The two outstanding politicians of Daqin showed off their acting skills in public. When Yun Yue came to her senses, Jing Er had already helped the little princess of Chu to board the carriage. Looking at the not burly back, Yun Yue felt a familiar strangeness. This person is still Jing Er back then? Or the Jing Er who was almost beaten to death?

Yun Yue has always thought that Jing Er is just a docile kitten, who has been trampled under his feet since he was a child, and it is easy to form a cowardly character. But this kitten has inadvertently grown fangs and claws, and he is not a cat but a tiger. The moment he bared his fangs, it was time to eat people.

Thinking of the bloody wind and rain in history, Yun Yue shuddered. In the face of such a Jing Er, where will he go. Knowing that the people with his wealth are all in the Yun family, it is difficult to protect ...... Yun Yue thought of this, and the spirit spirit shuddered. He had seen Xun Qin Ji, but he didn't dare to learn from Xiang Shaolong. Xiang Shaolong, who was born in special forces, has died nine times in his life, and his pampered physique for many years is estimated to be unbearable.

A huge political crisis, under Jing Er's intentional indulgence. Eliminated invisibly, the control of the street was relaxed. The palace ban of Xianyang Palace was also opened, and almost the moment Jing Er stepped into Xianyang Palace, the entire Xianyang City returned to calm. The vendors began to shout, and the market began to bustle again.

The wealthy nobles opened the curfew again, and the gentlemen flocked out. Anyway, everything that is normal can no longer be normal, as if nothing has happened.

There may be one person who is abnormal, and that is Lu Jiaoer. When she was embarrassed, her sideburns were scattered, and her head was swollen like a pig's head, and she walked out of the Yun family's private dishes. The ghost envoy glanced upstairs, and a few little heads peeked out of the railing, pointing and laughing at her.

"Damn you, Miss Ben......!" Lu Jiaoer, who was excited, kept waving her hands, like a crazy tiger, and wanted to go upstairs to find those people desperately. was picked up by Lu Buwei by the collar, picked up and thrown into the carriage. In the distant carriage, Lu Jiao'er's angry roar could still be heard.

In the evening, Chang Yu was released. Zhao Ji's order still arrived in Xianyang, and Jing Er had to release him no matter what. Fortunately, it was already dark at this time, and if the black did not mention it, the matter would be revealed. Lü Buwei can be exempted from the crime of assassinating the king and killing the driver, and Chang Yu can naturally be exempted from the crime of making gaffes after drinking.

The released Chang Yu did not delay for a minute, and rushed back to Yongdu with his guards. After saying that, Xianyang was no longer suitable for him. To a certain extent, Jing Er can accept Lü Buwei as his middle father. But Chang Yu, this false father, he can't accept it no matter what. If you stay in Xianyang City any longer, you won't be able to find the murderer even if you are hacked.

Yun Yue stayed alone in the study, holding a bamboo slip in her hand. But his mind was already wandering in the world, and even he didn't know what he was thinking. Thinking jumps so much, one moment it is the history in the textbooks, and the other time it is the tragic scene of burning books and pit Confucianism. Of course, there is also the red and purple Xun Qin Ji. Will he be Xiang Shaolong's fate? Do you really want to be Xiang Shaolong? Once it falls into the second hand of Jing, it will be such a disaster. Attack the Xiongnu in the north and swallow Baiyue in the south. It sounds like a great martial art, but in the end, there are only four words: corpse mountain and blood river. An imperial history book, how many bones buried with hatred and death are buried underneath.

The tyranny of the Great Qin Dynasty died after the second reign, and the world was divided between Chu and Han for hegemony, and I don't know how many people were buried under the loess. The national strength of the Chinese clan fell to a historical trough, and only then did the Xiongnu take advantage of the situation, and then there was a groveling affinity in the early Han Dynasty. After a hundred years of cultivation and recuperation, he waved his troops in Mobei during the Han Dynasty. There was also a three-hundred-year war between Han and Hungary. Countless lives were devastated, and countless heads fell to the ground and stained the yellow sand.

The root of everything is in the person in the Xianyang Palace, what he wants to do and what he can do. Is it just mediocrity, or is it a fight to create a prosperous power for the future of the Chinese nation? In the dark night, Yun Yue's eyes were like gems. It's not a faint light flashing, and it looks a little scary.

Xia Ju came in with a tray, there was no other bowl of noodles, a bowl of noodles, and a small bowl of aged vinegar.

"After eating, the slave family doesn't understand the affairs of the imperial court. But if you don't eat, you will be hungry, and the slave family still understands, and you can think about it when you are full. You don't read bamboo slips on weekdays, but now you look like a reader when you pick it up. Xia Ju poured the rice into the giant bowl, and then poured the vinegar into it as well. A familiar smell of Qishan Zhenzi noodles filled Yun Yue's nasal cavity, and this was the smell. I used to go to Guanzhong to eat Zangzi noodles, and this is the taste.

Yun Yue put aside the bamboo slips and began to eat noodles with a sigh. If only there was one more clove of garlic.

The night general arrived in Xianyang City, and the hustle and bustle of the day was over. The small families have all fallen asleep, but the wealthy families in Xianyang City are fighting at night, and the bigwigs are speculating about the future direction of the imperial court. Below the calm Xianyang City, there are surging undercurrents. Countless people, countless pairs of eyes are speculating on every move in Xianyang Palace.

Jing Er returned to Xianyang Palace, and first went to Gaoquan Palace to greet Empress Xiao. By the way, he showed his affection in front of the filial piety, and the overjoyed filial piety queen looked at Jing Er dotingly, as if looking at her own grandson. A rectification marriage has been finalized, just waiting for Zhao Ji of Yongdu to nod. There is pressure from filial piety, and then there are things to support. Zhao Ji doesn't even have a fart opinion, everything is just a procedure.

The little princess of Chu seemed to be too shy to hide in the apse and not come out, which made the filial queen laugh loudly. She has reason to laugh, the woman of the Mi family, the princess of the Chu State, will continue to be in charge of the harem of Great Qin. There are successors to the Mi family, and they finally have an explanation for their aunt and homeland. In a few years, Changping and Changwen will run Bashu well, and then go to Bashu to live a leisurely life for the rest of their lives, which is much better than staying in this Xianyang Palace.

Jing Er pouted, now knowing that he was shy. But at noon, the girls in the kiln will seduce people. Especially the eyes that have far surpassed the level of seduction. If she goes out to sell, she is guaranteed to be the top Oiran in Xianyang. Sometimes, the princess will be even more shameless than Sister Yao. Yun Yue's words are really right.

After saying goodbye to filial piety, Jing Er in the dark night swam into his Chengming Hall like a shark in the water. Only here will he take off his disguise. The king of Great Qin, who has become the king of the world, has just stepped into the door of the apse. Then came Gongsun Long's voice: "Minister! Congratulations to the King! (To be continued.) )