The next day.
In Xianyang City, hundreds of civil and military officials gathered at the city gate.
Countless Da Qin soldiers in black armor and brave cavalry formed a military formation, guarding Ying Ziye in the middle.
The black dragon flag of Da Qin fluttered and rustled with the strong wind.
The generals and soldiers of the Great Qin Empire looked solemn and murderous.
Ying Ziye was riding a horse, wearing a black armor, and his majestic figure was extremely domineering.
"wind!"
"wind!"
"wind!"
The brave soldiers of the Great Qin Empire roared, their eyes blazing.
The iron-blooded evil energy condensed and appeared in the air, turning into evil clouds.
This trip follows the Eighth Young Master as he patrols the world eastward. Under Ying Ziye's command, they will prevent all intruders.
Whether it is the remnants of the Six Kingdoms or other forces, as long as they dare to invade, they, as the sharp blades under the command of the Eighth Young Master, will surely kill all enemies!
Unless all of their Da Qin soldiers are wiped out and their corpses are stepped on.
Otherwise, there is absolutely no way to hurt the Eighth Young Master.
In the Qin Empire, the Eighth Prince Ying Ziye replaced the First Emperor Ying Zheng to patrol the world!
When Ying Ziye set off.
Spies from all parties quickly passed on the news.
A few days later.
East China Sea, Songhai City.
Confucian Little Sage Village.
Master Xun's face changed when he heard the news from the intelligence sent by his spies.
Somehow I felt that the time had come.
The figure flashed and disappeared.
Appearing again, he was in the place where Gai Nie and Tian Ming lived.
"Mr. Gai, the Eighth Young Master Ying Ziye has replaced Zu Long to patrol the world!"
"For the sake of justice, the Eighth Young Master must die!"
"Only when the Eighth Young Master dies, Young Master Fusu will not be threatened. The efforts put in by the Confucian and Mohist schools will not be in vain!"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The journey to the east to patrol the world requires a lot of time and cannot be completed overnight. We can take advantage of this opportunity to plan and eradicate it!"
Hearing this, Gai Nie didn't say much, nodded, stood up and left the Little Saint's Manor.
The land of the remnants of the Chu Kingdom!
In the wild mountains and forests, in the manor.
Xiang Shaoyu experienced the incident in Songhai City, witnessed the destruction of his companions, and was severely trampled by the Snow Dragon Cavalry. He was already in despair.
He locked himself in his room all day long and dissected what Chu Nan Gong told him.
In the bedroom, Xiang Shaoyu sat on the seat, lying on the desk.
He rested his head in one hand and held the wine jar in the other, looking out the window with confused eyes and mumbling.
"Earth and water are strong, fire and earth are domineering. Wood and fire are dangerous, metal and water are dangerous!"
"If you want to achieve hegemony, you must find the four Fengshan Forest people."
What exactly does the formula mean?
The four figures in Fenghuoshuolin are not difficult to predict, they should refer to people.
But, who exactly is Feng Huolin...
Xiang Shaoyu's eyes were confused and he was lost in thought, completely immersed in it.
Xiang Liang sighed helplessly when he saw this scene, but also suffered from the fact that there was no solution.
He didn't know how many times he tried to persuade him, but Xiang Shaoyu always agreed on the surface and turned around and forgot about it.
"grown ups!"
When Xiang Liang was worried about Xiang Shaoyu, spies from the Chu Kingdom came to report: "Your Excellency, the eighth son of the Qin Dynasty is patrolling the world on behalf of the First Emperor!"
"Now is the time to set off."
Xiang Liang's eyes flickered when he heard this.
"If we take this opportunity to capture the Eighth Young Master and kill him to sacrifice the flag, it will definitely arouse the bloody spirit of the children of Chu!"
"At that time, we can also give orders to the people from the other five countries!"
After saying that, Xiang Liang glanced at the side room where Xiang Shaoyu was.
He turned to look at Fan Zeng and asked, "Sir, is there any way to get Shao Yu to come out and inspire his ambition and fighting spirit?"
Fan Zeng thought for a moment and said: "If you want to cheer up the young master, you must regain your confidence!"
"I heard that a group of bandits recently appeared a hundred miles away. Why don't you let the young master go and eliminate them."
"One can restore confidence, and the other can win over the people."
"good!"
Hearing this, Xiang Liang nodded in agreement and immediately ordered: "Go and secretly inquire about the Eighth Young Master's whereabouts. Once Ying Ziye passes by Nanjun, report him as soon as possible!"
"Here!"
The spy bowed his hands in respect, turned around and left as an afterimage.
at the same time!
Above officialdom.
Ying Ziye led his army to Yingchuan County.
Thousands of troops were arranged in a long snake formation. Ying Ziye was in the middle of the army, riding a war horse.
There is a handsome carriage in the army for him to sit in.
It's just that Ying Ziye didn't like to stay in the car all the way, so he came out and rode a horse.
Along the way, you can see beautiful mountains and rivers, lush flowers, trees, and greenery, and butterflies and bees.
The great rivers are surging with endless waves, and there are sounds of birds, animals and insects.
In the countryside, people work hard.
The closer you get to the county town, the more prosperous it becomes...
The eastern patrol team approached Yingchuan County. Local officials heard the news early and led the people to welcome them.
"Meet His Highness the Eighth Young Master!"
"I welcome His Highness the Eighth Young Master!"
With the shouts of the surrounding mountains, the county guards, county lieutenants, and county magistrates led all the officials to kneel to the ground, and the people all bowed their heads.
If it was just Ying Ziye, they wouldn't have to kneel down.
However, Ying Ziye was on the eastward tour in place of the First Emperor Ying Zheng. When he saw him, he had to kneel down and worship like the emperor.
Within the city, there are rows of houses.
The streets are neat and wide, with many majestic shops, restaurants and brothels, showing its prosperity.
But Ying Ziye saw a kind of fear in the eyes of the people who were bowing their heads and kneeling on the ground.
It’s different from fear, but a fear that comes from the heart!
In an instant, Ying Ziye noticed something was wrong, something was really wrong.
Ordinary people can only be in awe when they see the army.
However, although he is the Young Master of the Qin Dynasty, he rarely shows up, so he does not have any prestige.
But the fear of the people comes from their hearts, and there is even anger in their fear!
"Why are they angry..."
Ying Ziye groaned in his heart, but he still waved his sleeves and robe and said, "Get up!"
"Thank you, Your Highness, Eighth Young Master!"
Everyone stood up.
At this time.
The county guard came over and approached Ying Ziye, but he was blocked by his bodyguards to prevent him from harboring evil intentions.
The county guard stopped and said respectfully: "Eighth Young Master, we have prepared a banquet for you to welcome the wind and wash away the dust. It is better to get together."
Ying Ziye looked solemn and said, "No need!"
Then he led his army towards the post station.
At night, in the county government office.
A bamboo slip was delivered to the county governor.
When I opened it, there were only a few words - Use all possible means to secretly get rid of the Eighth Young Master Ying Ziye!
The county guard handed the secret letter to the county magistrate beside him and said, "You guys take a look at it."
"He actually assassinated the Eighth Young Master!"
Jun Cheng showed a look of surprise.
"What's the big deal?"
Several other officials were curious and took the secret letter from the Jun Cheng.
In an instant, solemn expressions appeared on all of their faces.
To assassinate the prince of the Qin Empire is to kill the nine clans, which is regarded as a major crime of treason and contempt for the royal bloodline!
This matter must be done cleanly without leaving any traces.
The county magistrate and other officials had murderous intent burning in their hearts, their eyes looked fierce, and they asked sternly.
"Sir, when will we take action?"
The county guard looked calm, shook his head and said: "This matter cannot be rushed."
"At least die, the Eighth Young Master must not die here!"
"In addition, I instruct the people below to make sure that the Eighth Young Master is not allowed to find any clues before he leaves."
"Here!"
