The tall Xianyang Palace is still majestic and magnificent, but the courtiers waiting in front of the palace gate all look blank. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoToday is the day of the Great Pilgrimage, and the King has postponed the Pilgrimage Gathering again. Reason...... Still sick!

Ever since he was frightened by the envoys of the Yan Kingdom, the diligent King of Qin had disappeared from people's eyes. Ten successive court meetings have been postponed, which is unprecedented in the history of the Qin State. The courtiers were all talking, and everyone in the Xuan Room Hall that day saw that the assassin had not injured the king. Why did the king become like this? It could be heard from the chirping that the hearts of the courtiers were full of doubts.

"Silence! Quiet! The new prime minister Ying Ao shouted, and the courtiers immediately fell silent. He is a clan, and he has been a high-ranking person. As soon as he shouted, the courtiers immediately stopped muttering, and they all waited for Ying Ao's words with a respectful look.

"The king is in poor health, and you must not make a mistake when you go back to the headquarters. Wang Qian's army is advancing towards the Yishui River, and military supplies need to be raised quickly. If anyone's errand is smashed and the military situation in front is delayed, the old man will not be merciful. Ying Ao scolded, and the people in front of the palace gate disappeared immediately.

"That's not a problem! Let's go see the king? After the courtiers dispersed, Feng Zheng walked to Ying Ao's side and whispered to discuss. Among the three dukes, Meng Tian led the troops to encounter the current situation outside. It can only be discussed by Feng Zheng and Ying Ao, and no one else is qualified.

"That day, the old man didn't seem to hurt the king. It is true that this frightening disease cannot be cured in a day or two, but it really does not work. There are many important things in the court, and the king has to take the decision. Now Meng Tian and Wang Jian are both using soldiers, but they must not be delayed. ”

"Hmmm! The Imperial Governor's Office found out about Yao Jia's affairs, and such a matter can only be decided by the king. It's a shame that the dignified guest is in charge of the country's foreign affairs. Actually bought for a little bit of money, this time Yan Ren was able to hide the dagger in the map, and he was the one who helped him. ”

"Humph! Such a person should be split in the city and let us enter the palace. See what's wrong with the king? After Ying Ao finished speaking, he strode into Xianyang Palace.

Jing Er became an unstoppable drunkard and drunk himself all day long. Always half-asleep and half-awake, recalling the bits and pieces of my time with Jing Da. Every day, he doesn't comb his face or wash his face, and he is crazy in the Chengming Hall in his robes. The people in the inner palace will face each other with a little disobedience. After those people were killed, Jing Er would hold the corpse and weep bitterly. Whispering unknown words!

Many times the chamberlain wanted to go to the imperial doctor, but there seemed to be an invisible wall in the palace. Those who wanted to go to the Imperial Doctor all disappeared into thin air, as if they had never been in this world. Several times like this, the people in the palace have learned to be obedient. There was no one to do much anymore, and the deacons in the Chengming Hall just served wine and food, and then pestle them like wooden stakes. Being killed proves that he is unlucky, and not being killed is luck.

All the people in the background call the Chengming Hall the Hall of Hades, and they have to entrust valuable things to close friends before they go on errands. As soon as something happens, he takes these things outside the palace to his family.

Ying Ao and Feng Zheng walked to the door of the Chengming Palace, but were stopped by the guards and guards. The token was just handed over to report and was pushed back. "The king is sick! No foreign ministers! Everything is decided by the prime minister and the imperial historian. ”

Ying Ao looked at the guard holding the halberd curiously, he had never seen it. Even if he did, he wouldn't remember such little people. "When can a guard talk to the old man like this, and quickly give the old man a gift. The old man is a clan, and the king can't blame the old man for killing you. Ying Ao grabbed the guard's armor and glared at him.

"The king is sick! No foreign ministers! Everything is decided by the prime minister and the imperial historian. "The guard robot repeats what he just said, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of the threat of Yingao." You......! Ying Ao stretched out his hand but touched the void, and then remembered that when he entered Xianyang Palace, the sword had been untied. After the assassination of the envoys of the Yan State, this prohibition was enforced more and more strictly. Even the prime minister and the imperial doctor, who are the three princes, are not immune! If you want to kill this guard now, you probably have to strangle him alive. Looking at the guards on the back of the tiger, Ying Ao estimated that it would be difficult to strangle him like this.

"The king is sick! No foreign ministers! Everything is decided by the prime minister and the imperial historian. The guard looked at Ying Ao's eyes without humility or arrogance, and said that sentence like a robot again. Ying Ao can't wait to bite this guy in front of him alive!

"Call your Shangguan, what about Meng Yi? Meng Yi, you come out for the old man. Win was so angry that his head smoked, and he let go of the guard. He pulled his neck and began to shout, but no one paid attention to it after shouting for a long time.

Feng Zheng pulled a handful of Ying Ao, even if he shouted in his throat, no one would pay attention to it. Xianyang Palace is so big, Meng Yi wants to avoid them, and it is impossible to find it. Entering the Xianyang Palace is the scope of his guards, and the imperial historian and the prime minister can't help the Zhonglang general appointed by the king himself.

"The king said that if you want us to call the shots, then we will make the calls. In the palace, it's useless for you to shout like this. It is impossible for Meng Yi to see you, and it is impossible for the king to see you. The king seems to be better off doing so when he is sick. Feng Zheng opened the Ying Ao and whispered persuasion. Here, there is nothing to gain but a touch of ash. Since the sick king does not issue decrees indiscriminately, it is the blessing of Great Qin.

Meng Tian is now leading the army outside, and the government is controlled by the two of them, and there will be no big chaos.

"But we always have to look at the king, and now the old man is not at ease."

"What about seeing? The fact that the king is no one now proves that the king is now unsightly. Let's go back to the yamen to do our own errands, and let's just take ideas about small things. Big things are waiting for King Kangyu to talk about it, hum! Just let that guy Yao Jia live a few more days,"

"Will anyone want ......!"

"Silence! How can such a thing be said in the palace. ”

Meng Yi stood on the wall of the palace city, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw these two old guys walk out of Xianyang Palace. Everyone else can say that only these two guys can't stop themselves. However, there seems to be a hidden force helping him, and the eldest brother said that the king is separated from the court. I didn't expect it to be so easy. Look at the meaning of the one in the Chengming Temple, it is to get drunk alive. Maybe tomorrow, it will be possible to swallow your breath!

Thinking of this, Meng Yi turned his head to look at the dozen or so carrier pigeons kept in the cage. When the time comes, we will have to use them for interrogation. (To be continued.) )