It's time!
Xianyang Palace!
Above the court.
All civil and military officials gathered.
The noble Marquis of the Empire stepped into the hall, knelt down and bowed his head to the majestic figure on the high platform, and said respectfully: "We will pay homage to His Majesty the First Emperor."
"Your Majesty Fu Wei will last for eternity and the Qin Dynasty will last for eternity!"
All of them had excited faces and kowtowed vigorously.
"Um!"
The First Emperor Ying Zheng responded calmly, stretched out his hand and said: "My dear friends, please be safe."
"It's really hard for you to come all the way."
"This time we donated private soldiers to pacify South Vietnam. I really have wronged you all."
The words were cold and fell slowly.
"Your Majesty, this is what ministers should do!"
"It is a great honor to be loyal to the king and serve the country."
Zhuo Qinghou and other noble marquises said respectfully, with a calm expression, as if they were serious about giving everything for the empire.
"Ah!"
Ying Ziye chuckled lightly and said, "You have worked hard and made great contributions. Either your ancestors worked hard for the foundation of the Qin Dynasty, or you yourself worked hard in the military and became knights. Now you are contributing to the empire. Naturally, you deserve to be praised by your father."
"It's just that you are often in the fiefdom on weekdays and rarely come here."
"My master is willing to take you all to have fun in Xianyang for a few days!"
As he said that, he looked at Zhuo Qinghou and others.
The young master Fusu on the side looked at him with complicated eyes, and said in his mind: "What is the eighth brother trying to do? A few days ago, he still refused to deal with these noble marquises, and they even refused to go to the peace talks when they invited him."
"How come there is such a change today?"
When Zhuo Qinghou and others heard this, they immediately refused and said: "Haha, you are so polite, Eighth Young Master, we will do our own thing, why bother Your Highness the Eighth Young Master."
All the marquises and nobles present have tempers and want to save face.
The previous invitation to Ying Ziye for peace talks was rejected. Now that he was invited by the other party, how could he easily agree?
What's more, they instinctively felt that Ying Ziye had evil intentions!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Ying Ziye smiled heartily and said, "It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome."
"You noble nobles are being polite!"
"I have a lot to say to you, Master, and discuss the use of troops..."
The faces of all the marquis and nobles were complicated. They didn't understand what kind of medicine Ying Ziye was selling in the gourd, so they had no choice but to say nothing.
After leaving the court.
Marquis Zhuoqing, Marquis Xingyue and other marquises wanted to leave.
But outside the main hall, Ying Ziye, Li Si, Zhang Han, and Xiao He blocked him.
"Eight Young Master, what are you going to do?"
Zhuo Qinghou's eyes were gloomy and he asked.
"I have more important things to deal with later."
Marquis Xingyue said while looking at Ying Ziye cautiously.
"hehe!"
Ying Ziye smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry, I would like to invite you all to have a look around."
All the marquis and nobles couldn't help but feel a headache.
"what to do?"
Fang Xinghou asked in a low voice.
Zhuo Qinghou stared at Ying Ziye with burning eyes, smiled suddenly, and said, "Okay!"
"Eighth Young Master invites you again and again. If we refuse again, it will be a waste of Eighth Young Master's good intentions."
"In that case, Eighth Young Master, please do it!"
Zhuo Qinghou stretched out his hand and smiled lightly.
"good!"
Ying Ziye took a step forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Please!"
Marquis Xingyue, Marquis Fengqing Jiang Xingsheng and other marquises and nobles, although they did not understand why Marquis Zhuoqing suddenly agreed, they also followed.
Everyone left the palace in a mighty manner.
Walking on the street, even in winter, there is still a lot of traffic.
Ying Ziye led a group of marquises and nobles around and said, "Don't be too nervous."
He could see that some of the noble marquises looked a little absent-minded.
Especially those who are not in the rank of nobles, officials and ministers.
"hehe!"
The noble marquises smiled awkwardly when they heard this.
Tingyulou!
A burst of soft music came out.
"Everyone, let's go listen to a song, drink some wine, and watch the beauties dance to relax."
Ying Ziye suggested.
"Can!"
Zhuo Qinghou nodded slightly.
Then everyone entered Tingyu Tower.
Listening to the rain in the building.
The doors and windows were closed, and bonfires were burning all around to maintain the temperature.
Even though it is winter, the dancer is wearing a thin gauze, stretching her slender and graceful waist.
Sure enough, when I saw a beautiful woman.
The noble Marquis, who was a little nervous at first, became much less nervous.
"This is a relatively famous place of romance in Xianyang City, where dignitaries and talented people come here to write poems and write poems!"
Ying Ziye smiled and said, "You can relax here by listening to music, watching dance, and dancing."
Zhuo Qinghou just smiled when he heard this, knowing that there must be something going on behind.
Li Si accompanied several marquises and nobles as they drank, laughed, and tested each other.
I stayed in Tingyu Tower for half an hour.
Ying Ziye led everyone away again, wandering around.
"Everyone, that restaurant has famous specialties from Xianyang area, let's go and try them!"
Ying Ziye led everyone to eat, drink and look everywhere.
Not long after, they arrived at the Shaofu.
"Eighth Young Master, Lord Shaofu Ling!"
The officials and craftsmen of the Shaofu Palace all bowed to Ying Ziye and Zhang Han.
"Let's all get busy."
Ying Ziye smiled warmly, looked at Zhuo Qinghou and others, and said, "Follow me."
Looking at the young manor, the faces of all the marquis and nobles became solemn, and they understood that the real drama had begun.
Ying Ziye led everyone to the depths of the Shaofu Mansion, which was heavily guarded for several miles around and where Gongshu Qiu created a trap.
"Master!"
Gongshu Qiu bowed respectfully.
"Let's go and show all the princes and nobles the mechanism creation you made."
Ying Ziye smiled.
Organ creation!
He does not mean that.
The eyes of all the marquises and nobles widened a lot.
They had heard about the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, where four powerful machine creations suddenly appeared, and together with General Meng Tian and others, they defeated the enemy army.
Like a god or a demon, extremely powerful.
"promise!"
Gong Shuqiu glanced at Zhuo Qinghou and others, and showed a faint smile.
Then he led everyone to a huge wooden house, covering an area of several hundred feet long and wide, and several feet high.
In this space, there are many huge or small mechanical creations stored.
"Everyone, please look, these are the four evil beasts, jackals, tigers and leopards!"
Gong Shuqiu pointed at dozens of mechanical creations that looked like real creatures and introduced: "These mechanical beasts are imitations of jackals, tigers and leopards, and they are extremely ferocious."
"Each one has the strength of a fifth-grade warrior. Although it is not strong enough, it is better because it can be made quickly and the materials are cheap. In just one day, the young master can make hundreds of them!"
Military sergeants are generally seventh or eighth grade warriors.
A mechanism beast equivalent to the strength of a fifth-grade warrior is already considered powerful.
Especially the sentence about "high quality and low price", the Shaofu can produce hundreds of them every day, which shocked all the marquis and nobles.
If the young master wanted to form an army with these machine beasts, wouldn't it be easy?
