The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

All the ministers in the palace were stunned.

One of the dignified Nine Ministers, the dignified Minister of Two Thousand Stones, was dealt with for such a ridiculous reason?

All of a sudden, all officials panicked.

"Presumably, you are still guessing why the widow wants to dispose of him, and now the widow will tell you the reason!"

"Zhao Gao!"

Hearing Ying Zheng's order, Zhao Gao stepped forward and took out a small scroll from his arms.

"Read!" Ying Zheng said in a deep voice.

Zhao Gao nodded respectfully, and started to read immediately. Every time he read a name, a minister would slump down on the ground with a "plop".

There are more than [-] names on the scroll, and there are more than [-] ministers who slumped on the ground.

After Zhao Gao finished reading, Ying Zheng reached out and took the scroll, holding it tightly in his hand.

"This is the Qin Kingdom of the widowed!!"

Ying Zheng's hand slapped the table hard.

All the officials trembled. From Ying Zheng's words, they heard an unparalleled murderous intent.

"These people, they will bow down to the widow in the temple every day, but while they are kneeling, I'm afraid what they think in their hearts is not to pull the widow off the throne all the time!"

"Zhao Gao!"

"The servant is here!" Zhao Gao responded.

Ying Zheng looked at more than [-] officials, said word by word, coldly, "Take off their court clothes, cut off their heads, and throw them in front of Lu Buwei!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"Your Majesty, for the sake of the old minister's decades of misfortune, save the old minister's life!"

"Your Majesty..."

Zhao Gao walked down the steps slowly, looked at the twenty or so people, and said softly: "My lords, don't let Zhao Gao do anything, just finish it yourself, it can be regarded as, the king left for you, the last point face!"

Hearing this, those people immediately despaired.

From the time they chose to communicate with Lu Buwei secretly, the ending of today was already doomed.

But some people were not reconciled. Their location was only a hundred steps away from Ying Zheng.

A few people with cultivation bases jumped up from the ground immediately, and in a flash, they rushed towards Ying Zheng.

"Escort!"

someone shouted loudly.

Ying Zheng sat on the throne, looked at these people coldly, and remained motionless.

groan!

Before they reached the steps, several white sword qi suddenly penetrated the bodies of those people.

Before those people could even scream, they collapsed to the ground without a sound.

Han Chen slowly appeared beside Ying Zheng, and slowly lowered his fingers.

"Thank you sir!"

Ying Zheng looked at Han Chen and slightly arched his hands.

Han Chen nodded, and slowly sat down on the seat next to Yingzheng's throne, with a calm and composed expression, as if it wasn't him who just made the move.

Zhao Gao, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, shook his head, pointed at those people who were already frightened, and said, "Come on, drag them down!"

From the corner of the main hall, a group of black-clothed guards came out. Those black-clothed guards were very agile, and quickly brought those people and the corpses that fell on the ground down.

Ying Zheng's complexion looked better, and his tone softened a little...

"My widow, one last reminder, if anyone wants to seek refuge with Lu Buwei, they can go out of the hall as much as possible, and the widow will not stop them, but if there are people who want to find their way around, don't blame the widow for being ruthless!"

After finishing speaking, Ying Zheng closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for Lu Buwei's arrival.

At this moment, Lu Buwei was standing outside the palace gate, staring at the giant tree about ten feet thick without blinking his eyes.

Boom! !

Finally, the palace gate collapsed.

I don't know who shouted loudly.

"kill!"

One hundred thousand troops poured into the palace like a torrent.

Under the heavy protection of the retainers, Lu Buwei strode into the palace.

In one day, entering the palace twice, the mood is completely different.

But when Lu Buwei came to the palace, the first thing he saw was not the splendid Xianyang Palace.

It's a row of long wooden shelves.

There are more than [-] human heads hanging on the wooden shelf.

Blood dripped down, and the expressions on those people's heads could still be vaguely seen.

It was an expression of fear and unwillingness intertwined, which made people look a little creepy.

Lu Buwei's face changed drastically, and his chest heaved violently.

Pishou grabbed the sword of the doorman beside him, stepped forward, and split the wooden frame into two pieces with one sword.

The human head rolled to the ground, covered with dust.

Some of these people are officials he personally promoted, and even many of them are his confidantes.

Some of them were people who had clearly pledged their allegiance to him a few days ago.

And the head hanging on the first one is??thin??/>

The reason for Lu Buwei's anger was not the death of these people, but that he finally saw at this moment that Ying Zheng had prepared no less than him.

If not, it would be impossible for Ying Zheng to know the secrets of these people!

"Kill me for the truth, and leave nothing behind!!"

Lu Buwei raised the long sword in his hand and shouted angrily.

Chapter 1: Han Chen makes a move, alone (3/[-])

"Boldly, I implore the king to go and hide in the imperial garden first!" An old minister said.

Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, walked through the gate, and could see that at the end of the square in front of the hall, there were countless soldiers coming rapidly.

Ying Zheng said indifferently: "Wang Qing, don't worry, I have my own measure!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Han Chen who was on the side, and said, "Sir, the widow's life is entrusted to the hands of the husband!"

Han Chen nodded slightly, put his hand on the Canhong sword, stood up, and said to Fu Nian beside him, "Protect the king!"

Fu Nian clapped his hands and said yes.

Whoa!

Hundreds of Confucian disciples quickly walked into the main hall from the side hall.

Ying Zheng was guarded in the center.

The face of the minister surnamed Wang sank, and he said, "How can my king be protected by Confucian people?"

As soon as the words fell, Li Si, who had hurried into the hall, said in a deep voice, "Li Si is also a Confucian disciple. Could it be that Master Wang Wan still doesn't believe it?"

Wang Wan is a veteran of the three dynasties. Since Yingzheng's grandfather became king, he has served as a Weiwei. Today, his official position is only under Lu Buwei, and he is the head of the Jiuqing!

"Li Si, you have entered the court now, and you are an official of the Qin State, so naturally you cannot be regarded as a Confucian!"

Li Si's face darkened, and he was about to say something, but he heard Ying Zheng say: "Wang Qing, don't worry, I have appointed Mr. Qin as the national teacher!"

Wang Wan was taken aback, and all the officials were in an uproar!

National Division!

This status is still higher than that of Sangong. If Han Chen becomes the national teacher, even if Lu Buwei did not rebel, after seeing Han Chen, he would bow his hands and salute!

Even, the status of a national teacher is already comparable to that of a king!

"Master Wang, do you have anything else to say?" Han Chen looked at the veteran and said calmly.

Wang Wan smiled wryly, bent down, cupped her hands and said, "The old minister is confused, please forgive me..."

Han Chen ignored him and walked out without saying a word, with no one behind him.

After Han Chen left, Li Si quietly walked to Ying Zheng's side and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, everything has been arranged!"

Ying Zheng nodded imperceptibly, glanced at all the officials in the palace one by one, and asked slowly, "Is there really no problem, sir?"

Li Si nodded heavily, and said, "Since Mr. says he is sure, Li Si can guarantee it with his head!"

……

Lu Buwei, who followed the army into the palace, did not order his troops to occupy every corner of the palace.

He knew very well that only the person above the main hall could truly control the palace.

An army of [-] is forming a formation!

Outside the main hall, thousands of palace guards were guarding, although they also maintained their formation, but all of them were pale.

Thousands of people face hundreds of thousands of people, I am afraid that it will not take a moment, they will be turned into meat paste!

"General... General, what shall we do?" someone asked.

Today, the one who is in charge of the thousands of palace guards is a partial general, and in his capacity, he still cannot get in touch with some secrets.

He didn't know where the three generals in power had gone. The order he received was to protect Xianyang Palace to the death.

"Brothers, this is the time to be loyal!" Pian Jiang roared angrily.

After finishing speaking, he tore off the corner of his clothes, and tied his hands firmly to the long sword.