I, the Mad Prince of Daqin, Start the Inheritance Sword Saint

Zhao Gao's eyes flashed.

There is a net, but~~

"Eighteenth son, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run. Yesterday's victory over the seventh has already made Your Majesty angry. If you assassinate Ying Zifeng again, it will definitely make His Majesty the First Emperor suspicious and angry."

Once by chance, the second time by no means...

Zhao Gao didn't want to assassinate Ying Zifeng in Xianyang now. This kind of thing is very risky. Even if he is killed, he may be implicated, and if he is traced, he will definitely punish the nine clans.

And until the last step, there is no need to lure and kill with the last beauty.

Hu Hai heard that and nodded, looking extremely worried.

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Chapter [-] Ying Zheng: Feng'er Can Write Poems!

When it came time to Shen, the sky darkened.

The light of the twilight was scattered in Xianyang City.

The main city streets were still full of people.

Ying Zifeng, who had left the barracks, was bringing his senior and junior ministers to the city to select gifts for Prime Minister Li Si.

During this period, Shao Siming was like an unborn fairy, very curious about some things in Xianyang City.

At this moment, she was looking at a purple jade hairpin in front of a street vendor.

Seeing this, the peddler kept spitting up and praising how the hairpin matched her.

"If you want it, just buy it."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Shao Siming heard the sound and looked over, it was Ying Zifeng, followed by Zhang Han.

Purple eyes light up!

Seeing this, Ying Zifeng asked helplessly, "You don't have money, do you?"

Shaoxing nodded lightly.

Ying Zifeng was speechless.

However, he can understand.

A pair of admiring eyes looked at Shao Siming.

Shao Siming was wearing a knee-length skirt like a purple lotus, with an ethereal and elegant temperament, with an elegant appearance.

It can be said that there is no place to put money on the whole body, well, except for the purple light socks similar to the Twenty-One World stockings, maybe you can put some.

Aware of Ying Zifeng's gaze, Shao Siming slightly moved his purple eyes away, and the pretty face of Qingguo Qingcheng under the veil was smeared with a hint of pink, but unfortunately, no one could see the beauty.

When he came to the stall, Ying Zifeng pointed to the purple jade hairpin and asked the vendor.

"how much is this?"

The street vendor looked at Ying Zifeng in horror.

"Prince, His Royal Highness, this is not a silver tael, but it is given to His Highness."

kindness?

"you know me?"

Ying Zifeng raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, His Royal Highness is blessed by the gods, who doesn't know about Xianyang City."

The vendors were smiling on the surface, but they were terrified inside.

Who does not know the mad prince who kills people in the street and robs women in the street!

As if seeing through the street vendor, Ying Zifeng smiled helplessly.

What a horrible name!

"Thank you."

Ying Zifeng took the purple hairpin and immediately stretched out his hand to tie the purple hairpin to Shao Siming's smooth hair.

Suddenly, a special masculine breath rushed towards Shao Siming through the veil.

Shao Si Ming kept quiet and did not move, letting Ying Zifeng move her hair, a pair of slender hands were placed in front of him at a loss, and the agile purple eyes were as beautiful and moving as spring water under Ying Zifeng's eyebrows!

Soon~ Ying Zifeng finished placing the purple hairpin in the hair behind Shao Siming.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone, and a purple radiance like a fairy in the sky radiated.

Seeing such a peerless young master, Ying Zifeng couldn't help whispering softly.

"There is no beauty in Qianqiu, and it is a beautiful woman who is pleasing to the eyes; the beauty of the country and the city is shocking to the world."

Shao Siming's purple eyes looked at Ying Zifeng with a slightly surprised look, and Zhang Han was also surprised in his heart.

His Royal Highness, he can even write poetry!

Returning to his senses, Ying Zifeng said, "This purple hairpin is quite suitable for you. Is there anything else you want to buy?"

Shao Si Ming shook his white jade-like head and stretched out his slender left hand.

That was the left hand that Ying Zifeng held when he grabbed her.

Ying Zifeng was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the pancreas again and walked away.

After finding Da Si Ming, they returned to the Prince's Mansion under the somewhat sour expression of Da Si Ming.

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in the courtyard.

Ying Zifeng, who had just finished his meal, sat in the pavilion, with Xu Chu guarding him five meters away.

Closing his eyes, Ying Zifeng began to understand the sword intent of Dugu Sword.

A swordsman who has stepped into the realm of a great master cannot move forward simply by fighting, but he needs to meditate and find a powerful swordsman to fight to understand his own sword intent.

This takes a long time, and ordinary people may not be able to comprehend their own sword intent in their entire life.

Swordsmen, all of them aim for the unity of man and sword!

Meditate quietly, the wind in your ears is clear and audible.

Ying Zifeng put aside the distracting thoughts, and the key to the swordsmanship of the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship emerged in his mind.

Sword shadow gurgling ~

Time passed slowly, and it got dark.

Seeing this, Zhang Han explained to his subordinates a few times and left. He wanted to inform His Majesty the First Emperor of today's events.

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When the time comes, the bright moon is in the sky.

The imperial study of the first emperor.

The candles are bright, and the figures are standing.

Father Zulong is still reading bamboo slips. He reads thousands of bamboo slips every day, and reads the masterpieces of countless sages.

This, the whole world must be presented in his eyes!

Take Kyushu alone!

"Cough cough~"

After two heavy coughs, Ying Zhengjian raised his eyebrows, his expression as cold as ice.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

Seeing this, the old eunuch on the side couldn't help but persuaded him.

"The bamboo slips sent by the minister today have not been read yet, especially the northern Xiongnu, how can the widow sleep peacefully."

The Huns are cruel and have always been eyeing him in the Central Plains, and there has been a change recently, and Ying Zheng is not letting go.

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the old eunuch didn't say more, and stood quietly waiting.

Ying Zheng continued to read the bamboo slips.

suddenly!

The candles flickered, and a gust of breeze blew from outside the imperial study.

Zhang Han had already appeared in front of the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, the last general Zhang Han is asking to see you."

"Come in."

Ying Zheng never raised his eyes, but still read the bamboo slips in his hands.

After hearing this, Zhang Han walked into the imperial study and knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty, today the Crown Prince went to the barracks to select [-] soldiers."

kindness?

"Nine hundred?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyes and stabbed Zhang Han.

Zhang Han nodded.