Daqin: The first emperor's direct son, the heavens are upgraded to gods

"Your Highness, Xixia sent envoys to ask for an audience."

"I don't know if I saw it?" Chen Song walked into the hall and asked respectfully.

"Here comes the tester." Zhao Xuan laughed lightly.

Zhao Xuan was naturally not surprised why Xi Xia sent someone to see him.

Now people in this world probably think that Da Qin came out of the miraculous pre-Qin secret realm passed down from this world.

For the resources in the secret territory, they will do anything.

But the first is to test.

After all, they don't know the depth of Daqin at all.

"Xuan."

Zhao Xuan said in a deep voice.

"The minister receives the edict."

Chen Song took the order immediately.

He turned around, opened the door of the palace, and handed the token at his waist to the imperial guards: "Your Highness has an order to send the Xixia envoys to see you."

"promise."

The imperial guards immediately turned around and went down to pick up the envoys of Xixia.

outside the city gate.

Murong Fu is currently waiting with a feeling of excitement and anticipation.

"Li Qianshun is extremely cautious. He sent me here this time to make it clear that he doesn't believe me. However, this is exactly what I want. With the name of an envoy of Xixia, even if it is the real Qin, I also have the name of an envoy of a country. , won’t attack me.”

"As long as I can meet the leader of the Qin army and find out the news of the pre-Qin secret realm, there is hope for my Dayan to recover." Murong Fu was thinking secretly at this moment, full of expectations.

And this time.

The moat bridge of the city gate was lowered slowly.

Whoa whoa whoa.

There was a burst of armor.

Hundreds of Great Qin imperial guards ran out in two columns and directly surrounded Murong Fu.

The leader held a commander's order of the imperial guards and said to Murong Fu, "His Royal Highness ordered me to announce that the envoys of Xixia will have an audience."

"As expected of the army of the pre-Qin period."

"So military."

"Stronger than any country in the world."

"And the strength of each of them is not lower than the Xiantian realm."

"Among the nations, only the true elite can reach such a level."

"The legend is indeed true. Those who win the secret realm of the pre-Qin period will win the world. With the Qin army and the endless resources in the secret realm of the pre-Qin period, it is not false to sweep the world."

Looking at the imperial guards, Murong Fu's eyes showed a kind of hotness and greed.

In his opinion.

The great Qin warriors in the city here are all his reliance on restoring the country.Compared with lurking in Xixia, there is a greater chance of restoring the country.

"Is this man sick?"

Seeing Murong Fu's greedy expression and those glowing eyes, the guard frowned, feeling a little bewildered.

"Thank you for the transmission."

"I'm Li Yanzong."

Murong Fu came back to his senses, and immediately replied with cupped fists.

However, the hundred generals of the imperial guards ignored him at all, turned around and led the way directly: "Follow me, Your Highness is in the mansion in the city.

Done.

A hundred imperial guards surrounded Murong Fu in two rows like this, and walked towards the city.

After entering the city.

Murong Fu didn't look back, but looked around.

There are thousands of black-armored soldiers on duty at the city gate, and black-armored soldiers patrolling all over the city.

Seeing this made Murong Fu's eyes even brighter.

No one knew the excitement in his heart at this moment.

For him, these are his hopes for the restoration of the country.

The hope of recovering Dayan.

Soon.

Outside the city hall.

"His Royal Highness."

"The Xixia envoys have been brought here."

The hundred generals of the imperial guards bowed and began to play loudly.

But at this moment Murong Fu also came back to his senses, the excitement in his heart was even worse.

For him.

The opportunity to truly unlock the secrets of the pre-Qin period has come.

"The leader of the Qin army is called His Highness."

"With such a name, he must be a member of the Qin imperial family."

"After so many years, even if the secret realm formed its own world, he should have nothing to do with Qin Shihuang.

"But his status is definitely not low." Murong Fu analyzed in his heart.

"Enter."

Chen Song's voice came out.

Without any hesitation, Murong Fu stepped into the main hall directly.

Followed.

The temple door is closed.

Murong Fu looked impatiently at the figure above the high position.

"He is the one called Your Highness."

"Why don't you have any cultivation?"

"His Royal Highness Qin is actually a person with no cultivation?"

"Could it be... that God really helped my Murong family?"

"If you can take him down, will you be able to take control of the Qin army? Get the pre-Qin secret realm?"

The moment he entered the hall, Murong Fu looked towards Zhao Xuan, and the divine sense he sensed also came out instantly.

The first feeling is that Zhao Xuan in front of him is just like an ordinary person, without any fluctuation of true energy. He is a grand master, even a martial arts expert can feel a little breath.

So he can be identified.

time.

An unquenchable ambition rose in him.

If he could control Zhao Xuan, the hundreds of thousands of Qin troops would be at his disposal.

As the foundation of his restoration of the country.

And he didn't see it.

Zhao Xuan was looking at him with a playful look at the moment.

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Regarding Murong Fu's psychology at the moment.

Zhao Xuan knew it by heart.

Murong Fu has been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​restoring the country since he was born, even though his country has been destroyed for hundreds of years.It has long been reduced to dust in history.

Restoring the country is just a ridiculous joke.

"no."

"If this person is really the leader of the Qin army, he definitely won't meet me without any precautions."

"Xixia is Qin's enemy after all."

"There are Qin troops inside and outside the city, and Qin also has great masters and strong men. Qiao Feng was also injured by him. Maybe he is hiding in the dark. Once I make a move, I'm afraid I will stay here."

Just when the ambition to attack could not be restrained, Murong Fu was reminded by reason.

Come back to your senses.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, bowed and clasped his fists to pay respects to Zhao Xuan: "Western Xia envoy Li Yanzong, see Your Highness Qin."

Looking at Murong Fu who withdrew his killing intent, Zhao Xuan just cast a warning glance.

"What did Xi Xia send you here for?" Zhao Xuan asked calmly.

"According to His Majesty's will, may I ask which country and side your army is from? Why did you attack us in Xixia?" Li Yanzong said.

"Where do you think my Great Qin came from?"

Zhao Xuan said with a half-smile.

"It's really Daqin."

Hearing the word Daqin, a kind of joy appeared in Murong Fu's eyes.

It is inferred from this.

The pre-Qin secret realm must have something to do with the person in front of him.

"Could it be that your army really came from the legendary pre-Qin secret realm?" Murong Fu asked calmly, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Zhao Xuan looked at Murong Fu jokingly, but didn't speak.

But Murong Fu's face changed, and he realized how outrageous what he asked.

"Your Highness complains."

"The foreign ministers came here by order." Murong Fu replied immediately, hiding his deepest thoughts.

"Go back and tell Li Qianshun."

"Xixia, lonely, determined to win."

"Back off."

Zhao Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, wait..."

He was about to be dismissed after only two words, but Murong Fu's expression changed, and he said immediately.

"You, what else is there?"

Looking at Murong Fu's appearance, Zhao Xuan felt a little funny.

"I don't know which royal family His Highness is from the pre-Qin? Pre-Qin, but there are still emperors?" Murong Fu couldn't help asking.

Regarding his grand plan to restore the country, he really couldn't bear such an opportunity.

If he misses this opportunity, he may not have another opportunity.