"You go back to Tangmen to prepare first. I will go to Jicheng to get the Yaoming Order. I will be in Shuzhong before October 20th. If I haven't arrived, you can make your own decision."
Shui Han was sitting on the carriage going back to Taoyuan. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that what he said was really heroic, and he couldn't help but recall it several times in his mind.
"Really going to Yandu?"
It was Zhi Wu who asked the question.
Miluo Mirror, Pine Cauldron, Yaoming Ling, whether it was due to some mysterious fate, he finally got involved with the Eight Kings.
"Go, why not go?"
His words were full of confidence, without even a trace of hesitation, just like before.
"I heard that the Jidu royal family respects the three-legged fire bird. There are rumors that they are the descendants of the fire god Chongli. I may not be sure that the Yao Ming Order is not a fiction."
Dong Zhilin spoke up rarely. As the emperor, she naturally knew more about this kind of secret.
"Teacher Dong Zhilin, do you also like to meddle in other people's business?"
At the beginning of the day, his white hair was fluttering, and he joked from the side:
"Haha, I'm not that free, but I'd like to remind you that since you are Taoyuan students, any outings must be approved by Master Xun."
"Don't worry, it will be approved."
"Why are you so sure? Whether it's the Tang Clan or the Yan Kingdom royal family, Taoyuan is not willing to provoke these two forces."
Shui Han looked contented and took the little raccoon off his head and put it into his arms. He recalled that he agreed without hesitation when he asked to escort the ghost Gu Xun. Come to think of it, that little old man must also be a strong-blooded person.
"I don't know, it's just a feeling."
…
"Approval, of course, approval."
In the Confucian Hall, Xun Kuang looked at the letter Dong Zhilin sent from Qingyu. He already understood everything, and his mood was unusually comfortable.
"Dad, if you just let that Yi Shuihan go, it's hard to predict what will happen to him if he really enters Jicheng."
Xun Ge asked in confusion.
"Do you know who named him to enter the Pure Land in the first place?"
"Not Wen Zhong?"
"Wen Zhong doesn't have such a big face."
"That……"
"It's the one from Yuling Palace."
"What?"
Xun Ge was shocked. Where did Yi Shuihan come from? He could actually be named by the man from Yuling Palace.
"And that person also made a request for me."
"any request?"
"No matter what Yi Shuihan wants to do, let him do it. Don't stop him or help him."
Xun Ge stopped talking, and Xun Kuang looked at the peach tree in front of the court, filled with melancholy.
In fact, such a privilege was given to another person, but that person has now put on a terrifying skull mask and has completely embarked on a road of no return.
Five Poisons, this is your current name, right? What on earth do you want to do if you take the trouble to take away an ancient book that no one in the world can understand...
The capital of Qin, Xianyang Palace.
The lamp is burning in the lamp, and the king is lying on the couch.
"What? I didn't get the Songluding Cauldron back, you bastard! Ahem..."
"Your Majesty, don't be angry, be careful of getting angry..."
The beauty helped the haggard old King Zhaoxiang up, her eyes flowing, as gentle as water.
Ying Xiping, wearing black clothes, black hair, black eyebrows and black eyes, stood to one side, but did not say a word for a long time.
"Why are you silent?"
"I just think it's ridiculous."
"It's ridiculous, who's ridiculous?"
"you."
"you……"
The old King Zhaoxiang's eyes widened with anger, and the grooves on his face were squeezed together, making him look extremely distorted. He couldn't believe that Ying Xihuang, who had always been very obedient to him like a dog, would say such a thing at this time. .
He was also very angry at the same time, because at this moment he finally saw clearly the true face of the nephew who had been hiding for so many years. But fortunately, at this time, he was still the king of Qin. As long as he was still the king, he would not let the nephew in front of him It's easy for rebellious ministers and traitors to disappear.
"Someone! Someone!"
The boss | Wang | shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one came.
"Come here! Come here, someone wants to rebel..."
It was hoarse again, but no one came.
Ying Xihuang's eyes were cold, but in the July weather, his words were bone-chilling.
"As a king of a country, if you don't think about the great cause of the country, you only seek personal enjoyment, and you even want to seek some illusory way of immortality, if you are not ridiculous, who is?"
The boss Wang looked at Ying Xiwen's eyes, and he saw a familiar feeling in his eyes. It was his young self, the eyes of a king who looked down upon the world.
It seems that Xianyang Palace has been under his control for a long time.
He suddenly had some very complicated emotions. He was very scared. He was afraid of his own death. He obviously had the best of everything in the world, so he couldn't just die. At the same time, he hated himself for being so afraid of death. He When he was young, he was obviously so high-spirited. He took the lead on the battlefield and was not afraid of death. He just wanted to carve out his own world for the people of Qin. Now, time has passed and he has turned into an old man who is afraid of death. How sad and disgusting. !
But after all, the disgust is no match for the desire to live.
As long as you can survive, what's the importance of dignity?
That day, the old man finally crawled to the ground, grabbed his nephew's feet, and kept praying that he could spare his life.
"Hustling, bustling, uncle, please let me go. As long as you let me go, I will immediately write an imperial edict to you..."
That day, the king's nephew Ying Huhu killed the king with Bai Ling. He looked at the people twisted like maggots under his hands, and remembered what he had done that night, and he unconsciously felt that the strength in his hands gradually increased.
"You know, I live just for this day."
That day, the boss Wang E came out of the house and screamed out his last words before he died.
"Bitch, as bitchy as your mother..."
Before the word "mean" came out of his mouth, his neck was broken.
In the Qin Empire, King Zhaoxiang passed away.
The beauty was not so frightened that she shouted around or burst into tears. In a place like Xianyang Palace, she was already used to killing her father, killing her brother, and plotting to usurp the throne. Moreover, she climbed to her current position by stepping on other people's corpses. , the things she has done are not much cleaner than Ying Huxing. She is only thinking about one thing now, and that is her future way out.
It didn't take long for the beauty to think. She took out the tiger talisman from under the old king's pillow, bent down to Jiaorou, her eyes were full of charm.
"I pay my respects to the new king."
She has a soft figure and a gorgeous face. She is one of the top beauties in the entire Qin Kingdom. Moreover, she is also very good at serving men. Every man she has served will fall deeply under her pomegranate skirt and never be able to leave her again. , the most important thing is that now she holds the tiger talisman in her hand that can mobilize the military power of the entire Qin State. She is very confident that as long as she is a man, she knows how to choose.
Ying Xixing looked at her with cold eyes, which seemed to never change. Cold sweat broke out on her back in the hot July day.
He said:
"You are indeed beautiful and very qualified to be a princess."
The beauty's heart was filled with joy. No matter what princes, generals, ministers, or heroes you are, you will eventually get drunk in my land of beauty.
Her eyes were flowing, and her body was like water as she pressed into Ying Huxing's arms. A pair of jade hands rubbed back and forth on Ying Huxing's body. This is her unique skill. As long as he is a man, he will be aroused by her hands and then fall deeply into it, unable to extricate himself.
But Ying Huhu showed no reaction, and his heartbeat didn't even speed up at all.
How could the beauty stop here? She quickened the pace with her hands and swam towards Ying's bustling lower body.
It was this touch that made the beauty's determination to win suddenly turn into despair.
No man in the world can resist her temptation, unless he is not a man at all.
"you……"
In the Qin Empire, a beautiful lady who served in Xianyang Palace died.
Ying Xi picked up the tiger charm from the pool of blood, wiped it clean with white silk, and put it away.
A man wearing Tsing Yi appeared in the corner. Ying Huhuang did not turn around to look at him, leaving only his black back facing him.
"Lu Buwei and the stranger should be arriving soon."
"Yes, Commander."
The voice is soft and long, with a certain accent.
Qin will soon welcome a new king, his name is Ying Yiren.
