First Emperor's Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

011 Hu Hai: Everything is due to Master (seeking flowers for evaluation)

At this time, Xianyang Palace, the imperial garden behind Zhangtai Palace.

Inside the garden.

There are two men playing on the stone table chessboard.

One side holds the white child, the other holds the black child.

One of them was a feminine man with slender eyebrows and a dark face, with short scarlet hair.

Pale fingers, holding a glass of blood red wine.

Take a bite.

Said to the young man in front of him.

“Hu Hai, your chess skills have improved.”

opposite him.

It is a boy with different eyes and two colors, with a baby face.

However, in his eyes, there is a sinister cunning that should not be seen at this age.

It’s like a dark and cold pool with no edge in sight.

These two people, one is the red man next to the first emperor, the commander of the CRRC government, and Zhao Gao.

One is the eighteenth son of Da Qin, His Highness Hu Hai.

“It’s all because the master has cultivated well, and Hu Hai can make rapid progress!”

“Everything is due to Master!”

The young man with different eyes, Daqin Prince, Hu Hai, said humbly.

Hearing this, Zhao Gao nodded with satisfaction.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

Hu Hai is indeed on the road.

Know gratitude.

He did not waste his time at Hu Hai’s side since he was a child, and taught him the magic of the emperor.

Now, next to His Majesty the First Emperor.

Hu Hai was already more liked by the First Emperor than the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, Fusu.

In the future, Hu Hai can ascend to the throne of God.

With his relationship with Hu Hai.

At that time, the Prime Minister of Great Qin will be his own!

Below one person, above ten thousand people.

Have endless glory and wealth!

Thinking of this, Zhao Gao’s eyes flashed with scorching ambition.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the mansion.

A servant came running quickly.

He came to Zhao Gao, knelt down, and said in a panic.

“Lord Zhao Gao, Princess Ying Lan, is back in Xianyang now.”

“What? So fast?”

Hear the news.

Zhao Gao frowned.

Hu Hai on the opposite side also had a tight expression.

Although I know that some time ago, the first emperor ordered Ying Lan to return to Beijing.

However, I didn’t expect it to be so fast.

“Master, what should we do?”

Hu Hai said in a condensed voice.

Somber complexion.

Ying Lan is the first child of his father, and he has been fond of him since he was a child.

However, Ying Lan.

This own sister Wang.

I haven’t seen myself since I was a child.

hostile to oneself.

Hu Hai often felt that Ying Lan looked at him with murderous intent.

Chilling.

The eldest princess of Daqin is now under an edict to return to Beijing.

In the future, my life may not be easy.

“Don’t panic.”

Zhao Gao sneered and said in a deep voice.

“Now, Xianyang City is not what it used to be. There are several of our cronies in the DPRK.”

“Even if it’s the eldest princess of Daqin? After all, it’s a daughter’s family, and it can’t be a climate!”

“If she dares to run wild in front of His Highness again, Master, I don’t mind abolishing her!”

Speaking of which.

Zhao Gao’s tone was cold.

I clapped my palm.

Suddenly, from the shadow of the trees in the Imperial Garden, several sword slaves walked out.

Dressed in fine iron armor.

Holding a sword that looks strange, sharp and cold.

There was an inhuman indifference and arrogance on his face.

Kneeling loyally behind Zhao Gao.

Follow orders.

“These are sword slaves trained by the net, and each of them is highly skilled in martial arts.”

“With them here, Xianyang, everything is under the master’s control!”

Zhao Gao said with a smile.

Feeling Zhao Gao’s confident gaze and the strength of the few sword slaves behind him, Hu Hai’s eyes lit up.

It seems that Master Zhao Gao has a way to deal with it!

“Since this is the case, I will trouble Master to worry about it in the future!”

Hu Hai said respectfully.

“It’s natural.”

Zhao Gao laughed.

Like Ye Xiao’s gloomy laughter, it echoed in the imperial garden.

A few black crows that disturbed the treetops fluttered their wings and left in horror.

……

……

After leaving the Xianyang Palace.

Ying Lan’s convoy returned to his mansion in Xianyang.

en route.

After passing the Xianyang market.

It’s bustling here.

The crowd was full of people.

The sound of hawking, shouting, the sound of hoofs, the sound of carrying goods.

Incessantly.

Xianyang Bazaar, in the past, was the most developed area of ​​commerce in the seven countries.

Now, the six kingdoms are destroyed.

Great Qin unified.

As Xianyang is the capital of Daqin, business is naturally more prosperous.

Inside, there are bizarre gadgets purchased from various countries.

Emerald jade, pearl agate, bronze ancient statues.

Even the voodoo poisons, worms, and human-head lanterns from the Baiyue area are also sold here.

All kinds of mysterious gadgets are dazzling.

Walk through Xianyang Market.

Ying Lan’s convoy returned to his mansion.

Ying Lan House!

The chariot was put down, and Ying Lan got down from the carriage, carrying his battle skirt.

Looking at the mansion in front of him.

There are also three big characters on the plaque: Ying Lan House!

Ying Lan put his hands on his hips and laughed.

“Five years later, I’m finally back!”

Ying Lan walked into his mansion.

After learning the news of Ying Lan’s return, the house slaves and servants inside had already cleaned the mansion up and down.

Now, the inside of the mansion is as clean as new.

With lanterns and colorful lights, a new look!

For Princess Ying Lan to adapt as soon as possible.

There has been no major change in the location of various items and rooms, and everything is business as usual.

“Welcome back, Your Highness!”

Several maids and maids came to Ying Lan and said respectfully.

“Go and do your own thing!”

Ying Lan nodded and said.

Just tell them to do things according to the old rules.

Soon, the servants returned to their respective posts.

The huge princess mansion began to return to normal operation.

Ying Lan went back to his room.

Her ass hadn’t had time to sit down yet.

Several black figures suddenly came to the door.

Guards at the door, knocking on the door.

It was Yan Yun’s Eighteen Riders.

“Enter!”

Ying Lan Road.

Yan Yun Shiba pushed the door open and came to Ying Lan.

One of the Yanyun cavalrymen stepped forward and said in a condensed voice beside Ying Lan’s ear.

“His Royal Highness, on your way back, you were followed by several unknown persons!”

“Oh?”

Ying Lan frowned. In Xianyang City, Zulong’s territory, dare someone follow him?

“Who are they?”

Ying Lan asked.

“They were clad in crimson armour and armed with chain-link weapons, swift and well-trained.”

“It seems that it came out of the palace.”

Next, I heard the detailed description of Yanyun’s Eighteen Riders.

Ying Lan looked clear.

According to their description, these followers should be Zhang Han’s shadow guards. In this way, Ying Lan is no longer confused.

Shadow secret guard, like maggots attached to bones, like a shadow, like a king in person.

The official rank is not high, but he has the power of life and death, and directly accepts the instructions of Ying Zheng.

It is Zulong’s personal soldiers.

PS: Ask for flowers for evaluation*