A few days later.
In the manor.
Since this period of time, there has been no news from Xianyang City, and the marquis and nobles can't help but panic.
Until today.
After finally receiving the news, Marquis Xingyue, Marquis Fengqing Jiang Xingsheng and other marquises could not help but frown.
Because they suddenly discovered that many fine works disappeared without a trace.
"What exactly happened..."
Zhuo Qinghou murmured in a deep voice, frowning in deep thought, and guessed: "Could it be the Eighth Young Master?"
After all, judging from the information in the intelligence, these detailed works disappeared only a few days ago after going to explore the agency creations related to Ying Ziye!
Marquis Xingyue looked gloomy and said in a serious voice: "This is a demonstration for us!"
Especially the changes in Xianyang City in the past few days have made the marquis and nobles firm up their ideas.
Fang Fenghou looked thoughtful and suggested tentatively: "Why don't you invite the Eighth Young Master to come here and have a talk?"
Upon hearing this, Marquis Fengqing also nodded slightly and said: "If peace talks can be made, it is better to resolve this matter as soon as possible. You are all having trouble sleeping and eating these days."
Following the suggestions of several noble marquises.
Marquis Zhuoqing, Marquis Xingyue and other marquises and nobles also agreed, looked at the confidants beside them, and ordered: "Go, let the soldiers guarding outside tell the Eighth Young Master that we are willing to talk to the Eighth Young Master. "
"promise!"
The cronies bowed and left.
Xianyang City.
Eight Young Master's Mansion.
Yingzi had nothing to do at night, drank, watched and danced with Li Si.
Different from the pink statue of Yingying and Yanyan, the dancer is wearing a suit of armor and holding a long sword. She has a heroic appearance and a foundation in martial arts.
At the same time, he sang Qin songs in his mouth.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. The king raised an army and repaired my spear..."
"Young Master is so elegant!"
Li Si smiled, praised him, and asked, "I wonder how Master will deal with those marquises and nobles outside Xianyang City?"
Ying Ziye smiled calmly and said, "There's no rush!"
"Just relaxing today."
It's time.
The servants of the mansion came to report the important news that the marquis and nobles wanted to negotiate peace.
"It seems that the Imperial Marquises and Lords are no longer able to stand up to each other."
Li Si was overjoyed when he heard the news and praised, "What a great opportunity!"
On the other hand, Ying Ziye was unmoved, and said with a very calm expression: "Tell them, I have political matters to deal with here, and I have no time to leave."
"promise!"
Seeing this, Li Si opened his mouth to say something else.
However, Ying Ziye dragged him to continue drinking.
"Prime Minister, don't be distracted!"
The news was spread back to the manor where the noble Marquis lived.
Hearing such a situation, all the marquis and nobles could not help but become angry and frowned.
"What?"
"Eighth Young Master has actually perfunctoryly treated us."
"He didn't even see me. Could it be that he doesn't want peace talks and wants to kill me?"
"Young Master Eighth, you don't take us seriously enough!"
Marquis Zhuoqing, Marquis Xingyue, and Marquis Fengqing Jiang Xingsheng looked at each other in confusion, looked at each other, and spoke angrily.
It's just that they don't have any way to deal with it yet.
This feeling is so painful!
The opposite side occupies the great righteousness, and they cannot violently engage in conflict.
That night!
Twilight is dark.
Bits and pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky, pure white and flawless.
In the study room.
Ying Ziye warmed the wine, poured a glass, and handed it to the person in front of him.
"Thank you, sir!"
The bad guy took the hot wine and drank it in one gulp, then bowed and reported: "Huoyu Villa is now home to hundreds of schools of thought, including Confucianists, Yin-Yangists, farmers, celebrities, Taoists, Mingbianists, etc."
"In addition, there are also some well-known forces in the world such as the Blood Knife Sect and the Sea Shark Gang, as well as the Sword Forging Villa..."
"Master Xun is also there. As a land god, he is the most powerful person in the ruins of Huoyu Villa."
"The formation above the Huoyu Villa ruins is linked to the underground Fire and Rain Agate. If you forcefully break into the formation, it will inevitably cause the formation to absorb the internal spiritual power of the Fire and Rain Agate to replenish the loss. If the loss is too large for a time, I am afraid that the Fire will be destroyed. All the rain agates have been lost!”
When the bad guy said this, he stopped and said in a deep voice: "In addition, there seems to be some extremely terrifying existence that is killing the surrounding forces!"
After the words fell, the bad guy looked at Ying Ziye, waiting for instructions.
When Ying Ziye heard this, a thoughtful look appeared on his brows, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Tell the commander to pay attention to every move at the Huoyu Villa ruins."
"Don't expose it unless necessary!"
After he finished speaking, Ying Ziye waved, summoned his servants and said, "Go and invite Hou Qing and Ying Gou."
"promise!"
Yang Fan came from outside the door and bowed his hands.
Then go and act.
It didn't take long.
Hou Qing, Yinggou and his sister rushed over.
Ying Gou holds a pile of fried chicken legs wrapped in lotus leaves in her little hands and gnaws on them. Hou Qing shows off his elegance all the time. He is dressed in white, holding a flute in one hand and carrying it on his back in the other.
"Sir, what do you want from me?"
Hou Qing asked with a smile.
"Ah!"
Ying Ziye chuckled lightly and said, "Of course I have found an opportunity for you to show off. At the site of Huoyu Villa, hundreds of sects and major forces gathered together to compete for the Huoyu Agate."
"You and Ying Gou go to Huoyu Villa together, and you can show your majesty in front of all the major forces!"
He joked deliberately.
Ying Gou smiled sweetly and said: "Since the young master has given the order, it's time to test the methods of all the schools."
"oh?!"
Hou Qing chuckled with interest, nodded slightly, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "No!"
"I just happened to go to appreciate the beauty of the land of South Vietnam. I heard that it is always warm as spring there, and it never snows even in winter."
Outside Xianyang City.
In the manor.
As a land god, Lao Zhuoqinghou sneaked in without anyone noticing. Looking at the snow falling in the sky, he sighed leisurely: "How time flies!"
On the side, Marquis Zhuo Qing said respectfully: "Ancestor, the Eighth Young Master did not accept the invitation from me and other noble marquises to go to the manor for peace talks."
"oh?"
Old Zhuo Qinghou's eyes were deep and sparkling with complex light. He was somewhat surprised, but he soon regained his composure.
"Ah!"
Old Marquis Zhuoqing chuckled and said, "My grandson, tomorrow you and the noble marquises will go to Xianyang to meet His Majesty the First Emperor."
"Remember, the louder the noise, the better. It's best to let the entire Xianyang people know that they are entering the court!"
When Marquis Zhuo Qing heard the words, he looked thoughtfully and gradually understood the deeper meaning.
Rather than sit back and wait for death, I might as well take the initiative, but not resist forcefully, but obey orders!
Enter the city openly and build momentum to let all dignitaries and ordinary people know about it.
At that time, if the Eighth Young Master wants to attack them at will, he will definitely use a vile weapon, taking into account the wishes of the people and their reputation.
What's more, they also handed over some of their private soldiers and responded to the empire's call.
The next day.
Zhuo Qinghou convinced all the marquises and nobles.
The rising sun rises in the east!
The sky and the earth were completely white, covered with a light layer of snow.
The huge motorcade was mighty and mighty, guarded by many close followers.
Dozens of marquises and nobles, riding tall horses with heroic figures, entered Xianyang City together.
The iron-blooded evil spirit is high and everlasting!
Such a spectacular scene attracted countless people to watch.
The streets in Xianyang City were crowded with people on both sides.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so majestic!"
"Isn't that right? They are all knighted for military merit. They are either acquired by ancestors or earned by one's own efforts."
"Even if you inherit the ancestral title, you have been on the battlefield."
"I heard that the Empire is going to war with South Vietnam. When the war is over, I'm afraid countless people will rise to prominence and receive military honors."
"Even if South Vietnam had not been occupied, it would not be impossible to enfeoff the land and the country!"
Pedestrians and merchants came and went, and the people talked a lot, envious and full of desire.
Seeing such momentum, Zhuo Qinghou felt calmer in his heart.
at the same time.
Eight Young Master's Mansion.
The news of the marquis and nobles entering the city was conveyed by the counter-quick sand.
Ying Ziye was somewhat surprised. He shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect these noble marquises to choose such a method. They really have the means and courage!"
On this occasion.
Han Fei, a member of Niliusha, rushed over and said respectfully: "Sir, the eldest son Fusu went to greet these marquises and nobles!"
As for what you want to do, you can figure it out without guessing.
Ying Ziye smiled happily and said, "My good big brother, you are doing something unnecessary!"
