I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

Judging from the story it tells, it seems that the fate of the country can still be seen by ordinary people in the time of Qin Wengong, but Chen Xuan seems to be an accident.

Simply now that he has learned this ability, he will use it here.

Ying Zheng was almost in Xianyang, and before that, Chen Xuan might have shown Ying Zichu alive.

But with this skill, a dead Ying Zichu might be more useful to Ying Zheng than a living one.

Ying Zichu was relieved for some reason when he heard Chen Xuan say Ying Zheng's name.

Ying Zichu just looked at Chen Xuan calmly, and then laughed: "Does Gu really want to go to the heaven and the Heavenly Emperor?"

"Of course." Chen Xuan didn't know what Ying Zichu was laughing at, but it didn't stop him from pretending to make the most of the commotion.

Now the entire Xianyang can hear his conversation with Ying Zichu, and can also see a huge dragon lying on the palace.

Meng Que outside the door was frightened and froze in place long ago, and then listened to Chen Xuan's words, it's not true to go in, and it's not true if he doesn't go in, he just stood there in a daze, and then knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

"Then why don't you have the slightest respect for Gu?"

Ying Zichu just looked at Chen Xuan like this, he knew that he alone was not qualified to be the so-called emperor of heaven, nor would he believe that he really went to the sky to be the so-called co-lord.

But no matter whether this opportunity is true or not, he can only go along.

After all, this is a good opportunity to build momentum for Yingzheng, and it is the most powerful opportunity to beat all the people with malicious intentions in the entire city of Xianyang.

Chen Xuan didn't expect Ying Zichu to ask such words, but he knew in an instant that he also wanted to create momentum for Ying Zheng.

For an emperor to ascend to heaven on a dragon, no matter when it is, it is a matter of boosting the country's prestige.

Not to mention that this emperor is very likely to belong to the Heavenly Emperor.

If this scene is seen by the nations, I am afraid that a group of people will be scared, and even some small countries will rush to pay tribute and surrender.

Since Ying Zichu's thoughts coincided with Chen Xuan's, Chen Xuan would naturally not tear down Ying Zichu's position.

However, it was impossible to bow his head so calmly. After all, Ying Zichu was just a mortal, and he, Chen Xuan, was a god, the fate of a country.

"You are still the king of Qin on the ground, not the emperor of heaven, so naturally it is impossible for me to bow my head." Chen Xuan looked at Ying Zichu, and saw that his face was as usual, "King Qin, I will ask you again, if you can become the emperor of heaven with me. "

As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, Ying Zichu felt his body light and light.

Before he could make a choice, it had already floated onto Chen Xuan's head.

Ying Zichu knew that there was no room for him to agree or not. I am afraid that the question asked was just a process.

Since he couldn't resist, he naturally accepted it honestly.

"Let's go to be the Emperor of Heaven for two days, and leave the Great Qin to the Son of Heaven and Ying Zheng!"

……

Lu Buwei sat upright in the mansion by himself.

Lu Buwei lowered his head slightly, then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip slowly, then looked at the darkness in front of him and said: "Come here?"

"Of course it is."

It seemed that it was just a gust of wind blowing down, and there was an extra figure in front of Lu Buwei. After looking carefully, he found that he was the Mohist who assassinated Ying Zichu a while ago.

"Lu Buwei, can you still count on what you promised me from the Mo family?"

The Mohist was not polite, picked up the teacup on the other side and ate it without any doubts.

"The king is still alive!"

Lu Buwei ignored it, and just said something that seemed to be far-fetched, but it made Mo Zhe's face dark for a while.

"He is already a dead man, what can you do if you care so much?"

Mo Zhe looked at Lu Buwei, his eyes narrowed naturally.

"The task you gave at the beginning was not to kill King Qin. You have to figure out exactly what the deal between me and you is!"

"I carry it very clearly." Lu Buwei climbed up his chin with his right hand again, stroking the beard that had grown up long ago, "The day the king dies is the time when the deal between you and me will be fulfilled."

"Lu Buwei, half of the people in Xianyang support you, even some people in the army, so you still dare not do anything, how can you make me believe you?!"

The ink man seemed to be mocking something, and it seemed that the cushion was not comfortable, and a gust of wind blew past him, and he disappeared.

Lu Buwei was not worried. When the Mohist came to look for him that day, he knew it was a gamble, and what he is doing now is also a gamble.

The probability of losing the two bets is very high, but the result of losing the bet is the same.

Just one death.

Although Lu Buwei cherishes his life, he cherishes his rights even more.After winning this gamble, what he gained was far more than what he lost if he failed.

A coolness spread over Lu Buwei's neck. He didn't need to lower his head to know that it was a dagger coming up, and the one holding the dagger was Mo Zhe.

"Lu Buwei, I am making a choice with you, whether to cash in or never."

Although Lu Buwei couldn't see Mo Zhe's expression, he also knew that it must be cold and stern.

"After the king is dead, it will naturally be honored."

Lu Buwei didn't panic in the slightest, he put down the teacup unhurriedly, and after freeing his hand, he slowly pulled down the dagger.

Mo Zhe didn't make any other movements, so Lu Buwei pulled the dagger away naturally.

Mo Zhe was about to say something more, but he heard a roar, and a power suddenly rose up, and he was forced to the ground by him.

Like dark clouds covering the world, the entire Xianyang became dark.

Lu Buwei swore that he saw something that he never thought of in his life.

It was a dragon, a huge dragon, and this huge dragon was lying in Xianyang Palace, lying in Ying Zichu's bedroom, asking him if he wanted to be the "Emperor of Heaven".

From the moment Ying Zichu appeared on the dragon's head, Lu Buwei knew that all his plans had no objections.

Those schemes will even become an excuse for being liquidated by Ying Zheng in the future.

He Lu Buwei, it's over, he's off, he's lost the bet.

……

Meng Ao just fell asleep when Meng Wu woke him up.

Frowning and about to scold, he heard the roar between heaven and earth.