Seeing this figure, Qin Feng subconsciously searched for the name of this young Qin knight in his heart.

Suddenly, a name flashed in Qin Feng's mind like lightning---- Jing Supervisor!

This person is the Jing Supervisor. Qin Feng immediately urged the war horse under his crotch, and flew towards the Jing Jian in front of him.

Jing Jian was obviously in a hurry, only to see that he kept whipping the war horse under his crotch, and the direction of galloping away was Liyang City!

"General Jingjian!" Qin Feng was far away, sending his voice with true qi, and transmitting his voice to Jing Jian from afar.

The Jing Jian in front obviously didn't expect to be recognized, and subconsciously a long sword had already appeared in Jing Jian's hand. "Who's coming?" Jing Jian shouted.

"I'm Keqing Qin Feng!" Qin Feng was overjoyed when he saw Jing Jian returning to his horse, and continued.

"Qin Feng?" Jing Jian was stunned for a moment, and then remembered something. said to Qin Feng: "You are the peerless master Qin Feng who saved the ancestors?" ”

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, because Jing Jian had been fighting in the Western Battlefield for a long time over the years, Qin Feng was afraid that he would not know about him, the new guest secretary, otherwise he would be in trouble.

"General Jingjian, I have something important to report to you. Let's go back to Liyang together. Qin Feng then hurriedly said. His face also showed an anxious look. His status in the Qin State is much inferior to that of Jing Jian, although the position of Keqing is very high, but it is a false position after all, and not necessarily many people know about it.

There was a hint of hesitation on Jing Jian on his face, and then he nodded, "Without further ado, let's hurry up." ”

"Good!" Qin Feng also stopped talking nonsense, and slammed his legs between the war horse under his crotch. Suddenly, the war horse under his crotch rushed towards Liyang City, and Jing Jian also followed Qin Feng closely.

As we walked westward, a black castle stood in the distance on a pale yellow and translucent field. From a distance, the castle is small. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the silhouette of the castle resembles a black beast. With the galloping horses of the black-clothed knight Jing Jian and Qin Feng, it was gradually seen that there were black-clothed armor warriors swimming on the arrow tower of the east gate with their backs to the sunset, and a white "Qin" character was written on the black Daxu flag that hunted and flew.

This is Liyang, the capital of the Qin State.

It is located on the north bank of Oak Water, a small tributary of Weishui.

This small castle is the third capital city in the 400 years since the founding of the Qin Dynasty.

When the Qin State began to seal the princes, King Zhou Ping had already moved east to Luoyang.

The Hojing and Fengjing in Guanzhong have been reduced to scorched earth ruins in the Rongdi invasion, and it is impossible to be the capital of the Qin State.

Qin Xianggong, the first monarch of the Qin State, set up the capital at the eastern entrance of Chencang Mountain, near his western base, and the small castle was called Xiyu.

The second monarch Qin Wengong moved the capital east for 300 miles and set it up in Yongcheng on the north bank of Weishui, which has been stable for more than 300 years.

In the early Warring States period, the Qin State was repeatedly attacked and trapped by the Wei State, and Qin Xiangong was fierce and fierce, and resolutely moved the capital east to the small city of Liyang, which was less than 300 miles away from the Huashan military camp of the Wei State, and declared to the world that he would not take a step back to the west from now on!

As the capital, this small city of Liyang was actually established as a military fortress at the forefront.

Although the city is very small, there is only one mile on each side, and it is more than four miles square, which is the kind of typical small city that is often said in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, "the city of three miles, the outline of five miles".

But all of them are made of large stone strips, and the city wall is more than three zhang higher than the ordinary city wall, and even the arrow tower is built of stone slabs.

The entrance and exit gates are two huge and heavy rocks. In other words, there was not an inch of wood in the entire castle's external defensive structure, and ordinary fire attacks did not hurt the castle at all.

However, what makes people even more impressed is that the walls and arrow towers of this castle are all thickly painted with black mountain paint, black and smooth, not only is it terrifying, but the sneak attackers of the castle are absolutely helpless.

This steep castle standing high on the shore of the oak water is very well guarded because it is close to the Huashan camp of the Wei State.

In this twilight, the horn of the cow horn was already blowing on the high city head, and the originally sparse pedestrians outside the city gate had quickened their pace. After three trumpet sounds, the Liyang City Gate will rumble and close.

As the horse approached, the black-clothed knight Jing Jian did not slow down, but reached out and felt a two-foot-long gold arrow in his arms. Even though it was evening, the grown Jin Ling arrow still drew a shining arc on the horse.

"It's ...... Golden Arrow! Qin Feng could see it clearly, and he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, the Golden Order Arrow would only be used at a very important moment in the Qin State.

"The golden arrow messenger arrived, and the pedestrian dodged ——!" The city gate general raised his sword and shouted, two columns of armor soldiers stood solemnly, and the pedestrians inside and outside the city gate flashed on the side of the road.

The black-clothed knight Jing Jian took Qin Feng to hold high the golden arrow and galloped into the city.

In Liyang City, the market is depressed and cold. Compared with the bustling night market in Daliang City, this is simply a desolate and remote mountain village.

The shops are lit up and the streets are sparsely populated.

Under the faint flickering lights, it can be seen that the people of the city are dressed in simple clothes, and sometimes there are people carrying firewood and cattle slowly passing through the street.

On this short street leading directly to the state of Qin, there was neither a simple ox-drawn cart nor a richly dressed figure.

The people in front of the shop were engaged in simple transactions, or money and goods, or bartering, all in silence, without any bargaining disputes.

The small town is short and orderly, everything is quiet, but there is no panic.

All of this is silently indicating that this little castle has been through countless stormy seas and no longer knows what fear is.

When the skilled Jin Ling Arrow Messenger Jing Jian galloped through the street, the horse did not neigh, and no one in the city shouted, and the pedestrians in the street quickly dodged away, with a commonplace calm look.

In an instant, the black-clothed fast horse Jingjian approached a tall and simple blue brick bungalow at the end of the short street.

The brick house was surrounded by a high stone wall, with only a gray ridge leaking out. The central gate is hewn from a single boulder, rough and solid. Two rows of black-clad soldiers stood solemnly in front of the gate. Jing Jian, the envoy of the golden order, suddenly reined in his horse, and the horse stood and neighed. The sword general in front of the stone gate arched his hand and said loudly: "There is an order from the king, and the golden arrow messenger does not need to report it, and goes straight to the political hall." ”

Jing Jian jumped off his horse, handed the reins of his horse to the general, and hurried straight into the stone gate. Qin Feng is also a longitudinal leap and dismounts directly. An arrow rushed towards the Jing Jian office. I didn't want Jing Jian to stumble to the ground after a few steps and couldn't get up, he shook his hand hoarsely: "Quick, help me, political affairs hall." The four escort sergeants immediately rushed forward and carried Jing Jian into the Guofu Palace. Qin Feng naturally walked on his own. Although he is also very tired, he is a martial arts practitioner after all. This fatigue is still bearable.

The two quickly walked into the Guofu Palace, saying that it was the Guofu Palace, but it was actually a nine-bay six-entry mansion, plus a garden.

If it is placed in the Wei State, it is at best just a residential specification of a medium doctor.

In the country of Qi, it is only the specifications of the secretary. The houses in the house are all made of extra-large square bricks, and the ground is a one-color bluestone slab, without a single water surface, without a single flower or grass, and the only green is a small bamboo forest and a few pine trees behind the government hall.

It's so simple that it's cold. The first entrance is the clerical offices of the national government, and the second entrance is the central government hall of the national government.

This government hall is a six-bay blue brick high house, located in the middle of the courtyard, with moon gates leading to the back on both sides.

The hall itself is divided into two parts, the east side is the main hall where the monarch gathers ministers to discuss important matters, and the west side is the study room where the monarch handles daily government affairs.

In terms of practical function, the study on the west side is the soul and center of the national government.

At this moment, the lights in the west study have been lit up.

It was a neatly furnished study, with no red felt on the floor, and no fancy items such as gauze tents and curtains around it.

The most conspicuous are the three rows of bookshelves, filled with bamboo slips and parchment books, which surround the three walls. On the wall facing the middle bookcase hung a huge map of the nations, and the sheepskin on which the map was drawn was no longer white and smooth, and the dirt showed its age. Swords and bows hang on both sides of the map. All the bookshelves are a dull purple red that is almost black, which makes the political hall look quite powerful and mysterious.

There was only a thick butter lamp in the room, which was not very bright, and the oil smoke from the air hood was still faintly visible. A man stands in front of a map and does not move. From the back, he was tall and tall, with no decoration on his black robe, and his hair tied up with black cloth. After a moment's scrutiny, he let out a long cry and slammed his fist on the large sheepskin map, angry and heavy.

A white-haired old man stood guard at the door of the political hall, expressionless and silent.

The sound of hurried and heavy footsteps came from the courtyard. The white-haired old chamberlain was alert and immediately walked down the stairs lightly. Four sergeants hurriedly came carrying the black-clothed messenger and placed them in front of the old chamberlain. Jing Jian struggled to raise the golden arrow in his hand to the old chamberlain. The old chamberlain immediately shouted loudly: "Jin Ling's arrow messenger Jin Jian——! ”

Immediately afterwards, a voice sounded: "Keqing Qin Fengjin sees the king!" It was Qin Feng who said with his true qi.

"Boom!" With a bang, it seemed that something had been knocked down in the study, and with a rush of footsteps, the master of the study had already hurried out to meet him. Under the faint light from the window, it can be seen that he is a good-looking young man, with very thin and long eyes, thick lips, and the corners of his mouth are hidden in the cheeks very deep, revealing fortitude and calmness in the thickness.

He is none other than the owner of the study, the new monarch of Qin Guo, Yingquliang, and the Qin Xiaogong as later said. He hurriedly walked to the black-clothed envoy and saw Qin Feng at a glance. There was an unconcealable joy on his face, but he didn't say anything, nodded to Qin Feng, and motioned for Qin Feng to come in. Then he squatted down and looked at it, and without saying a word, he reached out to help Jing Jian to carry him in.

The old chamberlain stopped him, "Your Majesty, I'll come." As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and inserted them under the man in black, lifted the man in black flat, and walked up the steps into the study with light steps. Qin Xiaogong hurriedly said to the four sergeants: "You guys go." The sergeants bowed to answer the order, and he strode into the study.

The black-clothed messenger was laid flat on the wooden couch in the study, dusty, sweating profusely, and his chest rising and falling rapidly. When he saw Qin Xiaogong coming in, he hurriedly struggled to get up, "Your Majesty, it's a big deal, no, it's not good." Qin Xiaogong shook his hand, "Don't open your mouth yet." ”

Turning back and commanding, "Heb, hot wine, quick!" As soon as the words fell, the old waiter had already brought a copper basin of steaming rice wine from outside the door. Qin Xiaogong took it and held it in front of the man in black with both hands.

The man in black burst into tears, suddenly held the copper basin, and drank it dry in one go. Qin Xiaogong took the copper basin and handed it to the old chamberlain, turned around and grabbed the hands of the man in black, "Jing Jian, thank you for your hard work." ”