Daqin: The Imperial Human Slaughter, the beginning of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu

"Young Master Ninth really deserves to be His Majesty's son, hahaha..." He smiled with satisfaction, as if thinking of something, turned around and sat down again, picked up a brush and began to write.

But this time it is not coarse cloth, but fine silk cloth.

After a while, he smiled with satisfaction, and shouted outside the tent: "Come here..."

"General..." A scout stepped forward.

Meng Tian carefully tied up the silk cloth, handed it to the visitor, and said: "Immediately pass this letter to His Majesty the Emperor... there must be no mistake..."

The scout took the letter, turned around and walked out of the tent.

There is a flag on the horse's back, and the huge "Mongolian" character means that he is a member of the Meng family army, holding a token, and no one dares to stop him when he passes the checkpoint.

………………

Xianyang, Zhangtai Palace.

The blue tiles and vermilion eaves are shrouded in the scorching sun, and under the refraction, they look dazzling. The pillars are as thick as trees, with carved beams and painted buildings, and the scenery of the six kingdoms is embroidered on the palace gate.

Hundreds of Daqin soldiers in armor stood at the entrance of the hall, with masks on their faces, they could not see their real faces clearly, long swords hung on their waists, their eyes were cold, and they exuded a murderous aura.

"Report..."

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

The eyes of hundreds of Daqin soldiers froze, their right hands rested on their long swords, and they stared ahead.

The man in the military uniform of the Meng family strode forward, half-kneeling a few meters away from the palace gate, holding up the token with both hands: "General Meng has urgent military information to convey to His Majesty..."

A soldier stepped forward, took the token and glanced at it, turned around and walked towards the palace gate without saying anything.

After a while.

The palace door was pushed open, and a man dressed as an eunuch walked out, with thin cheeks and cold eyes, and said faintly: "Xuan..."

"Thank you, Your Majesty..." The man got up, lowered his head and walked towards the palace gate.

Stepping through the palace gate, a burst of icy breath came, the man shivered, gritted his teeth, and continued to move forward.

"Wait here..." came a thin voice.

This is from the eunuch just now.

The man nodded quickly and stood still, not daring to move.

After a few breaths, a deep voice came from above: "Why did Meng Tian ask you to come?"

The man raised his head subconsciously, and there was a majestic figure sitting on the throne, wearing a twelve-pronged crown and a black dragon robe. Due to the distance, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his cheeks were clearly defined, especially his eyes, which seemed to be It looks like it's glowing, looking straight down.

This is Ying Zheng.

The first political figure to complete the unification of China, and also the first monarch of China to call himself emperor, he annexed six countries, completed the feat of walking in the same way, sharing the same track, and building the Great Wall.

"Your Majesty..." Even though the men of the Meng Family Army had met the Great Qin Emperor before, they still couldn't bear the coercion. Subconsciously, their legs became weak, and they knelt down directly. Tremblingly, they took out a silk cloth from their arms and held it high above their heads. : "Your Majesty, this is the military situation that General Meng wants to present to His Majesty..."

Zhao Gao slowly came down from the high platform, took the silk cloth, turned around and returned, opened the silk cloth and handed it over with a bow: "Your Majesty..."

Looking into the eyes, Ying Zheng was stunned.

There are no other important things on it, it's all about Lao Jiu.

The Xiongnu led [-] troops to attack Quyan County in Beidi County...

Repelled by the Ninth Young Master...

The Xiongnu led troops to attack Shangjun Fushi and plundered the people of Daqin...

The nine princes led troops and horses to raid late at night, rescued the people of Daqin, and beheaded 1 Huns...

This……

Lao Jiu is so powerful?
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, feeling that this matter was not easy.

Sitting on the throne since childhood, he has a wolf-like sense of smell.

First of all, Meng Tian would not lie, let alone for Lao Jiu.

Then why did this old nine lead his troops to repel the Huns?Also beheaded 1 Huns in the middle of the night?
When he was demoted at the beginning, he didn't see that he had the ability in this area.

Does this kid have gods and men to help him?

Chief Ying Zheng breathed out, and squeezed the hilt of the sword on the throne.

Anyway, this is a good thing.

Moreover, Meng Tian's letters are all praises of Laojiu.

That shows that Lao Jiu really has merit.

If so...

To wipe out the Xiongnu, Lao Jiu may really need Lao Jiu's assistance.

Ying Zheng glanced at the kneeling man below, and said without any emotion: "Go back and tell Meng Tian and Lao Jiu that the battle was done well. After the Huns are wiped out, let Lao Jiu and Meng Tian come back together."

Zhao Gao's figure swayed imperceptibly, and the corners of his eyes were still stern.

At that time, it was he and Hu Hai who planned to make Yingchen leave Xianyang. He was originally trying to solve Fusu, so Hu Hai could justifiably become the prince, and he could also become a figure above ten thousand people.

Now Yingzheng is going to let Yingchen come back?

Wasn't all the previous plans in vain?
No.

Absolutely not.

Zhao Gao clenched his fists, absolutely not allowing this bastard to come back, how could all his previous efforts go to waste after finally rushing to the border?
There was a chill in the huge palace, the soldiers shivered, turned around and walked outside the palace gate.

"Zhao Gao, pass Fusu to come..." Ying Zheng said lightly.

Zhao Gao put away his stern expression, gave a flattering smile, and left in response.

A moment later, a handsome young man in a long robe walked into the hall, with fair skin, a bold nose, and a literati demeanor all over his body.

"My son pays homage to Father Emperor..."

Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes and glanced at them: "What have you been doing lately?"

"My son has been studying in the palace." Fusu said respectfully.

Ying Zheng sighed softly. For this son, he really hated iron and steel. He was obviously the eldest son, and he didn't want to study governing the country and the way of emperors, but he preferred Confucianism. He didn't know that Confucianism was what he hated the most.

On the other hand, Yingchen, although sent to the border, has never complained. He also attacked the Huns in the north, guarded the land of Daqin, and helped the people of Daqin.

In this comparison, there is a difference between the two.

But the eldest son is always the eldest son, and he never gave up Fusu.

Just this time...

If Fusu is too deeply influenced by Confucian culture, it needs to be changed.

Yingzheng thought of something, and glanced down: "Fusu, the border war is tense recently, you go to Meng Tian's army to be a supervisor, and take care of the construction of the Great Wall by the way..."

to the border?
Fusu froze for a moment.

He also didn't expect that his father would let him go to the border. After all, it was a place where wars were fought, and it was really not suitable for him to be a scholar.

But the emperor's order cannot be disobeyed.

"No, father..." Fusu cupped his hands.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly: "You can set off tomorrow. If you have time, go and see your ninth brother. Go."

Go see the ninth brother?
Fusu now knows why his father asked him to supervise the army.

It should be related to Lao Jiu.

Without thinking too much, he bowed and left.

The hall returned to calm, and only Ying Zheng sat on the dragon chair. He scanned everything in the hall, as if he was watching the recovered six kingdoms.