Qin Dynasty Novelist

"Yes, Hall Master."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other and bowed their hands in salute.

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"Your Excellency Dongjun!"

In front of the Xianyang Palace, in the open space, a blue mysterious light flickered, and a young man in a blue brocade robe appeared with a long sword in his hand, his brows were peaceful, and his aura restrained.

Feeling the spiritual sense, he looked to another area beside him. At some time, there was already a dark golden dragon's energy flashing by.

"Zong Quanzi!"

A crisp sound came out, and the dark golden figure standing on the bright pillar in front of the palace responded.

"I have heard that Dongjun's astrology is mysterious, how is today?"

Uncle Master has already sent a document, if the words are true, the Shangqing of the Kingdom of Yan surrendered, and he must be on guard at all times. It is a matter of plotting Qin to assassinate Qin. Zong Quan also knows the importance, so he cultivated for a few days, holding a pure jun, and went to this point place.

Looking at the Concubine Dongjun Yan of the Yinyang family, she was a little curious.

"Bloodlight shrouded Xianyang, and the war broke out!"

It is not an extremely mysterious motto, but it is very simple and clear.

"The envoy of Yan Kingdom has now entered the main hall of Xianyang Palace."

Zong Quan nodded.

"Wait and see."

Concubine Dongjun Yan answered in short.

Immediately, the two of them stopped talking, their spiritual sense spread, and their internal kung fu was running, trying their best to perceive the strange things in the distance. The plot to plot against Qin had already happened in Xianyang Palace a few years ago.

...Those people dare to do it again!

Following Prime Minister Li Si's appearance, the hairpin was safely placed on Song Ruyi's head. After tidying up his clothes, Wei Wei Li Zhong did not continue to stop him, but made way for the envoys from the Kingdom of Yan to move forward.

In front of the hall, there are four big tripods, and behind them are the main entrances of the main hall, each more than two feet long.

At this moment, the front door opened, and a thick red felt three feet six feet wide went straight to the front of the royal platform deep in the hall. Han Shen's heart suddenly flashed—the sigh of the Temple of the True Son of Heaven.

After breathing, the bells in the hall rang nine times, and the grand and peaceful music immediately filled the lofty and majestic hall. The music filled the air, and the master of ceremonies flew out of the hall one after another.

"The king is coming!"

"The king is coming!"

"..."

The voices of officials echoed one after another, like waves in the water, rising and falling continuously.

Han Shen and Song Ruyi who were waiting outside the hall did not change their expressions, and they were still waiting patiently. They had been waiting for the next moment for a long time, and the time in front of them was not too short.

"Meet the envoy of Yan!"

"Meet the envoy of Yan!"

"..."

In the more majestic main hall of Xianyang Palace, the resounding voice of the person who sang the ceremony came.

Hearing this, Han Shen smiled slightly, not in a hurry, turned around lightly, looked at Song Ruyi, nodded, and the sense of identification in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense.

Song Ruyi also smiled slightly.

Standing outside the main entrance of the main hall, bowed deeply to the royal platform deep inside, and stepped into this palace that shocked the world.

Han Shen walked on the red felt in the center. Reflected by the void, the hall was extremely bright. Without squinting, from the corner of his eyes, he could see clearly that none of the ministers of Qin State had swords, and even the generals in the Wuchen area did not carry swords. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Nearly halfway through the red carpet, Han Shen looked clearly at the top of the royal platform, where a person was sitting quietly on the black jade throne, wearing a large crown and court attire.

The nine-pronged bead hangs down, and its face cannot be seen clearly. It is naturally very different from the shape passed down in the Shandong countries, but...why does it have a familiar feeling?Have you ever met this person yourself?

Glancing with the keen light, King Qin Yingzheng actually had a long sword on his body, which was beyond Han Shen's expectation. Even so, Han Shen didn't take it too seriously. With King Qin Yingzheng's martial arts cultivation base, whether he wears a sword or not , all the same.

Walking into the hall, the left and right Qin officials and military generals looked at him one after another. Han Shen was not afraid, and Song Ruyi was also holding a copper box, and followed quietly behind him, without losing courtesy.

Han Shen looked back at dusk, calmly took the copper box from Song Ruyi, and walked to the bottom of the royal steps in front of the hall.

"Han Shen, the envoy of the Yan State, was ordered to enter Qin to pay homage to the King of Qin!"

He held up the copper box in his hand, bowed deeply, and said aloud.

"Han Shen, I know you. I saw you by Li'er's side when I was in Yewang many years ago. I don't want to, but now you are the Minister of Yan, which makes me miss a political talent."

"The Kingdom of Yan surrendered to Qin and surrendered to Qin. The widow is very pleased and bestows a seat!"

When Han Shen raised his head, Qin Wangzheng, who was on the ninth royal step, spoke solemnly. He looked at Han Shen below.

In the quiet hall, the words of clear and clear words have a different kind of power. After the voice fell, a waiter standing in the distance led Han Shen to the big table on the east side of the king's steps, and invited him to take a seat. Song Ruyi followed.

"Ye Wang, Ying Zheng has seen me?"

Han Shen was suspicious. From beginning to end, he had never met Qin Wang Yingzheng. If he was talking about Ye Wang, he had been with Ye Wang for a long time. If he was with Li'er... it was only a very early time.