"Secret?"

Ying Chengcheng on the side was stunned, and he didn't quite understand what kind of secret his mother had in his hands, which made Baili Jun care so much. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Could it be that this secret is the reason why Baili Jun is willing to venture here and save his mother? Or is it this secret that gave Baili Jun the courage to fight against Yingzheng?

Thinking of this, Ying Chengyun couldn't help but be a little excited, and his eyes became a little hot when he looked at Qi Wen.

He also figured it out, although even if the rebellion was successful, he would not be able to be the real master of the Qin State, but it was much better than living here in a state of confusion.

Moreover, who can tell what is to come? Couldn't he follow the example of his great-ancestor King Qin Zhao and endure for decades?

"Lord Baili thinks that in today's Qin State, which battalion of troops is in the limelight?" Mi Wen smiled and asked about Baili Jun in turn.

"Naturally, it's the big camp." Bai Lijun frowned, a little bit not quite understanding what Mi Wen meant.

"So, does the Bashang battalion have to be the most powerful?" The smile on Mi Wen's face became thicker and thicker, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became larger and larger.

"You mean, Lantian Camp?" Baili Jun frowned, and indeed looked at Qi Wen with some puzzlement.

Although the Lantian battalion has not participated in a major war for more than ten years, in addition to the top commanders, it is more middle and low-level officers who determine the merits of the army.

In fact, when they arrived on the battlefield, it was these officers who could really transmit, complete the orders of the commander-in-chief, boost morale, and take the lead in the charge. Therefore, these officers are the flesh and blood that run through the army.

As for the lowest soldiers, although they are equally important, in fact, anyone who has experienced a war and seen blood can be called a veteran.

Therefore, for the Lantian camp mentioned by Mi Wen, although Baili Jun was very moved, he also had to shake his head helplessly.

"Although the Lantian battalion is elite, there are also many people who are loyal to the King of Qin, and every dispatch must be a tiger talisman, which is not so easy to mobilize."

"You don't have a tiger talisman, that's natural."

Mi Wen's smile remained unchanged, he took two steps forward slightly, looked at Baili Jun's eyes, like a beautiful snake, and spit out the letter and said, "If it is, what if Yingzheng doesn't have it in his hands?" ”

"Ying Zheng doesn't have the Lantian Tiger Talisman in his hand!"

Even with Baili Jun's decades of experience in ups and downs, he couldn't help but be shocked by this news.

The Lantian camp, where the absolute strength of the Qin State lies, has accumulated more than 200,000 main battle troops of the Qin State all year round. It's not about farming, it's just for the sake of conquest. One small training a day, one big training in three days. Such high-intensity training is unique among the six countries.

However, it is such a sharp weapon, and its handle is not in the hands of King Qin!

Only the name and the instrument, not the dummy!

Now, the tiger talisman is not in the hands of Ying Zheng, which means that Ying Zheng is also not qualified to mobilize the Lantian battalion, which is not in the right name.

In the Lantian camp, most of them are the children of the old Qin family, although most of them are from some low-level families, but after all, they are still labeled as Qin, which is not a weapon.

The name and the weapon are lost, this Qin State, no, it should be said that it is the most powerful weapon in the world, and he has a chance to hold it in his hands!

However, immediately, Baili Jun was stunned again. A little gloomy looked at Mi Wen and asked, "Who told you this kind of news, is it credible?" ”

"Of course, this is what the first king told me before he died!" Mi Wen raised his neck slightly, and his expression showed a slight dissatisfaction.

"Good! That's great! ”

Baili Jun finally let go of the last trace of concern in his heart and laughed.

"No wonder, no wonder for so many years, whether it is Ying Zichu or Ying Zheng, they have only called the hegemony to fight in the big battalion. I thought it was because they were the ones who oversaw the camp that they used it so much. Unexpected! Unexpectedly! ”

"If Sima Jun was still here, presumably, Yingzheng's little doll would have been ousted by us a long time ago! Pity! Pity! Actually let him be on the throne for so long! ”

"However, it's good that Sima Jun is dead! After this incident, I can be considered to be able to completely control the Qin system. When the time comes......"

Baili Jun was talking to himself, his voice was getting louder and louder, and the crazy color in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

Qi Wen frowned slightly, and Ying Cheng also showed a trace of worry in the depths of his eyes. The two looked at each other for a moment, and then Gu Jun nodded silently.

Controlling the Qin system and supporting the new king, what will he do when the time comes? The results speak for themselves, and Miwen's mother and son also know it, and everything is in plain sight.

However, now that he has boarded the boat, there is no room for manoeuvre. Either we will reach the other side of success together, or we will bury the belly of the fish together.

……

Inside the palace of King Qin

More than three years have passed in an instant, and there is still not much change here.

However, if you insist on some changes, I'm afraid it's just a few more small figures.

Yes, since the birth of Fusu. Yingzheng added several more heirs, both male and female.

It's not that it's indiscriminate, or it's not single-minded. It's just that as the king of Qin, he has few heirs, which will not only attract the dissatisfaction of the clan, but also attract the attack of the courtiers.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Yingzheng does not want his eldest son Fusu, who is now the prince of Great Qin, to become an indecisive person again in the future.

The road ahead is very far, even if Yingzheng now has the method of cultivating immortals, he is not sure whether he can go further and reach that admirable realm.

A qualified heir is always a must.

And in order to cultivate such an heir, competition must exist. Although it is cruel, but being born in the family of an emperor and enjoying everything far beyond others should also pay such a price.

In the hall of the Ying Zheng Office, which specializes in handling government affairs, a petite figure sat quietly on the side. Next to him were a boy of about seven or eight years old and a boy of fifteen.

Although the three of them were not very old, they were equally attentively listening to the lecture of a handsome man in front of them.

"Small knowledge cannot make things, and small loyalty cannot make the main law. Prince, do the two Mengzi understand? Han Fei picked up a wine bottle and asked with a chuckle.

Fusu and the younger child beside him, Gu Jun shook their heads ignorantly. The fifteen-year-old boy thought for a while before he nodded.

At this time, another man in an official uniform walked up to Han Fei's side. The eyes are peaceful, but they are not arrogant, which makes people feel a little stern.

Li Si flicked his sleeves lightly, bowed slightly to Fusu, and then opened his mouth to explain.

Leese explained slowly, as rigorously as he looked. Although it is a bit boring, it is also very detailed and easy to understand.

After Li Si finished explaining, Fusu and the two boys of the Meng family got up together and saluted respectfully: "Thank you for your teaching." ”

However, before the three of Fusu sat down again, a person walked into the main hall.

"Subordinates meet the king!" Ruthlessly knelt on one knee with a somewhat solemn expression.

Fusu saw the person who came clearly, and muttered to himself in his heart. He knew that when he saw the cold ruthlessness in front of him, it meant that they had to stop teaching.

However, this time, Ying Zheng waved his hand surprisingly, stopping the three Fusu and even Han Feili Si from preparing to leave.

"Say!" Ying Zheng's voice is still full of undoubted majesty.

"Wang Ling has changed, Mrs. Wang Jinwen has fled!"