Get! Get! Get!

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded, the eldest son of the Great Qin Empire, all along, the prince Fusu, who was competing with the crown prince Ming Xiaoyang for the position of prince, turned his horse's head and turned towards his mansion before he was about to arrive at the gate of the palace.

Looking at the back of Gongzi Fusu leaving, Gai Nie couldn't help but sigh in his heart: After today, there will be no suspense in the battle for the prince of the empire.

Tian Yan, who hid in the carriage and never showed up, saw Fusu's departing back through the gap, and a trace of guilt crossed his face.

"What, are you feeling guilty?" Capturing the unnaturalness in Tian Yan's expression, Dongfang Undefeated said coldly.

Tian Yan sighed: "There is a little bit. ”

In other words, there is only a little bit of guilt about Fusu.

Duanmu Rong said in a condensed voice: "Since you have done it, then don't regret it." ”

Tian Yan nodded and said: "I don't regret it, it's just that I just feel a little guilty, Gongzi Fusu is not as good as Yingzihe." ”

"Even without me, he can't be Yingzihe's opponent."

As he spoke, a pair of bright and soft eyes crossed the depths of his inner fear.

To this day, she still shuddered at Ming Xiaoyang's secret.

Noticing the change in Tian Yan's expression, Concubine Yan's mother and daughter and others couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

That man named Ming Xiaoyang was so terrible that they didn't even dare to betray him and betray his secrets now.

"It's time to get there, Miss Duanmu, you can come down."

Inside the carriage, a group of female dependents were terrified of the plight of their son Fusu and the secret of the man beside them.

Outside the carriage, Ming Xiaoyang's voice came, beckoning Duanmu Rong to get off the train.

Hearing the call of the person she hated and hated the most, Duanmu Rong sighed in her heart: It's time to come, it's finally here.

At that moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted and he walked down.

Not far away, is the towering Imperial Palace.

In the palace, there is a being who presides over the fate of all of them.

The First Emperor Wins the Government!

Since Yan Dan became the son of the Mo family, what he gave to the Mo family is that Yingzheng is evil and brutal, and this absurd empire should be destroyed.

In this world, only when there is a situation of many countries once again is in line with the will of the people of the world. However, among these high-level Mo family leaders, except for Tianming, no one has ever seen Yingzheng.

The Ying Zheng they know, even the Prince of Qin, is just a very abstract concept, and they don't know what the real Ying Zheng looks like, and they don't necessarily want to know.

Gai Nie once again stood at the gate of the palace that he had been in and out of countless times, and sighed in his heart, it turns out that I have been back here after going around for so long.

"Guys, let's go." Ming Xiaoyang stood in front of everyone, taking Ku Ding, Master Ban, Xu Fuzi, Gai Nie, Duanmu Rong, and even Tianming, looking at the palace that belonged to his father, and greeted the people behind him.

looked at the team he brought back, and said, "Sister Yanfei, you go back first." ”

"Don't worry." Concubine Yan's gentle voice came from inside the carriage, "This girl will take a good look at these women of yours and won't let them fight." ”

The wheels of the car turned again, and surrounded by hundreds of ironclad soldiers, everything that Ming Xiaoyang brought back headed towards his mansion.

Duanmu Rong's face turned pale, and the thought of going to see the cruel and unkind First Emperor made her a little unsteady, and Gai Nie hurriedly held one of her hands and comforted her wordlessly.

Tianming's expression is unclear, his face is intertwined with admiration and hatred, and nostalgia is entangled with pain.

But no matter what they think, it all has to begin.

Ming Xiaoyang took the lead and walked towards the palace with everyone, and the guards guarding the gate of the palace had obviously waited for the order from the first emperor, and they were separated, allowing Ming Xiaoyang to take a group of fugitives wanted by the empire to the palace.

"Meet His Royal Highness the Prince."

"I've seen the prince."

"Your Highness, please!"

I haven't come back for a while, and the palace is still familiar with Ming Xiaoyang, and along the way, everyone I met knelt down and saluted.

Prince Qin, who was a little frivolous in the past, also showed his lofty style, looking forward to it, looking at the world.

After a short time, the group went straight to the front of the main hall.

The two magnet-cast doors were closed, exuding a terrifying attraction to the iron objects on the crowd.

No one, don't even think of entering the temple with a weapon!

Creak!

Ming Xiaoyang raised his hands high, pushed flat on the palace gate, and pushed the gate open.

The main hall is solemn and solemn, dressed in a black robe, no matter how you look at it, no more than thirty years old, but the first emperor Yingzheng, who has already become a father and even a grandfather, sits on the dragon chair, holding a brush in his hand, correcting the music in front of him.

Even if Ming Xiaoyang walked in with everyone, he couldn't make the First Emperor raise his head, as if he didn't know that someone had walked in.

However, except for Ming Xiaoyang, everyone else couldn't help but feel a burst of fear from within, only to feel that what they and the others were facing was not a person at all, but a dragon.

A dragon that reigns over the world and is proud of China!

There was a bit of indifference between the slender eyebrows, but nothing could be hidden from him; In the dark eyes, there is a penetrating wisdom; The Tianwen Sword on his waist was hidden deep in the scabbard, like the most ordinary ornament, but the majesty of the Sword of the Son of Heaven had already spread.

In an instant, Duanmu Rong, Xu Fuzi, Master Ban, and Ku Ding, who hated Yingzheng to the bone, actually had an urge to kneel on the ground.

Compared with him, Yan Dan is simply a joke.

"The son visits his father." Ming Xiaoyang knelt down on one knee, bowed down at the feet of his father who had been recited for thousands of years, and said in a deep voice.

"Wechen greets Your Majesty!" After Ming Xiaoyang, Gai Nie also moved, this imperial sword saint, as if he had not betrayed so far, bowed to the ground with the most deferential attitude he had ever been, and surrendered in front of Yingzheng.

"Uncle." Seeing that the uncle who regarded him as a father bowed down in front of Yingzheng, Tianming called.

The brush in Ying Zheng's hand was still walking on the paper pieces, and after a long time, Fang put down the ink-stained brush in his hand and raised his head.

The dragon's head is raised, and it is majestic.

The majesty of the first emperor of the ages, how can it be compared to Duanmu Rong, Xu Fuzi and others, and that handsome and extraordinary, full of majesty of the face, was seen by the penetrating sword eyes, Duanmu Rong, Xu Fuzi, Master Ban, Ku Ding and others were no longer able to stand up straight, and their knees weakened one after another, and they fell down in front of Yingzheng.

The group of people who hated Yingzheng the most, after Yu Yingzheng really appeared in front of them, he didn't even have the courage to stand.

How ridiculous this is!

In an instant, in front of Ying Zheng, only one Tianming was still standing.