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

Speaking of the stain on Ying Zheng.

Burning books and burying Confucianism can be said to be a topic that can never be avoided.

In the past, the mainstream view was that Ying Zheng did not like Confucianism.

So he made the move of burning books and burying Confucianism.

There are even Confucian scholars of later generations who said that Ying Zheng's move burned many Confucian classics.

Almost let the florist, the cultural layer.

Can be fact.

Is that so?

In the live broadcast room, who hasn't heard of the Confucian version of burning books and burying Confucians?

can now.

Appeared in front of the eyes.

But it is an alchemist.

A group of alchemists who sent people to Xianyang regardless of the life and death of the people, with evil intentions.

A pile of Fang's classics.

Refining medicine, refining alchemy, refining body and cultivating immortals!

The bamboo slips fell to the ground one by one.

The patriarch of the Fang clan cried out: "Ying Zheng, what are you going to do? These are all ancient books of our Fang clan, handed down from our ancestors!"

call!

Cloth strips with grease, dipped in fire and ignited.

In just a split second, dozens of torches lit up.

In the cold wind, it was buzzing.

"Aristocratic families, most of the inheritances in their hands are orphans. I think the same is true for the Fang family. You are sure that you can calculate the secrets yourself, and it is accurate. That orphan, I really want to ask.

Ying Zheng stood in the wind, with long eyebrows on his temples, handsome and extraordinary.

But what he said made the Fang family feel cold.

"Wait, have you ever calculated that you will die today?"

Soldiers of the Black Ice Terrace have already started digging 183 soil.

A pit ten meters long and three meters wide.

A little bit appeared in the screen of the live broadcast room.

repressed.

pain.

There is even a trace of not being able to breathe.

A family of more than three hundred people.

At this moment, no one can survive.

Even Yu Tianqing was tied up and stood among the crowd.

Toddler cries.

The young man cried softly.

And the silent tears of the old man.

The hole got bigger and bigger.

They all know their end.

The audience in the live broadcast room, although they can't empathize.

But looking at the soldiers of the Black Ice Terrace, in this cold wind, shoveling out the sun

The huge pothole is about to bury these more than three hundred people.

They are all alive!

"Burning books and burying scholars is really killing alchemists!"

"But it's so depressing. When I heard the alchemists crying and watched the soldiers digging holes, I felt that my breathing was a bit difficult.

"They are all real people, I don't want to see them."

"I can't stand it, old woman, or you should change your perspective!"

Sister Zhou couldn't stand it anymore.

Moved to the opposite of Zulong.

Just in time, Ying Zheng raised her eyes and looked at Sister Zhou.

This first perspective looks at Zulong.

Scared the little hearts of many people.

At this time, in a rented house in Hyundai.

The young man just came over with a bowl of instant noodles to prepare dry rice.

The live broadcast room is open.

"Damn! Damn! Damn, Lao Tzu's instant noodles scared me away, Zu Long glanced at me?"

"Scared me to death, old woman!!!"

"Zu Long's eyes are so cold, so handsome, so handsome!!!"

"Lick the screen, stab and stab."

Sister Zhou was so frightened that her hands were shaking.

Nima.

Sand sculpture water friends, at least I saw it from the live broadcast room.

Did she look directly at Zulong?

Scared to death.

"Think lonely is too cruel?"

Ying Zheng asked.

But the line of sight seems to be looking at many people through Sister Zhou.

modern.

Wang Fenyu's strange feeling reappeared.

His typing hands were shaking.

Wang Fenyu: "Anchor, you can ask Zu Long why they must be killed. Wouldn't it be better to kill them directly? Wouldn't it be easy to leave infamy by doing so?"

Sister Zhou swallowed.

Looking at Ying Zheng, he shook his head and said, "It's not cruel.

"Your Majesty, the servants are just curious, why must they be murdered, isn't this a waste of the soldiers' physical strength?"

"Besides, it's really easy to leave a bad name after being murdered."

Ying Zheng chuckled.

Look at those members of the Fang clan who are still crying.

"Fang's people, after entering Bashu, how do you treat the people?"

Sister Zhou scratched her head with a bullet screen: "Brothers, what's the matter?"

Wang Fenyu: "The prices of cades must not rise in one day. Fang's treatment of the people is like boiling frogs in warm water, driving people to death little by little."

Sister Zhou answered accordingly.

Ying Zheng nodded slowly, her gaze still fixed on Sister Zhou not far in front of her eyes.

Where, it happened to be where the live broadcast room was located.

Wang Fenyu trembled all over.

He always felt that he was right.

"Boiling a frog in warm water is like a metaphor." Ying Zheng stroked his palm, "The Fang family must have dug a big hole for the people in order to gain full control of Bashu when they entered Qin Dynasty and then Bashu.

"Then we joined forces with the officials to slowly force the common people to death.

"The remaining money in the hands of the Bashu people is exhausted day after day, isn't it just like burying their heads in this mound of dirt."

"Tell them not to die at once, but they can see with their own eyes that the mound of soil spreads all over their bodies, and finally reaches the top of their heads little by little."

"It's a kind of predicament that people around you can't help. From predicament to desperation, you only need a shovel of soil."

"Just like the price they added to the goods."

As Ying Zheng spoke.

The soldiers of the Black Ice Terrace also began to throw the Fang clan members into the pit.

A shovel of soil, a shovel of soil poured down.

The members of the Fang clan below cried out in despair.

Some even knelt down below, wanting to ask Ying Zheng to spare them.

Ying Zheng's voice is not small.

What he said, word by word, passed into the ears of the clan chief of the Fang clan.

"The common people have no money and food, only a dead end."

"A member of the Fang family, with soil covering his head and unable to breathe, is also a dead end."

The hairs on Yu Tianqing's back stood up,

He looked up at Ying Zheng who had walked to the side of the pothole.

She was shaking.

The young man's handsome face, in her eyes at this moment, is like a ghost.

"Lonely, let them also taste the despair that those people who were forced to death by them felt in their lifetime."

"How can it be cruel?"

Ying Zheng tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of cruelty.

"My god! Who the hell told me why my goosebumps exploded."

"What Zulong said, it's so cool!!!"

"Yes, when these alchemists are forcing people to death, why don't they think about how people die."

"Prices rose little by little. After the people paid the grain tax, they had to sell the grain to pay back the money. After the alchemists collected the grain, the prices started to rise, emptying the money in the hands of the people.

"If you don't have money, you can sell grain again. In the end, you can't even buy grain if you don't have money. You can only starve to death."

"This kind of soft knife cuts flesh, is the most desperate."

"Even because I can't die for a while, I have been depressed and desperate..."

"Just thinking about it makes me feel like I can't breathe."

"To kill them is to kill them!"

"right!!!".