I, Ying Zheng, Was Just About To Ascend The Throne, But I Was Broadcast Live By Sister Zhou

Outside Xianyang city.

The thick fog lingered.

After one night, the head on the city wall was already swollen.

Fortunately, it was cold, and there was no peculiar smell.

Sister Zhou accompanied Ying Zheng to the city all the way in a carriage.

Screenshots are being taken crazily in the live broadcast room.

Xianyang two thousand years ago!

On both sides of the street, there are vendors hawking.

Some people buy it.

There are even entertainers shouting.

Incomparably clear!

For historians of florists.

Each frame of this picture is a historical picture that can be studied in the future.

at the same time.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting to see hundreds of people in Weiguo being hanged.

Waiting to see what Confucianism will say about Zulong.

The number of permanent residents in the studio has exceeded 3 million.

They didn't leave for a quarter of an hour.

From the day Ying Zheng started appearing.

Sister Zhou's live broadcast room has already been pushed to the homepage.

The real-time maximum number of people even reached tens of millions.

This time, the number of people who heard the news and came to watch the live broadcast far exceeded the day when Ying Zheng kept vigil.

the reason is simple.

This time the scene.

It is not a majestic palace, not a solemn mourning hall, nor a bloody and terrifying battlefield.

This time, they were separated by a thousand years.

I saw how the people lived two thousand years ago.

Blue bricks and stones.

Eight horses marched side by side.

On the city wall more than ten meters high, a head hangs alone.

Under the city, heavily guarded.

Five hundred went to the funeral, wailing loudly.

The scene was chaotic.

The pent-up sorrow, when facing Lu Buwei who has only one head left.

This group of mourners abused wantonly and wanted to vent their anger.

"Such a Qin law is like a beast!"

"Birth is the beginning of human beings. Death is the end of human beings. The end is good from the beginning to the end, and humanity is complete! Ying Zheng, the king of Qin, did not respect literature, so he called it barren!"

"Marquis Wen Xin has been brilliant for half his life! Why did he end up here? Disrespect for etiquette, contempt and blasphemy, the crimes committed by the Qin State!!!"

The crowd is raging.

Completely disregarded Wang Jian's ban.

Eight horse-drawn carts stopped in the city.

Wails, cries.

One after another into the live room.

Ying Zheng lifted the curtain.

Wang Jian was already waiting outside.

"Your Majesty! There are many merchants and retainers who come here to attend the funeral. They have sharp teeth and sharp mouth, so they are not vicious."

"Among them, there are many people who are sour and corrupt. They don't pay homage wholeheartedly, but just want to gain a name."

Sister Zhou waited by Ying Zheng's side.

The live broadcast room was facing Wang Jian.

"Aren't they afraid of death? They scolded the King of Qin on Daqin's platform just to win a name?"

"I don't understand."

"I don't understand plus one!"

"Can someone explain it?"

[Historian Wang Fenyu rewarded the anchor with ten rockets! 】

"There are many students of Confucianism. There are those with prominent family backgrounds and those with poor backgrounds. In ancient times, if a person wants to be known as a talent, he must first have a reputation."

"It's the same as being famous on the Internet now, whether it's black or red, you have to let people know that there are such famous people."

"So as long as there is a big event, this group of people eager to become famous will flock to it."

"What's more, in ancient times, among the etiquettes, sacrifices were the most important."

"Angrily scold King Qin here. If things go wrong, he will be killed. At that time, someone will spread the news of Ying Yong's anger at King Qin. If he is not careful, his reputation may be immortalized forever."

"If you're lucky and the King of Qin didn't kill him, then he will have more talk in the future and go to other countries, so that people will know that when he paid homage to Lu Buwei, he angered the King of Qin."

The more Miss Zhou read what this big guy said, the more it looked like their routine in the anchor circle!

At this moment, Ying Zheng probably knew what this group of people were doing.

On the long street outside Xianyang city.

A reed mat tent was set up, and we gathered together to cry and sacrifice.

Only then did the young emperor appear.

The originally noisy shed area suddenly became quiet.

Tian's Trading Company was the first to go out.

Hand-clasping Ying Zheng said: "Your Majesty, Wen Xinhou's crimes are full of doubts. He bleeds and contributed to Qin, and he shouldn't end up like this in the end! Please also return his body to King Qin! Save him from being separated from the body." Miserable."

"Tian's Trading Company." Ying Zheng recognized him.

This one can be said to have a deep relationship with Lu Buwei!

"I remember that you are a merchant from Qi, and you dared to come to Daqin because of the new policy proposed by Lu Buwei, requiring merchants from all countries to sell goods in Daqin."

Ying Zheng is young, but his bearing is not to be underestimated.

He paced down and walked in front of the Tian merchant, "It is a good thing for merchants to drive the circulation of goods among the people, but I, Daqin, have not received half of the merchant tax. Tell me, how much benefit have you given Lu Buwei?"

hiss! ! !

The Tian businessman frowned and gasped.

How did this young king know about it?

There are question marks in the live broadcast room.

"Damn, what's the situation, why didn't I understand?"

"I didn't understand either. Is this Tian businessman giving Lu Buwei benefits?"

"I don't understand, listen again!"

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