I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

Yingzheng's approach will only give rise to two extremes.

One is that everyone truly bows to Ying Zheng's power, and no one will refute Ying Zheng's opinion when Ying Zheng's majesty is still there.

The other is that the entire Great Qin rose up, raised troops to serve the king, and promoted Cheng Yu or the descendants of the royal family next to him.

Ying Zheng believes that these people are all afraid of death, and it is impossible to choose the first type.

The current Zongzheng Yingxi didn't dare to refute Yingzheng's words. It could be said that it was a shepherd dog raised by Yingzheng, guarding the restless lambs in the clan.

"Sir, after returning to Xianyang, lead the troops to go directly to the frontier." Ying Zheng waited for a while before continuing, "I don't think there is any need to wait any longer."

"The emperor's decree, I will definitely do my best." Bai Qi waved the horsewhip again, and the dragon horse struggled, but he didn't dare to make a fuss, "However, the emperor really doesn't want to discuss it with the court again?"

"No need." Ying Zheng played with the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, which was still shining with light, "Since I have made my decision, and my husband thinks my strategy is good, then I can just do it directly, and I don't need to look at their faces .

After all, there are not many people in the court who really believe in me now. "

If Yingzheng was the grandson of Qin, many courtiers would have come to flatter him, but now that Yingzheng has become the emperor of Qin, they can only be in awe.

After all, he was still too young. Even if Ying Zheng was unparalleled in power, he still couldn't hide his age.

Empress Dowager Huayang, Empress Dowager Xia.Lu Buwei, isn't it because Ying Zheng is young and still outside Xianyang that he dared to have evil intentions?

If Ying Zheng was old enough, no one would think about it.

As far as Yingzheng's power is concerned, not to mention the Great Qin, even the current countries must be respected.

What the Anyi Huimeng played was not only Daqin's domineering, but the most important thing was Yingzheng's domineering.

"Don't worry, Son of Heaven, in a few days, all the people in the court will be in awe of the Son of Heaven." Bai Qi chuckled, "When the ministers conquer all the kingdoms, no one will dare to despise the Son of Heaven."

"Mr. is kind, but I don't need it." Ying Zheng put down the jade slip in his hand, and smiled at Bai Qi outside the curtain, "I don't need them to be in awe. If they don't listen to me, then don't."

"The son of heaven has a broad mind, and he looks like a king." Bai Qi didn't have the so-called compliments. In this era, it is impossible for a king with such power as Ying Zheng to tolerate someone in the court who does not listen to him.

Most of these kings have killed a hundred or exiled them. Like Ying Zheng, they are just flirtatious, and they really have the demeanor of a king.

"I am not a king." Ying Zheng's eyes flickered, "I am the Son of Heaven, the Emperor."

Feeling the constant changes in the power behind him, even pushing his back down, Bai Qi knew that what Ying Zheng said was not empty words.

Bai Qi knew about Ying Zheng's ambitions. He was originally Chen Xuan's creation, and he was more or less influenced by Chen Xuan.

I am afraid that most people in this era think that Ying Zheng just wants to be called "Xi Di" like his grandfather, King Qin Zhaoxiang, or something else.

It's just that the "son of heaven" has been changed, and the princes are still princes, just like the previous leader, there is no change, and there is no threat to their interests.

Although the nations were conflicted, they really couldn't resist, so what if they recognized Ying Zheng as the emperor?

How long can Ying Zheng live?How many years can Daqin be strong?

Throughout history, can the princes on this land have a strong existence for a hundred years?

"The emperor's vision is naturally the direction of the minister's efforts." Bai Qi snorted softly, and the dragon horse walked a little faster, "The minister will definitely not let the emperor down."

Ying Zheng didn't speak anymore, and his power also dropped.

Without oppression or threat, Bai Qi felt a little more relaxed.

Dancing with the long whip in his hand again, he heard a horse neighing mixed with the sound of the city gate opening.

The sound of the moving carriage splashed a burst of dust, staining the land with a layer of haze.

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"Find someone again, find someone again!" King Zhao Mourning looked like a madman, yelling at the maidservant below.

It's been a night, but up to now, the exercise has not shown a single word.

If the fog hadn't lightened a bit, King Zhao Mourning would have thought it was an illusion, that he was looking in the wrong direction.

In just a few hours, all the rare treasures and elixir of heaven and earth stored in the Handan Palace have disappeared.

No matter what it was, after passing through the hands of King Zhao Mourning, it became powder and scattered between the heaven and the earth.

The dormitory in front of him no longer looked like it used to. In the dormitory now, there are countless powders and a few...human skins.

These human skins are all people in the Zhao royal family, most of them are from remote branches, or the group of people who are not compatible with King Zhao Mourning.

Different from those things, after touching the hands of King Zhao Mourning, people just turned into human skin and rolled to the ground, all flesh and bones disappeared.

And the indifferent fog was contributed by this group of people.

King Zhao Mourning no longer thought about the consequences or the panic it would cause. What he needed now was to break up the fog and let the exercises appear again.

Just one sentence at the beginning can hold Handan and the whole country of Zhao firmly in my hands. If this technique is really shown in two more sentences, what is there to be afraid of in Qin State?

The maid answered tremblingly, her legs were a little weak when she stood up.

The scene here is not something anyone can bear, if it weren't for the stone platform that only absorbs the descendants of the royal family, these maidservants and eunuchs would not be able to live for so long.

King Zhao Mourning took a deep breath, calmed down, looked at the pickles piled up in the palace, frowned, and didn't ask anyone to clean them up.

Although he is not afraid of the current Handan rebellion, after all Zhao Qi shooter is still looking after Handan, he is just afraid of trouble.

In Handan now, King Zhao Mourning's words are God's will, no one can refute, otherwise there is only a dead end.

However, it is estimated that not many members of the clan would dare to rebel against this method of death that does not even leave a whole body behind, right?

If it is reversed, a whole body can still be left after death. If it is not reversed, I am afraid that it will only leave a skin.

"You shouldn't have done that."

An ethereal voice sounded in King Zhao Mourning Xiang's mind, which startled King Zhao Mourning Xiang a lot.

"Who!" King Zhao Mourning, who was already nervous, was frightened by this, and his internal organs were almost shattered.

King Zhao Mourning hasn't completely forgotten the Dragon Eyes from last night!

"You gave me a sacrifice, and you still don't know who I am?" The voice fluctuated from far away and nearer, and it was ethereal, which made King Zhao Mourning's nervous mind calm down again.

Weird and reasonable.

When King Zhao Mourning heard the words, he believed everything in the voice without any doubt.

He didn't mention the sacrifice to anyone, and it's impossible for anyone to know.

"Are you, ancestor?" King Zhao Mourning asked cautiously, for fear of disturbing this person's mood.