Chapter 112: Jia Wenhe, the Great Commander of the Black Ice Terrace
The crack spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was covered with the entire giant cocoon.
Bangββ!
With a bang, the cocoon exploded and turned into powder.
A humanoid monster appeared in Ying Zheng's field of vision.
Those scarlet eyes attracted his attention first.
His eyes were bloodthirsty and manic, without the slightest humanity or reason.
Ying Zheng continued to look at the monster.
It was ten feet tall, covered with dark green scales, and its fingers and toes were covered with sharp claws, which were as cold as blades.
Whoops!
Whoops!
The monster opened its large mouth full of giant tooth-like teeth and bared its teeth at Yingzheng.
However, he did not dare to step forward and be presumptuous.
Ying Zheng nodded, and said to himself: "It's worthy of being a demon leader, it's good!
Immediately afterward, he pulled out a bronze token from his pocket.
The front book has an ancient font with a golden hook and iron stroke, I don't know what the exact character is.
There is a demon head carved on the back.
This order is the token for controlling the Boss.
"Come here!" Ying Zheng beckoned to the Demon Leader.
Step by step, the monster came towards him.
When it was only a few steps away from King Qin, Ying Zheng said: "Stand here and don't move, let the widow try, how is your defense!"
The monster didn't move anymore, standing in place, like a lifeless sculpture, only a pair of blood-red eyes staring at King Qin.
Ying Zheng took an ordinary long knife and slashed it at the head of the demon leader.
The demon leader did not dodge or dodge, but stood there, allowing the long knife to cut down.
Sonor!
Click!
The long knife struck the scales on the Quiver's head, exploding strings of sparks.
Not only did it not break through the scale defenses, but it also broke itself.
When Ying Zheng saw this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He was quite satisfied with the Demon Leader's defenses.
Half an hour later.
Ying Zheng left the secret room and took a terrifying giant in black robes to the imperial study.
Along the way, it attracted the attention of countless guards.
This giant is the demon leader Xu Lin, and the king of Qin named him: No. 1.
Under the orders of its master, it has already restrained that terrifying and evil aura.
As soon as Ying Zheng came back to the door of the imperial study, he saw a middle-aged scribe walking towards him.
This person is about forty years old, looks ordinary, wears cloth clothes, and the whole person's temperament is very round, and he does not feel the slightest danger.
Ying Zheng did not despise the other party's ordinary appearance.
The road is simple, back to basics!
Many high-ranking people look very ordinary on the outside, and they don't see anything strange about it!
In Ying Zheng's mind, a name unconsciously popped up: Jia Xu!
"Bold, who are you who dare to trespass on Zhangtai Palace?!" the little leader of Jinyi Wei scolded in a deep voice.
At the same time, he wanted to pull out the embroidered spring knife and step forward to grab the middle-aged scribe.
Ying Zheng raised his hand and stopped the other party.
The middle-aged scribe came not far from King Qin, knelt down respectfully, and said, "Subordinate Jia Xu, long live your majesty, long live, long live!"
Ying Zheng heard this, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, it's the poisoner Jia Wenhe!
He stepped forward to help the other party: "Wenhe, please get up!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Jia Xu said a word and stood up.
"Follow the widow to the imperial study!" Ying Zheng personally took Jia Xu's arm and walked forward.
Jia Xu couldn't help but be a little flattered.
When he came to the imperial study, Yingzheng gave Jia Xu a seat.
After talking to Jia Xu for an hour.
Ying Zheng admires Jia Xu's talent very much, and the other party is worthy of being the poisoner in the six wizards of the Three Kingdoms "Dragon, Phoenix, Tiger, Ghost Poison Qilin", and many problems are very clever and practical.
To get such a strong man of gods and demons, Yingzheng is very happy.
Then, King Qin said majestically: "Wen He listens to orders!"
"The minister is here!" Jia Xu stood up and bowed.
Ying Zheng said: "The widow ordered you to set up a spy agency, Black Ice Terrace, which is an agency dedicated to assassinating, bribing ministers, dividing the sky, planting undercover agents, creating rumors, and stealing secrets.
The most elite dead soldier in the Black Ice Platform is called the Black Guard, and there are 16 captains of the Black Ice in the Black Guard.
The widow will limit you to build the framework of the black ice platform within half a month, and send the black guards to the major vassal states in the eastern corner to collect information within a month.
The talents needed by the Black Ice Platform can be selected from the entire army of the Qin Army, and the silver money required is withdrawn from the treasury, and Jinyiwei is your competitor.
You will be the first commander of the Black Ice Terrace. β
"No!" Jia Xu arched his hand, ready to take the order.
Ying Zheng ordered Lang Zhong: "Let Ji Gang come to see the widow!"
"No!" Lang Zhongling sent someone to deliver the edict.
Ying Zheng summoned Ji Gang, on the one hand, to inform the other party of the news that the Black Ice Platform had been established, and on the other hand, to warn the other party not to stumble on the Black Ice Platform.
Black Ice Terrace and Jinyiwei, the two compete fairly with each other.
The purpose of Ying Zheng's establishment of the Black Ice Platform is also to allow Jinyiwei to improve its efficiency and better serve the Great Qin royal family.
Soon, Ji Gang arrived.
Soon, he came out of the imperial study with a gloomy face.
Ji Gang is full of a sense of crisis.
......
Shortly after Ji Gang left.
Lang Zhongling entered the imperial study and said, "Father-in-law of Mrs. Zhao of Ganquan Palace, please see Your Majesty!"
"Let him in!" Ying Zheng said.
"No!" Lang Zhong ordered to withdraw, and an old eunuch entered to salute.
"Excuse me!" Ying Zheng said: "Mrs. Tai asked you to come to see the widow, what's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, Madame Tai asked you to go to Ganquan Palace for dinner in the evening!" said the old eunuch.
Ying Zheng nodded: "The widow knows, you go back and tell Mrs. Tai, and the widow will go over after handling official business!"
"No!" the eunuch of Ganquan Palace respectfully withdrew from the imperial study.
......
At sunset.
Ying Zheng came to the main hall of Ganquan Palace.
"Zheng'er, you came just in time, and the imperial dining room is just getting ready for dinner, come and sit down!" Mrs. Zhao pulled King Qin with a kind smile on her face and walked towards the dining table.
On the table, steaming delicacies are already on the table.
As soon as Ying Zheng sat down, Mrs. Tai asked the palace maid to serve a cup of medicinal food, and the lilac soup exuded a strange smell.
"Erniang, what is this?" he wondered.
Mrs. Zhao smiled: "This is a baby, you are about to drink!"
"Baby!"
"Yes, it's baby, Zheng'er, you should drink it while it's hot. Mrs. Zhao said.
Ying Zheng picked up the medicinal food, looked at it, and finally drank it in one gulp.
Although the smell of this medicinal meal is a little strange, the taste is okay.
"Zheng'er, the nourishing soup you drank just now is conducive to fertility, and you will drink a cup every day in the future. Erniang will send someone to the imperial study. Mrs. Zhao saw King Qin drink it, and said with a kind smile.
Ying Zheng didn't speak, just nodded.
I don't like to drink it, so I pour it later.
Erniang is also kind-hearted, so there is no need to break her heart.
Mrs. Zhao was very happy to see that King Qin agreed to drink medicinal food every day.
Then, she changed her words and said, "Zheng'er, Erniang is going to give you a draft girl to enter the palace again!"
"Erniang, haven't you already helped the widow choose a show girl twice?"
Mrs. Zhao said with a serious face:
"Zheng'er, but you haven't given birth to a royal heir yet, and you have completed the inheritance of the royal bloodline.
This is all to blame for the lack of anger among those show girls and concubines.
Erniang, you must draft a girl to enter the palace again until someone is pregnant with a dragon.
If this matter is not completed, Erniang will be ashamed of the ancestors of the Ying clan!"