Qin Dynasty Novelist

"Now among the heirs of the late prince, you and Cheng Qiao are the only ones. If you kill Cheng Qiao, how will your mother face the late king in the future? Besides, Cheng Qiao's temperament is not bad, it's all that Fan Yuqi lured by!"

Although not from his own birth, since Mrs. Ziyu passed away, Cheng Qiao has been growing up under her knees, and together with Zheng'er, they can be regarded as brothers. Now Cheng Qiao rebelled and was defeated. I have no face to see Mrs. Ziyu, to see the late king.

"Xiangbang, you are Zheng'er's father, he will definitely listen to what you say. You must never do something like killing your brother!"

The queen mother in front of the palace was still sobbing softly. Seeing Lu Buwei approaching, there was a hint of hope in her eyes. When Ling Jian, who was looking at Wang Jian, she begged to Lu Buwei beside her.

Although Zhao Ji is in her thirties now, she is dressed down, graceful and luxurious, her brows and tears are mottled with tears, and she can vaguely see the glamorous crown of the world when she was young. Hearing Zhao Ji begging beside him, Lu Buwei's heart suddenly burst.

"If you don't punish such rebels, your flesh and blood will rebel!"

"Xiangbang, what do you say?"

Standing still, Qin Wangzheng watched with cold eyes, looking down, not moving because of Zhao Ji's request, and hearing Zhao Ji begging for Lu Buwei, his face was even more ferocious, Jiu was shaking for it, and his words became more and more serious. The gloomy, increasingly domineering.

"Your Majesty, whether or not the ruler of Chang'an Cheng Qiao was lured by Fan Yuqi or not, a big mistake has already been made. According to the laws of Qin, he should be punished. As for Fan Yuqi, it should be hunted down by all countries, given a heavy reward, and dared to hide his person. He is the enemy of our Qin state."

"The three cities of Tunliu have already been established, but since they have helped Emperor Chang'an to rebel against each other, the people in the city should kill him as an example!"

Lu Buwei sighed in his heart. If it wasn't for the Queen Mother's words, he would still be able to intercede for Chang'an-Jun, but there is no room for any reversal. Besides, getting rid of Chang'an-Jun was his own strategy.

Cut down the Ying clan, so as not to ruin your own affairs. After all, the illness of Xia Li a hundred years ago can be regarded as the think tank of the Qin state. Chang'an Juncheng Qiao has always been wise. If you practice again, you will have another opponent.

After thinking for a few breaths, he bowed and said what he had said.

"Xiangbang is indeed the pillar of the country!"

"This matter will be handed over to Xiangbang, and I hope Xiangbang will be satisfied with what he does!"

Ying Zheng was very satisfied with Lu Buwei's attitude, and then stepped into the hall, without saying much, and went straight out of Xingle Palace, with Zhao Gao behind him closely accompanied by several palace servants and maids.

"Empress Dowager, cherish weight!"

Lu Buwei, who had been in the hall for a long time, didn't stop there, bowed his hands to Zhao Ji, who was still crying beside him, and turned to leave. Women are women after all, and this is a big deal.

Half an hour later, a roll of edicts came out of the Qin Palace and handed over to the military envoy who had come here from Tunliu. After a while, the military envoy returned to the original route.

An hour later, a man dressed in sackcloth and sackcloth holding a black and white long sword turned into a streamer, came out of Wenxin Houfu, and disappeared into the night.

Chapter 64 The Sword of the Son of Heaven

"Little Martial Uncle, I didn't expect Chang'an Juncheng Qiao to end up like this!"

Recalling that when the younger uncle heard that Chang'an Juncheng Qiao led troops to attack Zhao, he had predicted his fate, and it seemed that he was inseparable from Wen Xinhou. Now that the Qin Palace's information has been obtained, it is easy to deal with the affairs of Chang'an Juncheng Qiao. It fell into Lu Buwei's hands.

Coupled with the power of the snare, Cheng Qiao's death was only in a flash. A few days ago, he was a noble son of the Qin state, but now he doesn't know where he is, and he has to be hunted down by the snare.

In the huge Xuanqing Palace, Zong Qiong and Zong Quan were packing their things and preparing to leave. After recuperating, Zong Quan's injuries were as good as before. Coupled with the pressure of the young uncle at the beginning of Wenxin Houfu, this trip will be much smoother.

"If the queen mother did not come, Cheng Qiao might not die, but all this has nothing to do with us. I have re-imposed the seal on the eagle sword. It is easy to use, everything will be added, and life will come first."

Zhou Qing shook his head slightly. Although it was a pity for the matter of Cheng Qiao, under the influence of Lu Buwei and Fan Yuqi, this is the only way to go. The matter of Xingle Palace was heard yesterday, and the Queen Mother was actually there. Meet Lu Buwei in Xingle Palace.

For Qin Zizheng, it is estimated that the meaning of killing Cheng Qiao is more intense. However, as Zhou Qing said, Cheng Qiao's life and death have little impact on the entire Qin state, but for other countries, it may mean that with the beginning of the war.

Holding only the eagle sword, internal energy poured into it, blending with the will of the goshawk in the eagle sword, and realizing the sense of joy that it was swaying up [-] miles.

The humming sound started, and strands of energy like ripples of water swept across the bright sword like autumn water, and looked at Zong Qiong and the two, and then the eagle sword came out of his hand and floated in front of Zong Quan's chest.

"Yes, little uncle!"

Hearing the sound, Zong Quan and Zong Qiong bowed their heads in opposition. Compared with the boring practice in Tianzong, it seems that the current practice is more suitable for them. will be soon.

Not long after, the two left the Xuanqing Palace, all the way out of the Qin Palace, carrying the tasks assigned by Zhou Qing, and took the lead in meeting with the Taoist disciples in Xianyang City. "Dragon and Han Jie" has been out for more than a year, and now "Saint Jie" It's time to live.

An hour later, Zong Quan and Zong Qiong left Xianyang City on horseback and went straight to Daliang City in Wei State. Soon after, in Xianyang City, under the intentional dissemination of Taoist disciples, "Saint Tribulation" swept the entire city.

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"Your Majesty, this is the "Saint Tribulation" sent by Master Xuanqing. The words are used by Your Majesty to relieve boredom!"

In the Qin Palace at the same time, because Qin Zizheng had mentioned his curiosity about "Dragon and Han Tribulation" and "Opening the World", Zhou Qing ordered Zong Qiong to transcribe a copy and put it on the bamboo slips.

The palace servants handed over the fifteen volumes of "Saint's Tribulation" to Xingle Palace. When Zhao Gao heard the sound, his face was slightly delighted, and he picked up the wooden tray on which the fifteen volumes of bamboo slips were placed with one hand, and then walked slowly into the palace.

It was noon, and the king had just eaten his meal, and was working with the chief swordsman of the palace, Gai Nie, in the hall.

With a long sword in hand, you come and go, and the crisp collision sounds are constant, and the sky and the earth are smashed, and the sword of killing is not used. Instead, the two sides continue to touch with the sword of etiquette, the sword of war, and the sword of self-defense.

"Hahaha, Mr. Gai Nie, does it feel boring to practice swords with me?"

The two who were practicing at random in the hall heard Zhao Gao's words, but Qin Zizheng took the lead to withdraw the sword, handed the long sword to the palace servant beside him, took the fragrant tea, savored it carefully, and then smiled and looked to his side Guy Nie.

He was dressed in a light white outfit, his short jet-black hair was casually combed behind his back, and his handsome face was as calm as ever. Watching the King of Qin retract his long sword, his body was also sheathed with the sword.

"No, there is a piece of "Speaking of Swords" written by Taoist Zhuangzhou. Swords are divided into three classes. With the current situation of the Qin state, what the king has built should be the sword of the Son of Heaven!"

Guigu Gai Nie was as taciturn, shaking his head lightly at Qin Wangzheng, who was beside him, and he answered. The sword of man naturally disdains to learn, and the sword of princes has reached its peak.

"Mr. Gai Nie's words are right in the heart of the few people. In the past, Guigu Zhang Yi forged a sharp sword of princes for the late King Huiwen. Where Qin soldiers go, and arrows go, all nations are silent."

"The general trend of the Qin state has now been completed. It is time to forge the sword of the Son of Heaven, and help the princes to unite the world. Therefore, the few people want to forge a sword of the Son of Heaven. I wonder if Mr. Gai Nie would like to be the person who casts the sword?"

There are hundreds of schools in the world, but there are not many people who can become the sword of the emperor, but the descendants of Guigu undoubtedly have this qualification. Qin Wangzheng handed the white jade cup to the palace servant beside him, a pair of bright His eyes looked expectantly at Genie.

A descendant of Guigu, he is proficient in the learning of a hundred schools of thought, and has the most unique views on the art of war, strategy, and innovation. Now that Gai Nie has entered the Qin Dynasty, it is of great use to him. If Gai Nie is willing, Ying Zheng is willing to join hands with him. Create an unprecedented pattern.

"Although Gai Nie is willing to cast a sword for this person, he is not the best sword caster in the heart of the king. What Gai Nie has learned at best is to cast a sword of princes, which is still far from the sword of the Son of Heaven."