The State of Qin, Xianyang Palace, today is destined to be a day that will be recorded in history.

One is the emperor who has been famous for all ages.

One is the first assassin of the ages.

Whether their grievances are because of the war or because of a peerless Yiren will eventually become a permanent mystery.

The early morning sun soothed the restless hearts, and Jing Ke noticed for the first time that the morning sun turned out to be so brilliant and charming.

In my impression, the scenery he carefully portrayed is only the remnant sun of the blue sky and blood in the past.

It was the sky of the sunset as bright as blood, which seemed to remind him not to forget his mission, not to forget his comrades-in-arms who had shed blood and sacrificed, so in his memory there was only the color of blood, and in the depths of his heart he could never forget the blood-colored remnant sun that was as dazzling as blood, and he hoped that today he would have one last chance to see the remnant sun that intoxicated him, appreciate its splendor, and admire its beauty.

In his heart, that is the sky, that is the remnant sun, more than at this moment, the blue sky, the pale golden morning sun.

The hatred of losing the country and taking away his wife, just like the blood-colored sun, has long been deeply engraved in his heart and has become an indelible memory, which will accompany him to the end of his life.

The faint morning mist gradually dissipated. The majestic palace and the majestic armor seem to be full of slaughter.

Jing Ke was dressed in the official uniform of the envoy of the Yan Kingdom, holding the Governor Kangtu in his hand, standing proudly under the jade steps, his expression was calm and calm, and the deputy envoy Qin Wuyang beside him was holding a copper box containing Fan Yuzhi's head, but his face was slightly pale.

The loud welcome horn has sounded, and Jing Ke took one last look at the majestic Xianyang Palace, with the flying eaves and gilded roofs, shining in the morning sun, as if standing in the clouds.

This was the first time he had seriously admired the most magnificent palace in the world, and probably the last.

Step by step, he carefully walked through the exquisitely engraved white marble steps, and when he stepped on the last step, the door of Xianyang Palace was firmly closed, this door seemed to block all the beauty and all the hopes, leaving Jing Ke with only grief and hatred!

In the next moment, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the originally sunny sky was overcast in an instant.

Jing Ke, step by step, walked towards the majestic man sitting on the throne, wearing a flat crown, wearing a black royal robe, the eyebrows were full of heroism, the domineering spirit in his eyes, the body was slender, the appearance was heroic, the body was calm, the vast was like a mountain peak in the vast ocean, although the smoke was vast and the undercurrent was turbulent, but he always stood tall!

Jing Ke sighed secretly, he will finally face this peerless emperor who has changed the color of the ministers of the six countries and even the people of the world--Yingzheng!

At this moment, Jing Ke has already walked on Danxi, and the picture of the governor that makes the princes of the world salivate is being presented in front of King Qin little by little!

At this moment, outside the main hall, the dark clouds above the sky are also rapidly converging, which is exactly what the black clouds want to destroy the city!

Between the electric light and flint, the silver light flashed, and the sunny day thundered! The cold winter is rising, but there is a thunderbolt on a sunny day, it is ominous, or the sky is crying!

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Time passed inadvertently, and half an hour later, the main gate of the main hall of Xianyang Palace opened again, and Ying Zheng walked out with a grim face, holding a broken sword in his hand, followed by Gai Nie, the first swordsman of the Great Qin Empire!

The emperor is domineering.

The swordsman, free and elegant, just at this moment, everyone present noticed that the swordsman's sword was stained with blood!

"Mr. Gai, I remember that you once said to the widow that this remnant rainbow is too heavy, if you hurt others, you will hurt yourself first, right?"

"Yes—"

"That widow has the essence of hardware, can you eliminate its evil aura by recasting this remnant rainbow?"

"Yes—"

"Okay--pass the decree, order all the first-class swordsmiths in the world to come to Xianyang, return this remnant rainbow to the furnace and recast, and all craftsmen will be rewarded on the day of casting!"

"Yes-" It was Zhao Gao who answered.

"I don't know what the king thinks the name of the reforged sword is." Li Si asked cautiously.

"What do you think, sir?" did not answer Li Si's words, but asked Gai Nie lightly.

"Yuanhong-" faint two words. But it is particularly cautious.

"En-abyss-rainbow!" It seemed that he only faintly repeated Gai Nie's words, but everyone present understood that Ying Zheng was very satisfied with these two words.

It seems that Yiqiē has returned to calm again, or in this majestic Xianyang Palace, there has never been a ripple.

However, at the moment when Ying and Gai Nie walked down the jade steps, the downpour fell from the sky, and on Gai Nie's sword, the blood was washed away little by little, dripping on the bluestone slab on the ground, and it was scattered and disappeared little by little, as if something that should have been retained, inadvertently lost!

The figures gradually dispersed, maybe only the bricks and tiles of this Xianyang Palace are the eternal witnesses of today!

At night, the rain gradually stopped, and the waning moon arrived as scheduled.

Concubine Li's Palace, Li Ji smiled and looked at the poignant moonlight in the sky, and kept standing and watching, as if waiting for something.

In the middle of the moon, a meteor dragged a dazzling tail across the blue sky, Li Ji smiled, smiled so brightly, beautiful!

"Senior brother, wait for me--"

A candlestick fell to the ground, the curtain was ignited little by little, looking at the jumping flames, a trace of coldness crossed Li Ji's cheeks!

It's a mother's tear!

"Tianming, my child, please don't blame your mother, the future is only up to you, even if you are alone, your mother hopes that you can go on strongly, your mother will look at you in the sky, watch you laugh, watch you cry, watch you grow up little by little, and become a big hero like your father!"

The flames have turned into a fire snake, drowning this alluring beauty in the early heat wave little by little, the consciousness is disappearing little by little, the memory is becoming more and more blurred, in the fog, she seems to have returned to her youth, that is she and her brother practiced martial arts together, studied literature together, played together, and made an unswerving oath under the starry sky together!

In the haze, he seemed to see the smiling, eternally cynical brother, he was beckoning to him, he was going to take her to a place, a place where there was no war, no hatred, no killing, where they could stay together forever!

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Qin Mingyue is Sauvignon Blanc, and the road is far away from the world.

When I first met Mengyiren, I sang to the end of the world with a long song of the waning moon.

The Qin period was stormy, and the bright moon shone on the heroes.

The sad song of the desert is poignant, and the lonely soul is scattered and does not regret it.

Frozen love is the month, and it is difficult to say goodbye to the withered grass and rain and dew.

The bright moon broke the bowels and the heroes cried.