"The minister did not deceive the king, and my father was too old to walk in extreme pain, but he had to insist on going to the court..."

"Why didn't you stop him?!" The child lost his mind and drank.

"Father, I am afraid that the court will be covered by Zhao Gao's hand above the court, so I have to go."

"Why did the last dynasty have so many days, why did the old injury recur today?!" Ziying asked, hoping that Yang Chen would bow his head and confess, hoping that this was a bold joke by the Qin people.

"Yesterday, I was detained in prison by Zhao Gao, inducing the recurrence of old injuries, and today..."

Ziying's face was expressionless in an instant, and he walked into the inner hall step by step like a machine, and the noisy cries and kneeling sounds of women and children in his ears made him upset.

On the couch, Yang Duanhe's face was already like ashes, and his originally thin cheeks looked even more skinny.

"Why didn't I find the old wounds of the Commander? Why didn't I fight for it more that day? Maybe Zhao Gao wouldn't have doubted me at that time, and Commander Yang wouldn't have died. Ziying blamed herself over and over again in her heart.

One of his feet was unstable, and the child suddenly fell to the ground.

The white figures in Ziying's eyes helped him up, and he couldn't hear what the people around him were saying.

Ziying pushed aside everyone and walked to Yang Duanhe's body step by step.

Yesterday, the scene of Yang Duan and scolding Ziying for his mediocrity in the court is still vivid, and today the monarch and ministers are already separated by yin and yang, and Ziying's tears are quietly falling.

Yang Duanhe attacked Wei twice and Zhao once in his life, and he was never defeated in his life.

"In the eleventh year, Wang Qian, Fan Yuzhi, Yang Duanhe captured Ye and took nine cities...

In the eighteenth year, Wang Jian will go to the ground, end and Hanoi, and besiege Handan City..."

Ziying whispered the records in the "Historical Records", the Yang family didn't want to lose their temper in front of Ziying, and they couldn't help crying one by one.

"Don't be sad, the king must not be sad, my father has fulfilled the king's grace after four generations, and he has no regrets when he returns today." Yang Chen said with tears in his eyes.

The corners of Ziying's mouth twitched slightly, "Heh, do your best?" No regrets? ”

Ziying raised his hand and grabbed the long hair on his head, Wang Li died young, there was no corpse, Yang Duan and the southern expedition and the northern war, the old injuries were difficult to treat.

What can he bring to his subordinates now?

A grand funeral? At most, the money in the Canadian treasury is only available in Xianyang.

As long as the old minister leaves Xianyang City, the people of the Six Kingdoms who want to kill them are all over the place, and this is what they have earned by working hard all their lives.

"Tomorrow, Commander Yang and the Marquis of Wucheng will hold a funeral together and be buried at the foot of Lishan Mountain."

After Ziying finished speaking, he rushed out of the door, not daring to stay at the Yang family any longer, and his sad eyes were all punishments for his incompetence.

Ziying was about to get on the wheel, and Yang Chen chased after him from behind.

"The king stays behind!" Yang Chen hurriedly said, "Before my father died, he asked the minister to present this bamboo slip to the king. ”

Ziying took the bamboo slip, and the outside was engraved with three small seal characters of "Yu Yuzi", and the bamboo slip was tied with a black dusty dead knot, which seemed to have not been opened for a long time.

Wei Yi and Sun Wu, Sun Bin and Wu Qi are also known as the "Four Saints of the Soldiers".

The first emperor chose to eat and live with him in order to keep him, and the punishment of the first emperor was too harsh, and Wei Yi was disappointed and chose to live in seclusion.

"My father said that Wei Yizi lived in seclusion not far from Xianyang, and if the king could get the help of Wei Yizi, he would definitely be able to defeat Liu Bang who rushed to Kunguan." Yang Chen said earnestly.

Ziying twisted the dead knot and pulled out the bamboo slips, which turned out to be a map of the surrounding Xianyang City, Xianyang was in the north of the Wei River, and a place in the south of the Wei River was smeared with cinnabar by Yang Duanhe.

"Before he lived in seclusion, he told his father where he went, and his father promised not to leak it out for the rest of his life, and now he can tell the king." Yang Chen explained.

Ziying smiled bitterly and shook his head, Yang Duanhe only said that he could defeat Liu Bang, but did not mention Xiang Yu, it seems that Yang Duanhe also thought that the general trend had gone, and these words were clearly just comforting him.

Liu Bang has only 20,000 people under his command, and no one has thought that he can enter the customs, and the so-called resistance is naturally a matter of course.

"The widow doesn't want to bother the old minister anymore, whether it is Liu Bang or Xiang Yu, the widow will fight in person." Ziying finished speaking and drove away.

Along the way, the people in Xianyang still came and went, but there was no smile on their faces, and the murderous aura after two months seemed to have passed through time to descend on the people.

The business of the tavern is indeed exceptionally good, and from time to time someone gets drunk in it.

Ziying dismounted in front of the tavern, threw away the crown and hat to pay for the wine, and found a corner to sit down, and the hotel owner was too lazy to look at it carefully and accept it, and served Ziying a pot of turbid wine.

"I can't imagine that the dignified Prince Qin would actually use the Qin crown to pay for the wine, which is really enough to embarrass the pseudo-Qin."

Ziying looked up, and a man in a gray rough coat was holding a sword and looking at him coldly.

Ziying, who was originally sad, grinned unconsciously, this man was Cai Wei dressed as a man, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and thin sword eyebrows imprinted in Ziying's mind.

There was no longer the panic of the initial meeting in the dormitory, Ziying drank a sip of turbid wine lightly, "At that time, the widow was too nervous, and now you are not the opponent of the widow, if you don't want to be caught by Zhao Cheng, escape from Xianyang quickly." ”

"Will Miss Ben be your opponent as a faint king? Would you like to give it a try? Cai Wei couldn't help but say, the long sword came out of the sheath and pointed at Ziying's throat.

Last time it was an assassination, this time it was a duel, because of the chivalrous way of the rivers and lakes, Cai Wei just put on a posture and did not suddenly attack.

"The widow remembers that your last saber was still left in the dormitory, why? Is Lingyan very rich, and I bought you another one today? Ziying looked at the long sword and mocked.

Cai Wei Taohua's eyes were round, "This sword belongs to Master Gai Nie, outside the wooden house, your dog slave Zhao Cheng's arrow is actually poisoned, Mr. Gai Nie died not long after leaving the wooden house, Miss Ben is reckoning with you today with your new hatred and old hatred!" ”

Cai Wei's tone was fierce, and the drinker and the boss only glanced at this side when they heard it, and nothing happened. The Qin Dynasty forbade private fighting, and now the people in Xianyang City don't care about these at all.

Ziying saw the opportunity to throw the wine bowl, and the long sword was in the middle of the body. Cai Wei's tiger mouth was numb, and the long sword fell to the ground.

"Lu Ziying, you actually made the first move, despicable!" Cai Wei covered her right hand and scolded.

"Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, Confucianism uses literature to mess with the law, Gai Nie deserves to die, and the widow advises you to accept your chivalrous ways." Ziying lost the wine bowl, so he directly took the wine jug and poured wine into his mouth.

The wine of the Qin Dynasty did not exceed ten degrees, and Ziying was slightly drunk.

"Miss Ben is not convinced, try again!" Cai Wei picked up the long sword in her left hand and continued to aim it at Ziying's throat.

Ziying narrowed her eyes and sighed, "Xianyang City will soon become very dangerous, you and your master Lingyan should quickly go to Shuzhong for refuge, and stop fighting and killing all day long." ”