At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Ying Zheng was completely shocked, it was difficult for him to maintain the demeanor just now.

It wasn't him, but the secret in his heart was being told, so he couldn't keep his composure.

He had already thought about the imperial edict, but even Zhao Gao and Li Si, who were close to him, had never revealed a word of it.

Either what this person said was true, or he was a person with unique skills.

"Heh, Er Yan said that the imperial edict was passed on to Fusu. Why did Hu Hai succeed to the throne and the second generation died? Could it be speculation?"

Speaking of this, Ying Zheng's eyes showed a hint of sternness, and he made up his mind that if Ning An couldn't tell why.

He is determined to kill this person here, no matter what ability he has, how he got in, how he found out, it doesn't matter.

Even if he can't live forever, before he dies, Fusu's succession to the throne must not be leaked!

As if sensing Ying Zheng's murderous intent, Ning An sighed quietly.

"Zhao Gao falsely preached the decree, ordered the son Fusu to commit suicide, Fusu committed suicide, forged the imperial edict, and Hu Hai succeeded to the throne."

"Bastard! What nonsense!"

"Damn sorcerer, you are bewitching people with your demonic words, I will kill you today!!!"

Ying Zheng was furious, his scarlet eyes were like a mad dragon.These words really hit his heart, he drew his sword regardless of other things.

In the camp, it was unknown whether there was a gap or Yingzheng walked like the wind, gusts of wind blew up, and the bronze vessels in the house were blown upside down and scattered all over the ground.

The killing intent of Tongtian spread out, and the light was a bit dim. There seemed to be black ice condensation in the camp, and rain and dew were dripping.

Outside the tent, the guarding Qin Jun suddenly knelt down.

As if his knee had been broken, he knelt down on the ground without warning.

Uniform, their faces were pale, and they looked at the tent in horror.

I don't understand why His Majesty is angry.

The banging sound of the iron armor rubbing against the ground shocked the distance, and countless Qin soldiers looked at it, but they never saw the signal.

No assassination, no AWOL.

rub rub.

A beardless man in a long cyan uniform came walking quickly, with an anxious expression on his face. He felt the strong killing intent just after he took fifty steps.

In an instant, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he became panicked.

This person is the ruler of the Qin Dynasty in the future, Zhao Gao!

Zhao Gao wanted to go in several times, but remembering Ying Zheng's words, don't disturb, otherwise he will be killed, he panicked, hesitantly stood at the door, like a homeless puppy.

Even though he has divine grace, it doesn't mean he can challenge His Majesty's bottom line.

In the end, the fear of death made him dare not take half a step, so he could only wait outside the tent, waiting anxiously.

inside the tent.

Facing the thunderous Ying Zheng, Ning An just waved his sleeves lightly and appeared behind Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng was stunned, then turned around abruptly, and slashed away.

Ning An lowered his head and sighed, letting the other party come.

The bronze long sword was like a ghost, extremely swift and fierce, it came to the top of Ning An's head in the blink of an eye, and fell with endless momentum...

boom!
The bronze long sword fell heavily on the ground with the domineering aura of an emperor, cutting a hole in the ground, and instantly, dust flew up.

The rippling dust spread layer by layer, permeating the entire tent, as if fleeing.

Ying Zheng, staring at Ning An who was unscathed, was stunned.

He was sure that his long sword landed on top of Ning An's head, but it just passed straight through.

No blood spatter, no horror.

Yes, but his powerless anger once again fell on the cotton.

The other party's body is like a phantom, and it can't hurt it in the slightest.

"Hahahahaha..."

Suddenly, Ying Zheng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his hair was flying around, his clothes were disheveled, and he didn't have any trace of imperial arrogance.

Seeing this scene, countless people feel inexplicably distressed.

Television Headquarters.

Everyone's face was solemn, originally, when they saw the content.

Everyone was screaming and happy, especially when the actors were so realistic and the effect was so good, they felt that they had made the right bet.

This issue is by no means inferior to the previous one, or even worse.

Such a magnificent and mighty scene is far more exciting than the last discussion under the tree. They can already imagine that after this time, the classic Huaxia will probably rise to a new level and break through the limit again.

However, the following conversation made them nervous.

They saw what Ning An meant and wanted to clear Ying Zheng's name.

Whether it's the calmness at the back or the contempt for Warlock, it shows that he is not the tyrant that everyone said.

But, in this way, I am afraid that many people will be offended.

They were all worried about Ning An. Most of those people were history bloggers with many fans. They were crazy.

Just like a mad dog, anyone who catches and bites whoever disagrees with them is an idiot, cerebral palsy, unworthy of living in this world, let alone studying history.

Everyone looked at the leader, who was silent for a long time before speaking.

"I'm thinking, can someone in Huaxia make the scenes he did? Can anyone perform this feeling with the actors he hired? Can the effect of the overall program be the same?"

"I think we should take good care of such a program no matter what. Even though, there are some personal colors in it. History is inherently confusing, isn't it? We are constantly exploring and correcting, so that we can uncover the mystery little by little. .”

"So, Ning An, our TV station is protecting you."

"It just so happens that our TV station's new media account hasn't had someone to do it for a long time. If there is really someone who doesn't have a good eye, then let him come. My TV station has taken over."

Then the leader looked at the screen and said something softly.

"Ning An, just go ahead, no matter what, we will support you behind!"

"Boss is awesome!"

"Long live the boss!"

The rest of the people cheered, laughed heartily, and looked at Ning An on the screen, full of anticipation.

on the screen.

Ning An took a step forward, bowed his hands together, and faced Ying Zheng.

"Why is Your Majesty laughing?"

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Ning An, his face lost most of its color, as if a dying patient was about to reach the end of his life.

There was a trace of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, but this time it was not for Ning An, but for himself.

With tears in his eyes, Ying Zheng came to the counter weakly, stretched out his hand weakly, discarded the bronze long sword casually, and leaned on it decadently.

Over the years, the elixir he swallowed had already seriously corroded and polluted his heart and internal organs, even a god could not save him.

If it wasn't for his strong physique, he might have gone west long ago.

Yingzheng's robes were wrinkled and wiped the ground in a mess. The emperor who valued etiquette so much lost all his ambition at this moment, and also... lost the pride of the past.

At this moment, he is no longer Qin Shihuang, but Ying Zheng.

Just when Ning An was about to take a step forward, Ying Zheng closed his eyes, two lines of tears streaming down his withered, old face.

Along with the tears shed, there were also Yingzheng's lofty sentiments and lifelong dreams.

"My... Great Qin... is dead..."