Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

He took a deep breath, and told himself over and over again: Just pretend that the Huns really have an army of 50, and just pretend that I am really the envoy of the mighty and invincible Huns Kingdom!

"Every word I said just now is the truth, there is no lie."

"Even if the territory of the Huns is larger than that of Qin, even if my head is cut off, it will still be the same."

Zhao Gui revealed a slight sarcasm, Feng Qingyun said calmly.

His gaze unconsciously met Shi Huangdi's.

For a moment, the strong sense of oppression and the biting chill made him shiver uncontrollably.

The so-called Kingdom of the Huns is nothing but a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.

The one in front of him is the true overlord of the generation!

The fertile land known to the world is under his rule.

The Xiongnu king ruled the roost with an army of 50, and the first emperor had a million armors!

Zhao Gui couldn't help but hang his head sadly, feeling deep despair in his heart.

Chen Qing's fictional Xiongnu King is already the most powerful leader in the grassland people's dream.

However, all of this was still not enough for the first emperor.

The saddest thing in the world is probably that you brag about your fabricated life experience, only to be dismissed by others.

"The Huns have such a hero, I really want to see it."

"Go back and tell your eldest Chanyu that in the future—"

"Either you come, or I will go."

Ying Zheng had a faint smile on his face, and his tone was unhurried.

Zhao Gui tightly clenched his fists, as if a mountain was pressing on his neck, he couldn't help lowering his head deeply.

No!

Can't play anymore!

Arrogant and domineering, outrageous and unreasonable.

How do you let me do it?

When the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty saw the envoys of the Xiongnu king being uttered by the first emperor, they dispelled their arrogance, immediately turned pale, and laughed wantonly.

Fu Su was entrusted by Chen Qing to watch Zhao Gui's every move all the time.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, he hurriedly bowed out.

"Father, since the Xiongnu established a country, Great Qin should treat it with national courtesy."

"No matter what enmity the two countries have, the friendship of the landlords must not be lost."

"Emissary Xubu is a guest from afar, we should treat the envoy... and his family members kindly."

Fusu deliberately accentuated his tone.

These words were a bit cloudy, but Zhao Gui suddenly raised his head and stared at him firmly.

Fusu has always been kind to others, not as black-hearted as Chen Qing.

Seeing Zhao Gui's majestic seven-foot man looking timid at the moment, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"The envoy of the King of the Huns."

Ying Zheng said indifferently: "Your family's Da Shanyu sent envoys to travel thousands of miles, why?"

Zhao Gui didn't dare to take it lightly, and quickly brewed a good mood.

He held up the wooden box: "Da Shanyu has a letter of state, and ordered me to present it to you in person."

Ying Zheng already knew what the credential inside was, so he waved his hand impatiently.

"The widow is tired, why don't you read it in front of all the ministers."

Zhao Gui looked resolute, and after saluting, he took out the fatal letter of credence.

After a while...

"what?!"

"It's a big joke in the world, isn't the Xiongnu afraid of subjugation and extinction?!"

"Your Majesty, General Rong please cut off this dog, so as to set the sight straight!"

"The Xiongnu bullied me that the Great Qin has no one!"

After the first request of the Hun King was read out, all the officials were in an uproar.

In the world, only the winners get what they want, and there is no reason for the losers to be complacent and talk about conditions.

"Let him read!"

"The widow wants to hear."

Yingzheng's peaceful business suppressed the commotion in the hall.

Zhao Gui was extremely nervous, staring fixedly at Guoshu, and fell into a state of ecstasy.

After reading the three conditions, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

However, at this time, he still had to put on a haughty look.

"The Great Chanyu said that the above three points should be carefully considered by the Great Qin Shihuang."

"If there is one thing that is not allowed, I will go to Xianyang with an army of 50 to ask for it in autumn next year when the horses are fat!"

Zhao Gui was already a little numb, and finished the last sentence with a high voice.

Needle drop can be heard in Qilin Hall.

All the officials had lost their previous shock and anger, and turned their attention to Shi Huang in unison.

The end is doomed.

No one can reverse it!

Ying Zheng's face sank like water, and he stood up from behind the case.

He was condescending, his voice sonorous as if revealing the sound of metal and iron clashing.

"Go back and tell the Hun King."

"Great Qin cannot be humiliated!"

"Qin Min can't be bullied!"

"Those who humiliate my Great Qin and bully my people... will be punished even if they are far away!"

Chapter 283 Xiaolu, the water here is too deep, you can't handle it

Chao Cuo, a well-known official in the Western Han Dynasty, wrote in "Yan Bing Shi Shu": Since the rise of the Han Dynasty, the barbarians have entered the frontiers in numbers, and the small ones will make small profits, and the big ones will make big profits.Hearing the power of victory, the hearts of the people are full; the soldiers of the defeated army are gone forever.

In just a short paragraph, the humiliation and suffering of the Han family have been exhausted for a hundred years.

The Xiongnu went south as if entering a land without people, burning, killing and looting, taking whatever they wanted.

Occasionally, good news came, and the people rejoiced.

But more often, the frontline suffered defeats, and the morale of the army was low.

It was almost noon.

The bright sun made people squint their eyes.

Chen Qing, Xiangli Ling, and Wang Zhiyin returned home in a carriage.

"What was Chen Lang thinking just now, with a smile on his face all the time."

Xiangli Ling looked at him tenderly.

"Look at the sunshine today, how wonderful it is."

"Does your husband look like a light?"

Chen Qing stood up excitedly: "The talents and virtues of a scholar build a country, and they are called national scholars."

"I eliminate the scourge of war invisible, and relieve the humiliation of China for a hundred years."

"Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your achievements and fame."

"This is a true national scholar!"

He pointed his thumb at himself and praised happily.

Xiangli Ling stood up in a panic: "Chen Lang, don't talk nonsense outside. If people hear you, you will have to be labeled as arrogant and self-righteous, which will damage your reputation."

Wang Zhiyin said angrily: "It's okay for you to be open-minded at home, but you just say that you are like 'light', how crazy are you?"

Chen Qing glared at her displeasedly: "A great chivalrous man is for the country and the people. How can a street slut like you understand that?"

Wang Zhiyin had already known the meaning of Street Liuzi from the other party's mouth, and she was furious when she heard the words.

"Chen Qing, we agreed not to mention this word again."

"Why did you break your promise again?"

"Believe it or not..."

She hesitated for a while and said, "I'll jump out of the car and hit anyone I see. When the time comes, I'll reveal that I'm your housemate of Chen Fuling. I'll see how you end up!"

"laugh."

Chen Qing smiled nonchalantly: "All courts accuse me of being domineering, arrogant and rude."

"Whoever you want to hit, go for it."

"No, why do you have the nerve to claim to be my roommate?"

"Zhi Yin, let's go."

"Do you need any weapons?"

"Or I'll go and help you. If you see who doesn't like it, I will hold him down and let you hit him."

Wang Zhiyin became angry from embarrassment, and looked up at him with aggrieved and dissatisfied.

"alright."

"Why are you bickering again?"

"A family should love each other and live in harmony."

Xiang Liling sighed helplessly, pushed Chen Qing on the seat, and then winked at Wang Zhiyin.

Ying Shiman is the main wife, and now she is busy managing the family business every day, poaching the wall from her natal family and accumulating property for the old Chen family.

The two of them couldn't help much, and finally got a chance to accompany Chen Qing out, but they quarreled not long after they met.

When the carriage passed by the lively neighborhood, a stench suddenly wafted from a distance.

Three or five slave laborers covered in mud stood guard at the mouth of the sewer, as if they had just crawled out of it.

Not long after, a figure covered in filth poked its head out of the pipe.

"It's clear!"

"The pipeline is unblocked!"

He was holding a big wet clump of trash in his hand and shouting excitedly.

The onlookers stood far away, and they were relieved when they saw this.

Chen Qing stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene not far away.

As early as the 14th century BC, when the Shang Dynasty moved its capital to Yincheng, Chinese ancestors had already started to design the city's drainage system.

In the Qin Dynasty, the underground pipelines became more sophisticated and perfect.

The more complex something is, the more likely it is to go wrong.

So there is this scene in front of me.

"There is still a lot to do for my husband."