crossing with green hills

"Your Majesty Qizuo, the fairy mountain outside the city is still shrouded in layers of clouds and mists. The army entered several times. After being trapped for two days, they all returned without success and it was difficult to enter."

Meng Tian leaned forward, with a respectful expression, and reported the matter clearly.

"Have you caught the so-called storyteller who knew about Xianshan?" Ying Zheng asked again.

There was fine cold sweat on Meng Tian's face, he really wanted to find a bunch of high-sounding reasons to shirk himself like other colleagues.

But in the end, I still followed my own temperament and intentions, and honestly bowed my head and replied: "Never!"

Yingzheng's expression of happiness and anger is not visible, and there is no trace of sullenness on his face, but Meng Tian, ​​who knows him well, knows that Yingzheng is on the verge of rage.

If I don't give a reasonable explanation, even if I have been assisting Yingzheng since he was a teenager, he won't be able to please him.

His majesty, since Qin unified the six kingdoms, has not been as tolerant as before, and has become somewhat domineering and arbitrary.

"The storyteller's movements are too fast, he can easily break through the blockade every time, and escape, the minister is incompetent, please forgive me!"

Suddenly Meng Tian stood up and knelt down, raised his thumbs up, put his hands and fingers on top of each other, placed them in front of his chest, palms facing inwards, cupped his hands on the ground, and slowly lowered his head to the ground.

Jishou and worship.

The hall was empty and silent for a moment, and it was eerily quiet for an instant.

The servants serving around held their breath even more, not daring to take a breath.

I wish I was a transparent person.

"That's it!"

After a long time, Qin Shihuang's sigh was heard from above, and then, suddenly, his face became serious again, and with a bit of unbearable chill, he ordered:

"Meng Tian, ​​I ordered someone to lead ten thousand soldiers from the Great Qin to station at the foot of the fairy mountain. Don't let anyone enter."

"The widow wants you to keep sending people into the fairy mountain. If it fails ten times, it will be a hundred times. If a hundred times is not enough, it will be a thousand times. If 1 people are not enough, then it will be a hundred thousand. Until you enter the fairy mountain, let me see if there are any immortals in it!"

Ying Zheng's words were decisive, revealing his determination and reckless stubbornness.

"His Majesty!"

Meng Tian opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Shihuang.

"Okay! I'm tired, Meng Qing, go down!"

"promise!"

Meng Tian had no choice but to retreat sadly.

Not long after he left, Li Si suddenly appeared.

This prime minister who assisted the first emperor and played an important role in the process of Qin's unification of the world, and played a role that cannot be ignored, is now approaching middle age.

But with great power in the palm of his hand, one person is less than ten thousand people, he is full of ambition, his face is rosy, and he does not show fatigue at all.

He walked into the main hall, knelt down on both knees, and saluted respectfully, "My subject, Li Si, has seen His Majesty."

"Li Si, what's the matter?"

Ying Zheng sat on the throne with a crown covering his face, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

"Your Majesty Qizuo, the matter has been investigated clearly. The storyteller began to appear in Xianyang five years ago. There is no trace of his past history, as if he appeared out of thin air."

Li Siman was surprised, "The strangest thing is that during the five years that this storyteller appeared, except for the fifteenth of every month, when he would regularly appear in any wine shop in the city to tell stories, the rest of the time, there was no place for him to stay in the city. "

"I don't deal with people, and I often leave after talking."

"Oh?" A little curiosity appeared on Ying Zheng's face, "This storyteller is a strange person, is there a way to invite him into Xianyang Palace?"

"This……"

Li Si looked distressed, thinking that General Meng Tian had captured him for so long, but he found nothing.

He has no soldiers and no martial arts skills, what can he do.

However, Li Si naturally didn't dare to say what was in his heart. He thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea.

Chapter 2 Reflection

"Your Majesty, I suddenly thought of a suggestion!" Li Si said suddenly, cupping his hands.

"speak!"

"promise!"

Li Si raised his head and chest up, and with the permission of the first emperor, he even raised his voice suddenly, "Your Majesty, because in the past, Daqin always sent troops to arrest storytellers. It made the storyteller panic, and every time he met a soldier, he fled in panic."

Li Si secretly glanced at the first one, and continued to speak: "If your majesty can send out an imperial list, post it inside and outside Xianyang City, and tell the world that he will invite the storyteller to come to the palace to tell stories and talk about ancient times. The people sent here are very courteous, and when they meet again, they will definitely not refuse."

"Prelude!"

Ying Zheng spoke, and after Li Si left respectfully, he sat alone on the throne of power, overlooking the world.

The hall was silent for a while.

After a long time, he sighed softly, and said domineeringly and firmly: "This world belongs to the widow. Even if a fairy is born, the widow will pull you off the horse and submit to Daqin's feet for the widow to use."

When the servants and maids in the palace heard Ying Zheng's domineering declaration, even if it wasn't aimed at them, their faces were as pale as paper, panicked, and they knelt down on the ground in horror.

He buried his head deeply on the ground, trembling, not daring to move an inch.

I don't know how long it took before I secretly raised my head and saw that there was no one on the throne, so my shoulders collapsed and fell to the ground, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Revealing a trace of luck for the rest of the life.

……

Outside Xianyang City.

A young man with a bamboo bookcase on his back was walking on a path in the wilderness, and with one step, he appeared two or three miles away.

This kind of method, which is almost comparable to that of an immortal, was used by him, which caused some passers-by to be horrified, and then immediately fell to their knees.

Keep prostrating.

Orally recite the fairy.

……

The young man walked to a village.