Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

For the founder of the country, Feng Chan is not a bad thing, but at this time, the timing of Feng Chan is indeed a bit inappropriate.

The world is set for the first time, and the ghosts and snakes are still in order to complete the liquidation. The king of Qin couldn't wait to hold the ceremony of enshrining Zen without even holding the crowning ceremony, which really gave people a sense of urgency.

Some people said that he was demonstrating to the remnants of the six kingdoms, some said that he was very happy, and some said that he was seriously ill and dying soon!

Anyway, there is nothing nice to hear in the rumors!

King Qin also heard these rumors, but he didn't take them seriously.

A group of rats in the gutter, he had no choice but to curse in secret, he didn't even have the courage to stand up to him, what's the point?

The matter of enshrining Zen is just an excuse to go out of the palace. Thinking about him as the three emperors of great merit, the king of Qin who is the king of the five emperors, and rules Wanlun, why does he need the approval of the emperor of heaven?

If the courtiers didn't want him to go to the land of Qilu at this time, why did he bother to use this inconspicuous excuse to cover up?

well!The Emperor's Honor also has helplessness!

Looking at the scenery outside the carriage, Ying Zheng's eyebrows and eyes were slightly relaxed. It is really not an easy task to rule a country.

"Lang Jun..."

In the carriage, besides Ying Zheng, there was also a tall and slender woman with a beautiful face.

This person is wearing a swallowtail-shaped bun, wearing a step shaker on his head, and wearing a plain white gown, shining brightly under the dappled sunlight.

Dressed in wide sleeves, spread on both sides of the couch, it sets off the beauty's unique and graceful appearance.

The outline of this woman's face is slightly tough, revealing a three-dimensional beauty, her eyes are clear and clear, shining with a little bit of wisdom, she is by no means a talentless person.

The cheekbones are slightly high, but they set off her straight and powerful nose, giving people a unique and shocking beauty. It is not difficult to see that she is an independent and strong-willed woman.

The eyebrows are slender and charming, slanting towards the temples, and the eyes are dark and sparkling against the backdrop of her hair.

With a straight bust, a slim waist, and slender legs, even sitting cross-legged in a carriage, it still gives people the feeling of stroking willows in the wind. The so-called stately posture is nothing more than that.

Hearing the call of the beautiful woman beside him, Ying Zheng finally showed a warm smile on his face, turned his head to look over, and asked with a smile:

"What's the matter, ma'am, that caused this?"

A rare look of panic appeared on the beauty's face, which made Ying Zheng's heart fresh.

"Lang Jun, as a widow, do you think Master will..."

Hearing Madam's words, Ying Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, his face remained unchanged, he chuckled lightly, and explained gently:

"Haha, madam, don't worry, master... is the most unruly person, no matter what is high or low, he never pays attention to it, and will never despise madam!"

Having said that, Ying Zheng smiled lightly, and said reminiscently:

"Master, he won't look down on anyone, because..."

As he spoke, he looked at the somewhat uneasy beauty, smiled lightly and said:

"His arrogance stems from the bottom of his bones, so that he can treat everyone equally, no matter whether he is high or low, even if he is the king of Qin, there is no difference!"

At the end of Ying Zheng's speech, there was a hint of solemnity in his voice unconsciously.

The more I grow up, the more I understand the secrets of the world, and the more I can understand the horror of Master.

Now, he can also understand the attitude of the two generations of King Qin towards Master. The awe is mixed with guard and hostility. The existence of Mr. Guanlan is itself the biggest challenge to the kingship.

King Zhaoxiang chose to trust in desperation, and King Zhuangxiang chose to compromise in desperation. He is the third King of Qin, and he doesn't know what choice he will make.

But he knew that even if it was death, he would not compromise.

He is confident that in this world, no one can be in charge except him, not even his master!

"Lang Jun, if we go alone like this, will it be a little unethical?"

"Etiquette?"

Hearing what his wife said, Ying Zheng couldn't help laughing up to the sky. His wife is indeed knowledgeable and extraordinary, but talent is not broad-minded after all, and her vision is not broad enough.

"What is etiquette? Those rotten Confucians in the land of Qi and Lu have rituals and music in every word, but they don't even know the etiquette of a sacrificial ceremony. Do you want me to respect their etiquette?"

When the lady heard this, she was speechless.

More than a month ago, since the king of Qin announced that he would enshrine Mount Tai, the Confucian scholars in Qilu and Shandong were all excited, and they submitted their petitions one after another, asking to be a doctor, intending to preside over the enshrinement ceremony.

Ying Zheng didn't care about this, so he asked them to negotiate a Fengchan etiquette, planning to wait until before the ceremony, pick a highly respected person, and deal with it.

But what he didn't expect was that more than 20 Confucian scholars discussed more than [-] kinds of etiquette, each of which was different and even conflicted with each other.

This is all right, before Yingzheng can comment, this group of Confucian scholars who want to be doctors started fighting.

Some said to wrap the wheel with rush grass to avoid hurting the vegetation, some said to sweep the ground and sacrifice it, and use its simplicity, and some said to sweep the world and wrap it in the universe.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng was dumbfounded, and then he suddenly realized that the so-called etiquette is just made up by people, and since others can make it up, so can he.

Therefore, he discarded the etiquette shown by the Confucian scholars, and compiled a copy by himself, which saved time and effort, and took a formality.

He also mentioned this matter to his wife, and when he mentioned it now, the two immediately laughed.

But laughing is laughing, worrying is still worrying.

"Mr. Lang, what the concubines mean is, do you want to prepare some generous gifts, lest the master think that the concubines don't know the etiquette!"

Ying Zheng smiled sassyly when he heard this, and said in relief:

"Haha, madam, don't worry about this, I've already prepared for it!"

When Madam heard this, she glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't start arguing.

In terms of understanding of Master, no one can match Mr. Lang. Since Mr. Lang said that he was prepared, it is not aimless, it is good that Mr. Lang knows it in his heart.

The carriage moved forward in a hurry, passed through the old land of Qi State, and drove towards the coast of the East China Sea.

In the seaside valley, Wang Xuebin had already prepared food and wine in the gazebo, leaning on the recliner, swaying, looking at Zhao Ni who was pacing in front of him, with a calm expression.

"Lang Jun, when will the sisters and Zheng'er arrive?"

Shan Lan looked at the timid Zhao Ni, and couldn't help leaning over to Lang Jun's side, getting tired of her body, and whispering quietly.

Wang Xuebin felt his ears itching, so he couldn't help shaking his head. As soon as he shook his head, the rocking chair moved accordingly, shaking and shaking, very comfortable.

"Hehe, the people from the Federation have followed the eldest sister's whereabouts. Zheng'er is walking along the logo of the Federation and has arrived!"

"Lang Jun, sister Ni is still here..."