The evening wind came and it was a bit cold under the trees.
Huang was practicing his sword under the moonlight, and he had a feeling that the Tai Chi inner elixir breathing method was about to break through. At this moment, his bright energy was at its peak, and his steps were from light to dark.
From then on, he stepped into Anjin, and his combat power increased greatly. He traveled around the world and had a foundation for his life.
Hua Hua Hua...
The sword wind roared, Huang put away the sword and stood up.
Zi Che Shi and others wanted to discuss, but Huang Yanyan refused. The martial art he practiced was the art of killing. Just kill enemies, don't perform.
Compared with Zi Cheshi and others, Huang had more experience in fighting. Western medicine was developed in later generations. For martial arts, he studied Western medicine and Chinese medicine.
He understands the structure of the human body and knows how to kill a person quickly and effectively. With his sword skills, every time he uses his sword, he rushes to kill someone.
Seeing Huang sheathing his sword, Master Ziche came over and said, "Master of the State, your Majesty asked your chamberlain to send a message to attend the court meeting tomorrow."
"Um."
These days, Huang has been soaking in the Qin clan's collection of books, absorbing knowledge. This is pre-Qin, not later generations.
His previous knowledge and experience only broadened his horizons, and he did not understand the current people's sentiments, customs, and various gods and habits.
Reading is the easiest and most direct way to understand. During this era, the Zhou royal family had the richest collection of books.
After all, even Li Er served as the keeper of the Zhou royal family's history.
In addition, there are the public offices of all the countries in the world. Although the rise of Qin was very short, the collection of books is not rich, but it is enough for the current shortage.
"Uncle Hei, are you ready?" Ying Quliang looked calm, his whole body like a deep pool, unfathomable.
The old man, who was half a step behind, hunched over, whispered back: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the things are ready, just outside the Shigong White Camel Courtyard."
Along the way, Ying Quliang was silent, his steps were balanced, and he kept the same speed.
At the door of the masonry white camel, an ox cart was waiting. There was a piece of black cloth wrapped in the cart. When the driver saw Ying Quliang and Hei Bo walking in, he quickly saluted: "Your Majesty."
"Don't reveal your identity." Ying Quliang ordered, and then said to the old man behind him: "Uncle Hei, knock on the door."
There were three knocks on the door, with different rhythms. The old man in the hospital came out of the house, opened the door, and looked at Ying Quliang and his group in confusion.
It was getting late, and coming to the door at this time was a rare thing. The white camel's old eyes were shining with a hint of vigilance.
"I dare to ask you, is this a white camel who is a masonry worker?"
Seeing the old man nodding, Uncle Hei immediately said, "I would like to ask you to carve a large stone with one hundred Wei sword coins. Is that possible?"
Hei Bo and Bai Tuo were communicating, and Ying Quliang's eyes were full of bitterness. In the Qin State, he was a majestic king, but he actually needed to settle in Wei coins.
The purchasing power and credibility of Qin coins are far inferior to those of Wei's sword coins, which is a shame.
"Engraved stone?"
The white camel looked past the black uncle and glanced at the black cloth on the bullock cart: "It's a rough job, but it's just a way to make a living. It's not worth asking for."
Lifting the black cloth, Uncle Hei carried the huge stone in. Under the moonlight, the white camel looked at the stone: "Young man, what do you want to carve?"
People become better with age.
Bai Tuo could naturally see that Ying Quliang was the one who made the decision.
Ying Quliang took out a silk book and handed it to Bai Tuo: "Old man, please."
"Easy to say."
After taking the silk book, Bai Tuo's scalp felt numb, he was stunned, and his heart was shocked.
Only one person in the entire Qin Kingdom dared to carve these two words. As soon as he thought of this, the white camel stared at the young man in black with bright eyes.
He waited for his answer again.
Ying Quliang Wen Wen: "Old man, all the people in Old Qin think so, don't they?"
As soon as these words came out, the masonry white camel's eyes were full of tears and he nodded silently.
The old Qin people once bathed in the glory of a strong Qin, and they were proud in their hearts. Now that the Qin country has fallen to this, the old Qin people are all sad.
With wet eyes, the stoneworker Bai Camel was carving with tears. When the last stroke fell, he threw away the hammer and chisel and fell on the stone carving in vain, sobbing.
He mourns Qin.
Once he refused, Bai Tuo accepted two pieces of dried meat without taking any money.
Ying Quliang took the bullock cart and disappeared into the rain. The drizzle was dripping, and the atmosphere was deathly silent: "Uncle Hei, white workers in Qin are not allowed to eat meat. It's the fault of the surname Ying!"
Uncle Hei was silent and did not respond.
He didn't know what to say. The pressure on the shoulders of the young monarch in front of him was too great. Sometimes, when the lights were on late at night, he felt a little distressed.
Returning to the palace, Ying Quliang placed the stone carving on the pedestal that had been prepared and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Hei, no one is allowed to enter the political hall within an hour."
"promise."
The next day.
Huang got up early in the morning and practiced the Tai Chi inner elixir breathing method in the courtyard. After washing, he rode horseback to the Political Affairs Hall of Yueyang Palace.
In the political hall, senior doctor Qianlong, middle doctor Du Zhi, Gongsun Jia, Zi'an, Ying Qian and others were all present, and the atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.
In the hall, a huge stone stood upright, and the smell of blood filled the air.
In the political hall, all the officials were silent. No one spoke. Huang walked into the boulder and looked at the words and blood stains on the boulder. He was deeply shocked.
In the center of the boulder are two shocking characters: National Humiliation!
On the upper right side of the big stone is a line of words as big as a fist: The people of the country have eternal aspirations. The division of Qin among the six countries is a national shame. The world despises Qin, and there is no greater ugliness.
The lower left is the first year of Ying Quliang.
The boulders were stained with blood, and every word was stained with blood.
At this time, Ying Quliang walked out of the corridor, his left hand already bandaged. He ignored the eyes of the officials and walked straight to the big stone.
A hoarse voice sounded, Ying Quliang said: "Everyone, the princes of the world despise Qin. Scholars from the Central Plains will not join Qin, and white workers in Qin can't even afford meat."
"In the settlement of coins in our Qin State, the Qin coins are not as good as the sword coins of the Wei State. The land in Hexi was taken away, and Hangu Pass fell into the hands of the Wei State."
"Now the Six Kingdoms are trying to destroy Qin, and we, the Qin people, are watching helplessly but unable to do anything. This is a shame."
"This is a shame for Gu, a shame for the Ying clan, a shame for Qin, and even more shame for you."
"Old Qin people, follow us and suffer humiliation."
At this point, Ying Quliang changed his subject and spoke resolutely: "Today I stand alone in the political hall to erect a monument to express my shame. We, the people of Qin, will never forget our national humiliation."
"Today we, the king and his ministers, swear a blood oath to forever remember the national humiliation and to strive to strengthen the Qin Dynasty!"
After saying that, the long sword passed over and cut his palm, and blood fell on the stone tablet again. Then Ying Qian cut his palm and dripped blood on the stone tablet.
"Jiujiu, Lao Qin, fight against the national calamity together!"
This slogan, shouted by Ying Qian, seemed to have magical power. Civil and military officials throughout the dynasty imitated Ying Quliang and stained the stone tablets with blood.
In the political hall, the voices of the old Qin people fighting against the national calamity could be heard one after another.
At the end, Huang also walked out, the Great Qin Dragon Bird flashed past, and a cut was made in his palm, and blood dripped down the stone tablet.
"Jiujiu, Lao Qin, fight against the national calamity together -!"
At this moment, a qualitative change occurred in the Qin court, and a cohesion and centripetal force emerged spontaneously.
Huang watched this scene happen and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He was worthy of Qin Xiaogong. This move marked the complete formation of the new generation of leadership in the Qin State.
