year."

"Senior Brother Chisongzi has already won the next two times in a row, and Junior Brother is far behind, which is really ashamed."

Xiaoyaozi is nearly sixty years old, and not long after becoming the head of the Human Sect, he looks younger than Chisongzi, who is already in his seventies.

"Junior Brother said and laughed, I'm just a few years older than you, more than ten years of skill."

"Looking at the state of mind of junior brother, I am afraid that there has been great progress in the past five years, and it is difficult to say who will win or lose in the next big war."

Chi Songzi looked at Xiaoyaozi, who had an extraordinary state of mind, a brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and said with admiration.

Compared to five years ago, Xiaoyaozi has changed a lot.

Chisongzi had a bad feeling in his heart, and he vaguely felt that he might lose the battle between heaven and man next year.

Go back this time, let's retreat.

If he loses to a junior who is more than ten years younger than himself, how can Akamatsuko think and be awkward.

Suddenly, the two people in the conversation paused, and turned to look at the black-clad Luo Net killer in front of them.

"The man of the net?" Akamatsuko frowned.

"Two masters, today the Xianyang Library opens, and the king invites the two masters to visit."

"This is an invitation."

The net killer handed two gilded posts to Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi, bowed down, and retreated.

"Library?"

The two looked at the post in their hands with solemn expressions.

King Qin, what kind of trick is this?

At the same time, in Xianyang City, the upper-level figures of the hundreds of families also received invitations from Luo Net.

Mojia six-fingered black man, medical family Nianduan, famous Gongsun Wang, Confucian Fu Nian...

Looking at the post in his hand, everyone looked different.

However, since it was invited by the King of Qin, there must be something unusual about this library, and it doesn't hurt to take a look.

Note: Wocao, a glance at the backstage, found that there are more than 10,000 flowers, book friends are powerful, I don't know which big guy threw thousands of flowers at once, thank you for thanks, so excited, roll out the codeword.