Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

That being the case, let’s let go of today’s matter, and hope that Tingwei will not hesitate to learn in the future, and fill in the firewood for my Daqin legal system! "

After finishing speaking, ignoring the thankful Han Fei and the gloomy Mrs. Xiuli, they turned to look at the ministers and asked loudly:

"Gu has been at the border for a long time, specializing in the war of the six countries. Ten days ago, the six countries in Shandong sent envoys to ask for surrender, but Gu did not dare to take charge, so he hurried back to Xianyang.

It was only when I came here that I learned that my father passed away. I don't know if my father has a will? "

"There is an edict, my king has an edict!"

A shout came from outside the door, and Ying Zheng looked back in response, the sternness in his eyes flashed away, and he looked at the person indifferently, without saying a word.

The visitor was panting, and he didn't care about sweating profusely. He walked up to Ying Zheng in three steps at a time, saluted respectfully, and said in a trembling voice:

"Old minister, Lu Buwei has seen the prince!"

Chapter 229 Congratulations to Daqin for ten thousand years!

"Old minister Lu Buwei, I have seen the prince!"

In the mourning hall, the dusty Lu Buwei bowed down in front of Ying Zheng tremblingly, even his voice was tinged with tremors.

When Ying Zheng saw the person coming, his eyes flashed sharply, and he stared at him indifferently, without saying a word for a long time.

For a moment, everyone in the mourning hall didn't even dare to take a breath, and buried their heads low.

Lu Buwei bowed and bowed there, wisps of sweat slowly flowing down the gray and white bun, and his forehead was wet with sweat.

"Zhenger!"

In the mourning hall, Zhao Ji couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere, coupled with her old love with her old lover, she couldn't help but took two steps forward, and gently tugged at Ying Zheng's sleeve.

Although Zhao Ji considers herself Ying Zheng's biological mother, she is quite self-aware.

She knew that this son had no kinship with her at all, and all the tender feelings her son made were for everyone to see.

In contrast, Lu Buwei's relationship with himself is much closer than his relationship with his son.

If you rely on your son, although you will have the honor of being the Queen Mother in the future, you will depend on your son's face in everything. You have no feelings in the first place. Who knows how your son will treat you in the future?

If relying on Lu Buwei, firstly, Lu Buwei, as the Minister of Gu Ming, has great power, and secondly, they are old lovers, and entertaining people with sex is her specialty.

Under the balance, Zhao Ji would naturally lean towards Lu Buwei, which is understandable due to human nature.

"Oh! Concubine Mother!"

Seeing Zhao Ji's actions, Ying Zheng had a warm smile on his face, but hidden under the smile was his great disappointment with Zhao Ji.

He lost his father since he was a child, and his mother raised him. The role of mother really has an unusual meaning for him.

His biological mother, Zhao Ni, has always adhered to the way of chastity, even if life is difficult, she has always protected him and raised him to grow up healthily.

For his future, he even made the sacrifice of leaving his hometown and hiding his name!

It is precisely because of this strength that Ying Zheng has the courage to go to this unknown stage today.

His teacher's mother, sister Shanshi, is not only harmonious with the master and his wife, but also loves him the most as a disciple.

The three mistresses had no children, but they truly loved him as their own son. Not only did they take care of him in every possible way, but they also took on the responsibility of teaching him martial arts.

His whole body of martial arts was successfully practiced under the guidance of Mrs. Shanrou.

The influence of the two women on him is not small, which makes him full of expectations for the nominal biological mother.

But the reality dealt him a heavy blow. First, it was the rumor that Ying Zheng was not Zhao Ji's own birth, and then it was Lu Buwei's personal relationship with Zhao Ji.

Everything severely shattered his longing and fantasies for Zhao Ji.

If it's just that, then it's okay, the big deal is that it won't be able to help yourself, and it's good not to make trouble for yourself.

But what Zhao Ji did hit him straight in the face.

As soon as he dismissed Mrs. Xiuli as a slander, Zhao Ji stepped forward to intercede for Lu Buwei. This behavior was tantamount to stabbing him severely in the back.

Although Ying Zheng was smiling at this time, in his heart he wished to send this couple to the dog fight together.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ji quietly, and with a smile on his face, looked at the mother, and comforted him in a broad voice:

"Mother and concubine wait a moment, everything here will be handled by my son!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Ji with a smile, waiting for her reply.

Looking at her son's bottomless eyes, Zhao Ji stumbled on what she wanted to say and couldn't say it.

He smiled awkwardly, bowed his head back to the side, not daring to intervene.

Seeing that Zhao Ji had been settled, Ying Zheng breathed out lightly, looked back at Lu Buwei who was still prostrating there, and asked with a smile:

"Xinhou?"

When Lu Buwei heard the question, his body tensed up, and he quickly said:

"The old minister is here!"

"The courtiers are all guarding the spirit of the father in the mourning hall, but the old Xiangbang is not seen, but they don't know what the old Xiangbang is doing?"

With a dangerous smile on Ying Zheng's face, he fixed his eyes on Lu Buwei, waiting for his explanation.

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Lu Buwei took out a roll of silk from his bosom without even thinking about it, and without getting up, he handed it to Ying Zheng with both hands, and said respectfully:

"Prince Rong, the old minister heard that the prince returned to the palace, so he specially went to invite my king's edict, so he didn't stay here to guard the spirit of my king. I also ask the prince to forgive me!"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng frowned, and took a deep look at Lu Buwei, without further arguing with him, took two steps back, tidied up his clothes, prostrated himself on the ground with a solemn expression, and said respectfully:

"My son, the surname is Zhao, Zizheng, respectfully accept the imperial edict!"

Seeing this, Lu Buwei did not dare to neglect at all, and presented the edict to the three elders of the clan for inspection.

The three elders looked at each other, stepped forward to accept the edict, inspected it, nodded, held up the edict, and declared loudly:

"My royal decree:

The widow's illness is getting worse, and the disease is getting worse day by day. Now that she is dying, for Qin Qianqiu's plan, pass on the throne to the new king:

The 26th generation descendants of Duke Xiang, the ancestor of Great Qin Dynasty, the great-great-grandson of King Hui, the great-grandson of King Zhaoxiang, the grandson of King Xiao, the eldest son of the widow, the surname is Zhao, and the government!

A son governs his talents, broad knowledge and wisdom, a son governs his virtue, he is as good as cattle and horses, gold and iron cannot take away his aspirations, power and color cannot touch his heart, he is king and has the way, and the world will prosper day by day.

The achievements of the first emperor, Zizheng is the Xiao, Qin Wei is strong, Qin De is shining!