"Sir, Lingyan Pavilion has arrived."

Although Ying Zichu said that there was no need for Zhao Zheng to participate in this matter, since Zhao Zheng already knew about it, how could he give up?

After seeing the news about the nobles recruiting private soldiers, he decided to do something, so he came to Lingyan Pavilion.

This time the Weiwei army did not follow. After entering Lingyan Pavilion, Zhao Zheng did not see Ying Fu in the front yard.

After arriving at the backyard,

I was surprised to find that Ying Fu was fishing in the pavilion in the lake, looking very comfortable and comfortable.

When he came to Ying Fu, Zhao Zheng did not speak in a hurry. Instead, he sat on the railing, leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, and quietly watched Ying Fu fishing.

a long while,

Ying Fu flicked his wrist, and a golden carp was hoisted up directly, and a long-lost smile appeared on Ying Fu's face.

"In ancient times, Jiang Taigong fished, and anyone who wished would take the bait; now I fish for carp in Yingfu Pond, and if I wish, there would be fish."

Ying Fu took off the fishhook from the fish's belly, threw the golden carp back into the lake, and then threw the bare fishhook back into the lake.

Zhao Zheng looked at Ying Fu who was smiling forcefully and said casually: "This Lingyan Pavilion has a yin and yang spell formation. The four seasons are like spring. You can't feel the changes of the seasons. Fishing is not fun, isn't it?"

"really."

Ying Fu nodded heavily: "When I was young, my favorite was to go fishing by the river. In winter, I would break open the ice to catch fish. The fish in the river are wild and the meat is delicious. Unlike the fish here, they are not wild at all.

, a lot less fun.”

"With less wildness, it is easier to control."

Ying Fu frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"Jingyang Lord has privately recruited more than 2,000 private soldiers. Now your master leads 1,500 people and is heading towards Xianyang."

Click!

The fishing rod in Ying Fu's hand exploded into powder in an instant. His face was livid, and he looked at Zhao Zheng doubtfully: "It's impossible..."

"Someone wanted to establish a prince and summoned all the nobles."

Seeing Zhao Zheng's indifferent look, Ying Fu quickly suppressed his uneasiness, and then said vigilantly: "Why did Young Master Zheng inform me?"

Zhao Zheng looked at the fish below and said casually: "Because I feel that Mr. Jingyang knows the current affairs, knows how to advance and retreat, understands the general trend, and his thinking is not so old-fashioned and stubborn."

Ying Fu was silent for a while and then asked: "Can my private soldiers be saved?"

"late."

"I understand."

As Ying Fu spoke, he took off his jade pendant and handed it to Zhao Zheng himself and said, "Can you please tell Mr. Zheng that the winter this year will be very cold? Stay at home so you won't freeze to death."

"good."

Looking at Zhao Zheng's leaving figure, Ying Fu was silent for a long time and said: "Gong Zheng, I have a big appetite, and a pot of bitter wine is not enough."

Half an hour later,

A jar of bitter wine was sent to Lingyan Pavilion by the Weiwei Army. When Ying Fu, who was slightly tipsy, woke up, he found that the golden carp in the artificial lake had been replaced by wild fish.

And they are not fish from Qin, but fish from Chu. With the existence of the Yin-Yang Curse Formation, it is not difficult for the fish from Chu to survive here.

After Yingfu was silent for a while, he suddenly let out a burst of bitter, self-deprecating laughter——

"I didn't expect that the person who understands me best is this weakling young man, hahaha... Chang Sheng's death is not unjust, not unjust."

…

that day,

Hongliangyuan left Xianyang with Yingfu's jade pendant and headed straight for the direction of Yingfu's eldest son.

Also on the same day,

The private soldiers brought by the nobles who came to Xianyang suffered a large number of deaths.

Some encountered robbers, some were poisoned, some disappeared while sleeping, and some were cut while peeing...

What frightened all the nobles even more was that the heads of these dead people had been cut off. Early the next morning, these heads would appear near the camp.

What's more,

Appearing on the bedside of those noble lords.

As for the worshipers who came with them, some said goodbye on the spot, while others left quietly, making the nobles feel unprecedentedly nervous.

And two days later,

Yingfu's eldest son, who also suffered heavy losses, suddenly returned to his own territory. His retreat undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to these nobles.

Even the people sent by the Queen Mother Huayang did not see the other party's face.

see the situation,

Many nobles had the intention of quitting, but unfortunately they were threatened by the Queen Mother Huayang, Wei Ran and Ying Kui's eldest son, so they had to put on a straight face and continue to Xianyang.

Fortunately, the ubiquitous assassination only lasted three days and ended, but the haze lingering in everyone's minds never diminished.

And during this period,

Except for visiting the palace every now and then to pay his respects, Zhao Zheng's life returned to normal again, with his daily schedule following day after day.

I got up at 15:00 and went to the study to read Guiguzi's letters for half an hour;

After breakfast, Chenshi started practicing sword practice.

At half past noon, she put away her sword and ate,

Soon I started practicing Yin Yang spells,

Start dining at You hour,

At three o'clock in the morning, I went to the study to read and met Lu Buwei and others.

Falling asleep at Haishi...

These days,

Zhao Zheng also learned about the experiences of those nobles from Lu Buwei's mouth, and couldn't help but feel deeply curious and fearful about the organization "Black Ice Platform".

If Ying Zichu had not taken him to the secret room and had not seen that person, he might have thought that it was the work of those in the palace.

But now,

However, Ying Zichu used practical actions to show him the terrifying power of the fierce weapon 'Black Ice Platform'.

"Sir, all the nobles are now panic-stricken. Many nobles have even sent their private soldiers back. If nothing else happens, it will be good to have ten thousand people come this time."

"Ten thousand people... Prime Minister Lu, don't you think there are too many nobles in our Great Qin?"

Zhao Zheng came to the study window, looked at the sky without stars and moon, felt the cold wind blowing in the air, and couldn't help but look to the north——

"The Qin soldiers on the border threw their heads, spilled their blood, and laid down every inch of land with their lives. In the end, these so-called nobles were allowed to stand on these blood-stained lands and become the superiors."

Said,

Zhao Zheng looked at Lu Buwei beside him: "But those who sacrificed their lives and blood for our Great Qin, or their descendants, will still be bullied by the nobles."

"Prime Minister Lu, do you think that if there is no war in Kyushu in the future, they will be willing to bury their bones in the loess?"

at this time,

Lu Buwei no longer dared to speak, but as a century-old legend, standing in front of this window, he felt an unprecedented coldness.

"It's snowing. As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year. This snowfall comes at the right time. I believe that after the new year, our country, Daqin, will be reborn and become even more powerful."

Zhao Zheng said, dragging a falling snowflake with his fingertips, watching the snowflakes melting on his fingertips, he couldn't help laughing:

"Prime Minister Lu, how about accompanying Zheng to appreciate the first snowfall since Zheng came to Da Qin?"

"Young Master invites you, how dare you not obey if you are not Wei."

…

at the same time,

Under a bridge in Xianyang, an old man touched the snowflakes blowing on his face and said in amazement——
Chapter completed!