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

Swipe! ! !

The wind howled.

The mourning robe on Ying Zheng's body fluttered.

Stare straight ahead.

Win clan, win interest!

One of the more than twenty heirs of King Qin Xiaowen.

Back then, Mrs. Huayang, the wife of Ying Zheng's grandfather, King Qin Xiaowen, had no children.

Without a son-in-law.

The eldest son is the most likely to claim the throne.

But who knows.

A foreign army suddenly emerged, and even returned to Xianyang, and recognized Mrs. Huayang as his mother.

Suddenly, he became the first son.

Win and lose.

Naturally it is not reconciled!

Behind him, there are countless old people from the collateral lineage of the Ying family.

There are also a thousand warriors with sharp blades.

All private soldiers!

According to the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, it is not allowed to keep private soldiers in captivity, but these clans and aristocratic families can kill even Shang Jun.

Will you care about the gentle king Yiren?

Now, the alien is dead again.

The new king thirteen.

Yingxi came today, not just to find Ying Zheng, to talk about his uncle and nephew!

It is two hundred feet away from the palace gate.

The soldiers of the Black Ice Terrace had already set up their bows and arrows.

The tip of the arrow pointed directly at the first few people.

Ying Xi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Unexpectedly, the king has already obtained the Black Ice Terrace. It's really amazing!"

Black ice platform.

But it is the secret weapon of the Daqin royal family.

Did the alien really give this wild species of unknown origin?

Win interest has a grim face.

But he dared not take a step forward.

Black Ice Terrace belongs to King Qin.

Only listen to King Qin alone!

"Heh, the Black Ice Terrace belongs to King Qin, shouldn't it be given to me?"

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand, "Take my Emperor Sword!"

Sister Zhou held the sword and handed it over.

The live broadcast room is also here.

He saw clearly the scene in front of the Qin Palace.

Towering high platform.

The emperor is in mourning.

The arrow was light and cold, and pointed directly at the palace gate.

Behind the tall palace gate.

Dozens of Ying's clan members and thousands of guards armed with knives.

The sword is on the verge of breaking out, and the momentum is extremely tense.

"hiss!!!"

"Reminder, watching live broadcasts allows you to breathe."

"This kind of momentum is really not something that any TV series can show."

"I'm rough, I feel murderous, it's like someone is blowing cold wind around my neck."

"My skin is tight, brothers, it's numb."

"If anyone's hand shakes, the arrow shoots out, or the knife on the other side draws out, I'm sure, the bloody battle is about to begin!"

People in the studio.

One by one, they unconsciously held their breath.

Even if.

Sister Zhou doesn't know how to use mirrors at all.

There isn't any soundtrack at all.

That chilling aura can rush out directly from the screen.

This feeling.

It was so shocking! ! !

bass! ! !

The sound of the emperor's sword cutting across the scabbard.

Harsh to the extreme.

The tense atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.

"Uncle Wang!"

The emperor's sword came out.

The tip of the sword was condescending, aiming at Yingxi.

There is only coldness in the eyes of the rebellious emperor.

"Visit late at night, do you want to force the palace?!"

Ying Zheng's words once again tightened the hearts of the audience.

Force the palace! ! !

It is a capital offense.

Ying Xi looked at the hundreds of arrows on the high platform, ready to be fired.

There was also a turbulent undercurrent in the eyes of that young King Qin.

disturbed.

Unwilling.

fear.

resentment.

All emotions are intertwined.

him today.

Not here to force the palace!

The timing is wrong.

bang! ! !

Win interest and drop the sword.

"Your Majesty, why did the subject come to force the palace?"

for a moment.

Behind him, there was a constant bang.

"He is cowardly!!!"

"Hahahaha, this little brat is quite good at pretending to be a wolf with a big tail."

"Scared me, I really thought there would be people who are not afraid of death to pick things up."

"It's a bluff to do it for a long time."

"Then why did he bring so many private soldiers here?"

The people in the live broadcast room also breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Ying Zheng also raised his hand.

The arrow of the Black Ice Terrace was slowly retracted.

However, the arrow was not collected.

Yingxi has seen the soldiers of the black ice platform.

Swallow.

"Your Majesty forgives the crime. I heard that after Lu Buwei's death, hundreds of people came to the funeral. There have been a lot of rumors recently, so I discussed with several other clansmen to send private soldiers to surround the king's safety."

"Yes!" Another old man walked out.

Ying Zheng swept over and found that he was still the same generation as King Qin Xiaowen.

"Your Majesty has not yet ascended the throne, and the rumors spread outside are full of noses and eyes. Hey, my Daqin people's hearts are all messed up."

"Your Majesty, why not just make a clarification to appease the hearts of the people!"

A group of clan relatives took advantage of the situation and even handed over their hands, acting like courtiers.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded.

"No, isn't that right?"

"These people were aggressive just now, are they beating up now?"

[Wang Fenyu rewarded the anchor with a rocket! 】

Wang Fenyu: "They should have really planned to force the palace. It's just that Ying Zheng actually has soldiers from the Black Ice Terrace in his hands."

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