When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 216 All parties are here, Xianyang Palace changes

Xianyang Palace is the main palace of the Great Qin Dynasty. It is the political center of Qin State since King Qin Huiwen, the first Qin King in the history of Qin State. It is also a symbol of the country of Daqin.

In Xianyang Palace, there are soldiers in light silver armor patrolling everywhere. They hold long iron shields, three-foot Qin swords on their waists, and strong bows and crossbows on their backs. His courtiers guarded the palace.

Wei Wei looked at these soldiers in light silver heavy armor, frowning slightly.

Nei Shisi at the side noticed the expression on Wei Weijie's face, stopped in his tracks, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Wei Wei shook his head.

"It's nothing, let's go, we have come a long time later than Master Hou."

Zuo Yijie at the side also urged: "Yeah, Master Hou seems to have been here for a long time, if you slow down, you might be punished by Master Hou."

Nei Shisi nodded. Recently, Lai Ai was in a bad mood. Ever since Ying Zheng hadn't died, and had come back with that yellow-haired kid named Zhang Ji, Lai Ai felt more and more uneasy. It's like attacking him.

But whether it is Nei Shi Si, Wei Wei Jie, Zuo Yi Jie or Chinese doctor Ling Qi, they all feel that this is impossible.

You know, the Qin Palace is now under the control of his subordinate Weiwei. Although there are a group of officials gathered around Yingzheng, most of them are young people, and they are all from rich families. What kind of combat power is probably just to win over people's hearts.

If Wei Wei wanted to make a move, he was confident that within half an hour he would bring the guards equipped with powerful crossbows to kill all the officials around Ying Zheng, let alone someone who could mobilize the garrison in Nei Shi Internal history four.

The four of them stepped up the steps together and came up to the huge black palace gate. Wei Weijie still couldn't help but look back at the soldiers in silver armor.

He always felt that the iron shields in the hands of these light-silver armored guards were a bit strange, the shields of the guards didn't seem to be like this, could it be that Zuo Yiji rationed his guards with a batch of newly cast excellent shields?

Wei Wei took a quick look at Zuo Yi, seeing that he didn't care about the shields in the hands of these guards, so he didn't say much, shook his head and entered Xianyang Palace.

Entering Xianyang Palace, the four of them noticed the displeased look on Lao Ai's face, apparently dissatisfied with their arrival so late.

Lai Ai's gloomy gaze showed his mood at the moment, the feeling of being in Xianyang Palace was too depressing, without Wei Weijie, the confidant who controlled the palace, it would be really uneasy.

The four of them knew they were wrong, and quickly walked behind Lao Ai and knelt down.

The resplendent and resplendent Xianyang Palace is indeed a bit deserted at the moment. After all, this palace was originally used for court meetings, but the officials who came tonight are only high-ranking civil and military officials in Xianyang City.

On the jet-black throne made of thousand-year-old black jade, Yingzheng is dressed in black clothes, with golden dragon patterns on the shoulders, gold rims on the sleeves, and a potter's wheel sword passed down from generation to generation by the Qin kings on his waist, showing the majesty and arrogance of a king. the wind.

The old man in court uniform knelt and sat closest to Yingzheng, but his side was different from Lu Buwei, Lao Ai and other faction leaders, there was no one beside him, only himself.

Such an old man stood out from the crowd standing there.

Moreover, he was not wearing court clothes, but a black black robe, with white beard and hair, and his tired complexion was abnormally rosy.

Although the old man had half-white beard and hair, he was still alone, but no one dared to underestimate him.

"Why did he come here?"

A group of faction leaders whispered to each other, as if they wanted to get some valuable information from others, but everyone's face was blank, and they were obviously very puzzled by the arrival of this old man, including the person on the throne. The young king.

"I'll wait, I've seen Zong Zhengling."

Whether they wanted to or not, everyone stood up and bowed their heads in unison.

This old man is the Zhengling Yingmu of the Great Qin Zong.

In the whole Great Qin, only this person has a detached status. Even the Empress Dowager Huayang has to bow her head and bow to this person as a junior.

Zongzhengling is Zongzhengling for a country, but it is an elder for the Yingqin clan.

In the case where the kings of Qin in the past dynasties were the elders of the Yingqin clan, the elders were the people who replaced the kings of Qin in controlling the clan of Yingqin, and had absolute control over the clans of Yingqin other than the kings of Qin in the past, whether it was imposing punishment or even executing them. , all have power.

But Ying Mu is still different, his seniority is the highest in the Ying Qin clan, because he is the son of the former King Huiwen and the Queen Mother Xuan, and the younger brother of the first mother Zhaoxiang.

Ying Mu seems to have inherited the longevity of his mother, the Empress Dowager Xuan. He is already [-] years old this year, but he is still healthy and agile. Apart from some changes in his physical appearance, he does not have any appearance that an old man should have.

As if he had noticed the gazes of the officials looking at him, Ying Mu's eyes that had been closed all along slowly opened.

The usually cloudy eyes cast sharp blade-like gazes when scanning the officials at this moment, making people afraid to look directly at them, as if those eyes could see through everything.

"Your Majesty, is it time to start the court meeting?"

Ling Qi, the Chinese doctor behind Lai Ai, asked, and as a Chinese doctor, it was within his duty to ask such questions.

Ying Zheng glanced at the officials below, with a calm expression, and said slowly: "No hurry, there is one more person."

Hearing these words, the officials were puzzled, and felt that there was no shortage of colleagues who were qualified to come to Xianyang Palace to participate in tonight's discussion.

But their thoughts were different, if it was Ying Zheng in normal times, it would be nothing more than that, but today, with the old sect Zhengling Ying Mu around, no one dared to question it.

Seeing that no one said anything, Ying Zheng waved his hand to signal everyone to continue waiting.

A while later, when even Ying Zheng was a little puzzled by Zhang Ji's delay in arriving, the voices of the guards and servants outside the palace gate came into the main hall.

"The Empress Dowager Phoenix is ​​here!"

Everyone was stunned, and then they saw Zhao Ji in a black and red phoenix robe entering the hall.

At this moment, Zhao Ji no longer has the enchanting and charming style of the past. Although these words are still enough to describe her slender and proud figure, no one would use such words to describe the person in front of her.

Even Ying Mu, who had always disliked Zhao Ji, could not help but secretly nodded when she saw how majestic and majestic Zhao Ji's every move was.

Zhao Jifeng's eyes were like water, but at this moment the water seemed to have turned into frost, and her eyes were full of coldness.

Zhao Ji walked slowly towards Yingzheng, and when passing by the courtiers, even Lu Buwei and Lai Ai who hated old women like Zhao Ji couldn't help but move their eyes slightly, and all the courtiers bowed down to worship.

"Minister, I have seen the Queen Mother."

But Zhao Ji didn't reply, but passed through the line of officials without looking sideways, leaving behind a refreshing scent of roses, and came to Ying Zheng's side.

Under the arrangement of the old eunuch order, a throne carved from red agate appeared behind Zhao Ji in time.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Ji who was standing beside Zhao Ji like an official next to the king of Qin with a strange expression. The look between his brows and eyes seemed to ask Zhang Ji, what kind of moth are you kidding.

Zhang Ji just shook his head lightly.

He made a good plan for tonight, but Zhao Ji changed most of it.

However, he had to sigh with emotion that although Zhao Ji lacked some style and sense of propriety on weekdays, the serious Zhao Ji was worthy of being the Queen Mother of Great Qin!
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