However, the king of a country says that there is no hindrance.

After all, looking at the ancient and modern times, there are few ministers who have done wrong things and are forced to seek punishment after being forgiven by the king. What is that not being a shame?

What's more, Prince Dan is charged with absconding.

How many heads can these royal families have to take responsibility?

Quang Qi When this incident had never happened, the clans blew their noses and stuck their clothes and came out of the majestic and solemn Xianyang Palace.

Now their position is high, and their weight is weight. But what they do is do three tasks by one person, and they want to break out three clones by one person.

There is also the Qin law that is not like other countries, saying that "the punishment cannot be punished by officials, and the etiquette cannot be compared to the common people."

The Qin law, especially the officials and nobles, was even more rigorous, and the rigorousness was outrageous.

For example, Qin Lu, if they write a wrong word, they will lose their heads. They live in such a frightened life. Can such an old guy over fifty years old keep going day and eat day and night?

When I think of the matter of going to the court, I have to face ordinary things like mountains. I feel sore back and back pain everywhere.

Now, an old clan asked about the half-missed teeth next to him:

"Brother Ping, I have a headache recently. Do you have a doctor who often treats you with headaches in your mansion? Can you recommend it to me?"

The half missing teeth on the right faces the north wind, and the official robe as loose as a cloth bag is bulging.

He was old and thin, and his body was not as strong as that of the Gentiles. He hurriedly took office and even his clothes were made. It seemed that people couldn't help but want to pull him away so that they wouldn't be blown away by the wind.

He muffled his tongue and said, "It's useless."

"Why is it useless? Is it because the quack doctor is not good or the prescription is not in place?"

The old clan leaned over and said, "Didn't you say that it's almost done?"

"Have the backlog of affairs been handled, are you piled up? "Banqueya said slowly, "I still have the leisure to treat headaches. Look at me, the official hat on your head will be light if it is rotten.

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"What does Brother Ping mean? Those documents are not within my duties, nor are they the messengers who have sent me a letter. I throw the letter to me and say that I am good at doing this, but I am now."

Half of the missing teeth ignored her, and she swayed down to the white jade steps with her back, shaking her steadily.

The old clan cursed with a slight gaze, "Damn it, my old butt is burning, and I run so fast, oh, I deserve it."

How long after the speech ended, the fat man swung his straight waist, who had lost three times, and came to support him, narrowed his eyes and said,

"Our old clans have been connected for generations, and they cannot be separated and separated. They are all grasshoppers on a rope. They should work together and work together."

The old clan spat again: "You are standing and talking without any pain in your back. Why don't you come to see these documents?"

The fat man was still squinting his eyes, not knowing whether he had seen the road clearly. He walked down while squinting, and his mouth was still muddy:

"The wind and rain are booming, and the old Qin people should work together."

It’s not a big deal to work together.

In this situation, the King of Qin gave all his own business to the old tribe members.

He was determined to guard the unconscious woman in the harem, and he also prayed for blessings and fires with some charlatan from Chu State who called himself a mountain ghost. He made a fool of himself and asked the gods to send him to the gods, which made the entire Qin Palace smoky.

What kind of boats are there to share? What kind of help?

The king is foolish and lustful and violent, and his ministers are old and can't bear anything.

According to his opinion, the Qin Dynasty is about to perish!

The old clan mumbled and mumbled again and again, and his head felt split. He pressed the corner of his mouth again, and found that there was still a bubble in his mouth for some unknown reason.

He was grinning in pain when a strange face came down the white jade steps.

The common man, goatee, about seventy or eighty years old, the flesh on his face sagged into the character "eight", and the thick sleeves of his swaying. The old clan felt strange, and looked at the guards left and right, and asked, "Yes."

Who is it?"

Goatbeard said: "Qike Maojiao."

"Qike?"

The old clan felt even more strange, "You are a guest, why are you here in Xianyang Palace?"

"The Queen Mother advises the King of Qin for his affairs."

"When the Queen Mother is in charge of the Queen Mother, the King of Qin has ordered that anyone who advises the Queen Mother is in charge of the Queen Mother, they will be cooked and killed."

The old clan pointed at the nine tripods that were parked in Qin Square with his fingers and said, "Cook them with the tripod, and cook them twenty-seven people. You don't know how to die. Do you want to gather the twenty-eight constellations here to lie here to sacrifice to us.

Oh my god from Qin?”

Mao Jiaoban said straight: "The untouchables are not afraid of life and death, and are afraid that the King of Qin will be contrary to the virtues of the world."

The old clan moved his eyelids.

He knew that there were some things he didn't have to say to the wood, after all, the iron tree would never bloom.

He patted his shoulder and said, "The King of Qin is on it, ask, go."

Mao Jiao took off his shirt and looked like a deadly soldier who was going to die. He stepped onto the white jade stairs.

Looking at his back, which was gradually being swallowed by the palace, the old clan sighed invisibly, and then diverged from him.

Everyone has their own hearts, and their own hearts have their own opinions.

Sometimes, these old people are not as willing to let down their faces and live a life as these foreign guests.

"Qi Ke Mao Jiao kowtowed to the King of Qin, long live the King of Qin!"

Mao Jiao knelt on the ground with his bare shirt, his voice hovering in the hall, and it lasted for a long time.

Ying Zheng sat on the throne with sharp eyes, as if he had cut open his flesh with a sword, "Is the Qi people here to plead for the Queen Mother?"

Mao Jiao said, "Yes!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand, obviously asking the soldiers to lock him into the dungeon.

He was fearless and said, "Your Majesty has a false father, and he is jealous; he pounces on his two brothers, and he is called unkind; he moves his mother, and he is doing unfilial; he advises the scholars, and he is governed by Jie and Zhou."

"Jealousy, unkindness, unfiliality, and the rule of Jie and Zhou."

Chunqing's voice was filled with a terrifying smile.

Ying Zheng's obsidian eyes seemed to snorted and toxic and bloody, "I have heard too many of these words. You literati who have been studying hard are loyal martyrs, but in fact they are just a bunch of people who have to steal the ground with their heads.

, The reckless man who is angry with every man, come!"

"exist!"

Thousands of troops should drink, put on their helmets and armor, and the Black Hawk Dead Men wearing bronze masks stepped forward from the darkness.

Ying Zheng looked sick and impatient, but his thin lips were like a soul-locking hook, "Cooked."

"yes!"

The big hand of the iron clamped Mao Jiao a handful of old bones, Mao Jiao said fearlessly: "I heard that those who live are not afraid of death, those who have a country do not deny death, those who have a country do not deny death, those who have a country do not deny death, those who have a country do not deny death, those who have a country do not deny death, those who have a country do not deny death, those who have a country do not deny death, those who have a country do not deny

The country cannot perish."

"Zheng——"

Before the King of Qin could speak, the Black Hawk Dead Soldiers all put Xueliang Qin sword on his neck.

Blood was oozing out of Mao Jiao's neck. He did not feel any fear, but instead got closer to death.

The Black Hawk Dead Soldier was not allowed to kill the King of Qin, and the armor hit his feet and spread a circle around him.

Mao Jiao advances, and the dead soldiers retreat.

Go forward and retreat again.

While advancing and retreating, Mao Jiao closed his eyes and was killed and said, "Your Majesty has a mad behavior, Your Majesty does not know the evil. The King of Qin does not take the world as his responsibility, but instead shows his own grudges and grudges. According to the people, the King of Qin is

Reckless man, please ask the King of Qin, who dares to follow a king who dares to imprison his mother? Who dares to serve the king who dares to expel his arms? Who can listen to the world? Who can kiss Qin and lose the justice of the world?

Even if Qin State has a rich and strong army, there is no wise minister who can use it, it would be useless if the water quenches the thirst of the prairie fire."

The air was as quiet as death.

The Black Hawk Dead Soldier's sword was already pressing against Mao Jiao's lifeline, and as long as he approached an inch, he would have blood splattered on the spot.

But what they didn't expect was that their noble king laughed uncontrollably on the throne, "Hahahahahahahahahaha, he is such a hard-bodied scholar."

With a loud bang, he rolled the brush and announcement on the desk to the ground, "Well, you are talented, Qin State is eager for talent, how could he bear to kill you?"

Mao Jiao was sweating coldly, "Your Majesty, please forgive the Queen Mother's crime."

"Absolutely? How can I not forgive you? Have you ever said you are unpardoned? Today, why are you unpardoned? Mao Jiao, I will make the world public that you say today. If I let the Queen Mother go, I can forgive you for your death."

The soldier's cold Qin sword was sheathed.

Mao Jiao was able to breathe. When he saw the indifferent smile of the King of Qin who was high above, a trace of doubt flashed through his heart.

But in a blink of an eye, I knew it clearly that the King of Qin was not moved by what he said, but he needed a step, and he just handed it on it.

He is not because of him, but because of the heart of the world.

Those who can let go of hatred are often not forgiveness, but forbearance for a deeper purpose.
To be continued...