Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

Ying Shou frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning of the letter, and couldn't help asking Master Kunlun who was sitting on the roof drinking.

A figure came flickering and walked to the side of Master Kunlun. It was Jian Yun who had rarely appeared during this time.

As Master Kunlun's accompanying boy, he used to be by Master Kunlun's side almost every step of the way, but during this period, he rarely appeared by Master Kunlun's side.

"Wangyou Valley is eighty miles north of the royal city. There is a mountain with jagged rocks. There is a river at the foot of the mountain. The river flows fast. Around the mountain, there is a canyon. There is a pavilion and water pavilion in the valley."

"Beside the valley, there is a huge stone with the inscription "Wangyou Valley" written in big vermilion characters. In the Waterside Villa, the plaque inscribed on the Wuyou Villa is all written in the small seal script of the Qin Kingdom in the Central Plains!"

Holding a long sword, Jian Yun stood beside Master Kunlun, answering Ying Shou's questions on behalf of Master Kunlun.

"Oh, Wangyou Valley, Wuyou Villa, it sounds good, I'm looking for time, it seems I'm going to go for a walk!"

Ying Shou nodded and said with a smile.

He is now called Imprisonment. However, even if the royal court is guarded by tens of thousands of troops, with his back, how can ordinary soldiers actually guard it?

It can be said that here, he is freer than anyone else, and no one can find out where he wants to go.

During this period, he had already accompanied Master Kunlun in and out of the royal court several times, and traveled all over the entire Donghu royal city.

"Why, are you going to run after the beauty?"

Master Kunlun spoke, he seemed to like drinking, especially flower wine.

Of course, when there is no flower wine, he can't help but take a few sips when he comes into contact with wine.

Chapter 1029

"beauty?"

Ying Shou frowned slightly, and looked at the young and old people beside him.

"Why, you don't know?"

Master Kunlun looked at Ying Shou with a half-smile, and joked.

"Do I need to know?"

Ying Shou was speechless, it was his first time in Donghu, how could he know so much?

Besides, he is not a hungry ghost, how can he have time to pay attention to beauties all over the world?

Master Kunlun shook his head slightly, smiled and said nothing.

On the side, Jian Yun said again: "In the Valley of Wangyou, there is a stunning beauty, who is the confinement of Donghu God of War Nehaman. Many people have paid attention to this beauty, but without exception, they all died!"

These words reminded a lot, but in this reminder, Ying Shou didn't feel much malice, but felt a slow provocation.

Ying Shou was stunned, and couldn't help feeling a little strange, what does this mean?

"what……"

At this moment, in a hall not far away, an angry and heart-piercing roar sounded, Ying Shou turned his head suddenly and saw a man of eighteen or nineteen years old in the hall, dressed luxuriously, He rushed out of the hall angrily.

Ying Shou looked at the man with great interest. The man was none other than King Donghu Khan. He saw that King Donghu Khan rushed out of the hall with an angry expression on his face. look around.

It can be seen that the Donghu Khan King has some martial arts skills, but he is not very high. After waving the knife for half an hour on the spot, he fell to the ground exhausted, sweating profusely, and gasped. Panting, like a dying person, his eyes looked at the sky with despair.

There was despair in those eyes, looking at the sky, the silence was louder than the sound, it seemed to be declaring his loneliness and unwillingness to others.The sky is big and the earth is big, but he can only be trapped in this small square inch.

That feeling no longer belongs to the loneliness of the emperor.

Like King Donghu Khan, Ying Shou can be called the lord of a country, but his loneliness often comes from the fact that no one talks to him, the height is too cold, he has no friends to make, and no friends of the same level.

But this Donghu King Khan is completely different, he just dare not, it's not that he is too cold at a high place, but he is just unwilling to be trapped.

"Hey!"

Looking at this scene, Ying Shou couldn't help but sigh softly.

He has been paying attention to this King Donghu Khan for a long time, and he has heard about the deeds of King Donghu Khan long ago. Although he is a crowned king in name in Donghu, he is actually a puppet.In Donghu, no one took him seriously.

According to Ying Shou's observation, this is actually the case.The power of Donghu is in the hands of Nehman, and with Nehman going out, he has no autonomy.Not to mention anything else, the officials who stayed in the court didn't take him seriously at all.

On weekdays, if he wanted to come to court, he would come, but there was no chance for him, King Khan, to speak, let alone make a decision.

Sometimes he was too lazy to come, no matter how long he waited in this hall, no one came back.

But it doesn't matter if others don't come, it's okay if he doesn't wait in the hall early.As long as he didn't wait, and those officials just came to the court and couldn't see him, they would be accused of all kinds of accusations, accusing him of not thinking about government affairs, not being a king with him, and so on.

Ying Shou has been paying attention to him all the time. In just over half a month, he no longer knows how many times this man wiped his tears secretly.

Today, until now, no officials have come to court. It is obvious that the Khan is angry and sad, but no one can tell.

"It seems that you pay close attention to this King Khan!"

Master Kunlun's voice sounded from the side, and said with a smile.

Ying Shou turned his head to look, and said coldly, "We are also kings. Although we have no sympathy, I also feel sorry for him. If my Great Qin is such a group of rebellious ministers, I will not hesitate to wash the country with blood!"

Master Kunlun said with a smile: "Really, don't you know how you put down Qin Chen's rebellion?"

Ying Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, he could hear that the Kunlun master had something to say, obviously he wasn't asking him whether his courtiers were good or bad.

"I have confidence in them!"

Ying Shou was silent for a moment.

"That's right, the current situation is a hundred times more severe than you imagined. How can you be confident?"

Master Kunlun laughed.

"My minister is a thousand times more useful than you imagined, why don't you have confidence?"

Ying Shou asked back.

Many things have been thought about and let go.

As the saying goes, the authorities are obsessed, and the bystanders are clear. As Ying Shou retreated, he saw a bigger picture, and even because he knew more about the inside story, he could see it more clearly.

He knew that the current game of chess in the world was far more cruel than he imagined, but all the worries in the past were finally let go.

He believes that he can't misjudge people. With those few people around, it will be just around the corner to turn the clouds and rain down, and bring peace to the world.

While speaking, Ying Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, and a flash of light flashed. At this moment, it seemed that the world was in his eyes, and in those eyes, there was a big banner of heaven and earth.

"kill……"

"kill……"

Time passed, and it was another half a month, and almost a month passed. Nehman's army first killed the entire Yandi in a fan-shaped radiation, and then gathered and surrounded it.

The army of more than 50 soldiers was divided into five groups first, and then ten groups. They won consecutive battles and never encountered any resistance on this land of Yan.

Every army, almost every day, conquers [-]% of the city, devouring Yan's land like a horse racing to enclose the land.

In just one month, Yandi was completely trampled by Donghu's army.

It is different from the past, whether it is the Donghu army or the Xiongnu army, when they entered the Central Plains, they did nothing more than plunder. Therefore, wherever they passed, they burned, killed and looted.

But today's Donghu does not seem to focus on plundering. Wherever it goes, those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish.

When the army passes by, those who surrender will be innocent, and those who resist will be killed without mercy.

However, the hatred between the Central Plains people and the Hu people for generations, how can there be no resistance?How can everyone bow their heads?

After all, it was still unavoidable that the corpses littered the fields during the chaos of war. I don’t know how many hot-blooded men stood up in front of the scimitar horses of the Donghu cavalry.

On the banks of the Yishui River, the sun is rising in the east. Early in the morning, a melodious sound of the zither spread along the river, like the high mountains and flowing water, blending with the surrounding environment, making people very intoxicated.

Looking from afar, I can see the riverside, on a rock, a mat, a table case, and a banjo on the bank of the table. An old man in a white Confucian robe is kneeling on the mat, with his hands open, constantly dancing on the ground. The strings of the piano were beating, and they played refreshing notes one by one.

Behind the old man, stood two servant girls. The two servant girls listened quietly, and suddenly saw not far away, a group of more than a hundred people came slowly and set foot on the bank of the Yishui River.

Chapter 1030

"Drive by..."

"Rumble..."

The ground roared, and the sound of horseshoes sounded. As the group of hundreds of people slowly appeared, another hundreds of horsemen appeared in front of them from the other direction.

Among the hundreds of horses, heroic men in black robes came and stopped on the other side of Yishui.

"Crash..."

There was another dense sound, not far away, a dozen groups of people, each group of more than a hundred people, holding a three-foot sword, rushed forward, rushed to the hundreds of horses, all stopped, In the blink of an eye, they looked at each other.

On the hundreds of steeds, one by one the men got off their horses, bowed their hands to everyone, and gave a silent salute. Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes turned to the old man on the rock.

After a while, another dense sound sounded again, and the continuous flow of people from far away gathered in the huge valley on both sides of Yishui.

Gradually, the riverside of the valley could not even accommodate so many people, so that countless people could only stand in the woods and look at the old man who was still playing by the riverside.

Time passed bit by bit, and before I knew it, it had been two hours.

Finally, with the last clear sound, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and for a while, the whole world returned to silence.

The old man pressed his hands on the strings, raised his eyes slowly, looked around, and saw that the surrounding mountains and plains were already full of people, densely packed. At a glance, there were at least 4 to [-] thousand people.

"The wind is blowing, the water is cold, the strong men will never return once they go, all strong men, I am polite!"

The old man got up slowly, bowed his hands to everyone present, and read out the poem that Gao Jianli sang when Jing Ke assassinated Qin Qin, when Gao Jianli and Jing Ke parted.

"I have seen Master Taifu!"

Everyone hurriedly returned the salute, and for a while, countless voices came together, appearing full of momentum.

The old man is none other than Daqin's grand tutor, Shusun Tong.

At the beginning, when the emperor left Qin, the court was dark and the world was in chaos, but no one was in charge of the overall situation.

Later, although he learned that his nephew was in charge of the army, he faced great difficulties and even more tribulations.

Knowing that the catastrophe had come, he no longer persecuted him, and no longer hid himself in court, but instead left Xianyang, and summoned the heroes from all over the world to gather by the Yishui River.

Now that he has arrived in Yishui, heroes from all over the world also gather here.

While everyone was saluting, suddenly, there was a burst of laughter: "Hahaha, it's a blessing for the world to gather here in Kyushu, the world's heroes gather here. The younger generation has a hundred kinds of flowers, and I pay my respects to my lord Taifu!"

After the words fell, I saw a figure leaping and flying over from the top of the mountain not far away.

As soon as this figure appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The person who came was a young man in his 20s. The man was dressed in Chinese clothes and held a three-foot sword.That handsome face really matched his name very well.

"It's a hundred kinds of flowers!"

Someone exclaimed and stared intently at the young man.

The appearance of a hundred kinds of flowers instantly reminds people of the force that hardly ever leaves the house, Huahai.

It is said that the sea of ​​flowers was created by a named disciple of Confucius at that time. Confucius traveled all over the world and met a young man who loved flowers. The young man wanted to worship his teacher. After studying, his wife gave birth to a son in the end, and the house was full of children and grandchildren, planting a hundred acres of flowers, hiding from the troubled times.

Since then, in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period for hundreds of years, the Sea of ​​Flowers has almost never appeared.But whenever it appears, it can always bring people an amazing feeling.

The so-called three beauties in the sea of ​​flowers, amazing appearance, amazing swordsmanship, and amazing feats.

Now that the appearance of all kinds of flowers, that handsome appearance, and the heroic look on his face instantly amazed the scene.

"Hahaha, it really is a blessing in the world, even the new generation of Huahai has appeared, how can my Qiushui Villa be left behind!"

There was another loud laugh, and there were dozens of small boats going down the river, and there were three people standing on each small boat, and they all gathered together, a total of a hundred people.

These people all stayed on the Yishui River, cupped their hands and said: "I have seen Master Taifu!"

These people who come today are not headed by the various schools and factions of the various schools of thought, and no one has reported the names of the various schools of thought. Subbaijia.

Shusuntong couldn't help but think of the feat when the world was in turmoil when the various schools and factions called on their disciples to resist the Huns. Looking at today, almost all the heads of the various schools and factions are in Xianyang. Sitting in Jixia Academy.

Although these people cannot come, the disciples and forces of my family from all over the place have already gathered.This is the summoning power of Daqin today!

"Everyone is polite, this should come, should all be here?"

Shu Suntong stood up, looked at the dense crowd of people, and said in an old and peaceful voice.