"Oh my god, is this a dream?"
"Three hundred thousand troops have returned to the capital. What is Your Majesty going to do?"
"Could it be that there is going to be another big cleanup just like the Guanzhong clan..."
The civil and military officials were talking a lot, but looking at Zhao Tuo's figure, they felt safe for no reason.
"But with the Dragon Marquis of Nanhai here, the world can be at peace!"
One of the courtiers twirled his long beard and said.
Upon hearing this, all the civil and military officials nodded in agreement.
"Um!"
The First Emperor Ying Zheng responded lightly and said with a smile: "Pingshen!"
"promise!"
Zhao Tuo stood up after hearing this.
He looked around the court, saw Ying Ziye looking at him, and moved closer.
"Eighth Young Master!"
Zhao Tuo smiled lightly.
He had already heard about this imperial prince.
During the sacrificial ceremony and throughout the world, the Eighth Young Master Ying Ziye was everywhere.
He had to pay attention, not to mention that Ying Ziye also participated in the destruction of the Guanzhong clan and led his people to eradicate the Kong family on his own!
He also invented papermaking, purifying salt and making plows, and other actions that benefited the country and the people.
Zhao Tuo stood aside and whispered: "I have admired the Eighth Young Master for a long time, and today I finally have the chance to meet him. I am really lucky."
"The Dragon Marquis of Nanhai is welcome!"
Ying Ziye also smiled indifferently, cupped his hands, and said: "General guarded the South China Sea for ten years, no one dared to offend, and he killed countless strong barbarians."
"I admire you very much."
The two of them admired each other, with knowing smiles on their lips.
That night!
The north wind howls.
Pieces of snowflakes fell.
In the Qin Empire, Xianyang City belonged to the northern zone, which was different from the southern part of the country.
It is already the cold winter season, and the sky is filled with snow.
Breathing becomes dance, dripping water becomes ice.
Even the bright moon in the sky has a chill.
Outside Xianyang City.
In the manor.
The lights were bright and a small stove was burning in the room.
Marquis Qufeng, Marquis Zhi, Marquis Yingyue, Marquis Fengqing Jiang Xingsheng and other marquises felt more and more that something was wrong.
Everyone frowned, looking at the heavy snow outside the window, feeling as cold as this winter in their hearts.
"The situation is too abnormal. The atmosphere in Xianyang City has become increasingly depressed recently."
Qu Fenghou and Zhihou were discussing with each other, their expressions gloomy.
"We have to go, get out of here."
Marquis Xingyue and Marquis Fengqing Jiang Xingsheng also made up their minds and said solemnly: "Otherwise we won't be able to wait until next year!"
After all this, dozens of marquises and nobles were preparing to leave and took advantage of the darkness to leave the room.
This is the time.
Ying Ziye led Zhao Tuo here, but when he saw this scene, he showed a funny expression and asked lightly: "I wonder where you princes and nobles are going?"
At the same time, he pointed them out, his voice suddenly turned cold, and he shouted loudly: "Why do you want to mobilize private soldiers, and what is your purpose?!"
this!
Marquis Qu Feng, Marquis Zhi and other nobles were immediately panicked. They did not expect such a coincidence that Ying Ziye came.
Just hit them and ran away.
But how should I answer now? Is it possible to say that it is admiring the snow and the moon at night?
Moreover, the Eighth Young Master actually knew that they were mobilizing private soldiers. It seemed that this was the reason why the private soldiers had not made any move.
Now, it's over!
Marquis Xingyue and Marquis Fengqing Jiang Xingsheng couldn't help but think.
Qufenghou and Zhihou also looked panicked and hurriedly said: "Eighth Young Master, please listen to our explanation."
However, Ying Ziye sneered, waved his hand and said: "If you have any problems, we can discuss them in Tingwei Prison and take them away!"
"promise!"
The soldiers surrounded the marquis and nobles one after another.
Marquis Qu Feng, Marquis Zhi and other marquises all looked panicked, and their hands involuntarily moved towards the swords at their waists.
Zhao Tuo chuckled and said sarcastically: "Don't make any mistakes!"
boom!
Powerful auras of coercion suddenly unfolded.
Under the pressure of the sweeping monk Lu Lu's divine power and the powerful auras of Jian Jiu, Wei Zhuang, Zhao Tuo and others.
I also thought about the Lishan army surrounding this place, and the 300,000 troops of Zhao Tuo, the Dragon Marquis of the South China Sea, stationed in Xianyang City.
Marquis Qu Feng, Marquis Zhi and other marquises and nobles could not think of resisting at all, so they could only wait for death and withdrew their hands.
After all, if you dare to resist, I’m afraid you’ll be killed right now!
The wolf-like and tiger-like soldiers tied up the marquises and nobles one by one with iron chains, removed their weapons, and sealed the meridians and acupuncture points.
He was taken to Tingwei Prison and interrogated overnight.
The next day!
The sky is getting cooler.
On the roof of Tingwei Mansion.
Ying Ziye looked at the snow-white land in front of him with deep eyes.
"Eighth Young Master!"
Zhao Tuo jumped up to the ridge of the roof and said with a smile: "There is news from the prison. According to Marquis Xingyue and Marquis Fengqing, they, the marquises and nobles, have not come to Xianyang City for a long time, and were even ordered by the First Emperor. After the decree was issued, he deliberately wasted his time when he came to Xianyang City, or even refused to enter Xianyang City, handed over private soldiers to the old, weak, sick and disabled, and even mobilized private soldiers and other nasty things."
"They are all instructed and given advice by the old Marquis Zhuo Qing!"
When Ying Ziye heard the news, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and said: "Although these evidences alone are not enough to put Old Zhuoqing in jail, but disobeying the emperor's order is enough to imprison him in Xianyang!"
call!
The north wind howls.
"Somebody come!"
Ying Ziye shouted loudly and immediately ordered: "Follow me and Nanhai Longhou to capture Lao Zhuoqinghou!"
The words fell.
Strong figures wearing armor rushed out from all around, and all the soldiers worshiped: "I'll take your orders!"
Under the leadership of Ying Ziye and Zhao Tuo, a group of soldiers quickly gathered and rushed towards the outside of Xianyang City.
However, when they arrived, they suddenly discovered that old Zhuo Qinghou and Zhuo Qinghou had already left the manor and were missing.
Only some marquises and nobles were left, looking flustered and cautiously accompanying them, tentatively asking what happened.
It has really given them too much fright and excitement during this period.
"The ancestors and grandsons of Lao Zhuoqing Hou made suggestions for you, delayed the time to come to Xianyang, and handed over the old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers, which was against the will of His Majesty the First Emperor."
Zhao Tuo smiled lightly and said something insignificant, and said: "As long as you don't do anything bad, nothing will happen to you. Just be patient and don't be impatient."
"Go find Zhang Han!"
Ying Ziye ordered his cronies, saying: "Ask him to lead the Shadow Guards to investigate this matter. We must find traces of Lao Zhuo Qinghou and the two of them."
Hear this sentence.
The accompanying marquises and nobles were completely uneasy.
They don't understand how things got so serious.
What's more, if it's just because of the plan, it's not enough for old Zhuo Qinghou to take Zhuo Qinghou to escape overnight!
All the marquises and nobles turned pale for a moment, fearing that something might affect them again.
