The wind is so cold that people don't want to say a word, and they will lose their temperature when they open their mouths.

It's winter again, and the first snow in Yongcheng has already fallen yesterday, laying a thin silver carpet on the ground, wrapped in silver, and the winter branches wear white clothes.

The snow is shining.

Poets of the Tang Dynasty would give birth to poetry and improvise a poem.

The painters of the Fu Song Dynasty would spread out the rice paper and resort to pen and ink for all the painting intentions, so as to create a picture scroll that can be passed down to the world and is worth a thousand gold.

It's a pity that this era is the Qin Dynasty, the violent Qin.

The Qin people, who are barely satisfied, do not have the word romance in their bones, and they are far inferior to the Chu people who pursue "Lisao".

They complained about the freezing weather, and continued to work with sad faces, thinking about how to survive the next cold winter.

The snow does not turn cold into snow.

They trampled the pure and flawless snow into black pitch, then shrunk and crossed their arms to rub it, hoping that the sun in the sky would be a little hotter, smacking their lips and remembering the sacrificial pork they had eaten at the New Year's sacrifice that had just passed.

The morning went by like that.

In the afternoon, a news from Xianyang detonated the deserted Yongcheng.

[The first emperor, the last order: his younger brother Chang'an Jun Ying Cheng Cheng ascended the throne. 】

The shopkeeper of the grain shop who was measuring the rice dropped the bucket, the patrolling city defense army stood in place and could not move half a step, and the Yongcheng County Commander, who released the news, sat on a chair covered with sheepskin and was stunned.

The First Emperor, dead?

How could the First Emperor die!

This must be the rumor spread by those remnants of the Six Nations!

The words are chaotic, and the dark waves flow.

The officials, merchants, people, scholars, and concubines of Yongcheng couldn't believe that this news was true, and they spontaneously attributed it to the conspiracy of the Six Kingdoms, even if they didn't know what a conspiracy was in their lives.

However, there are no rumors within Hangu Pass, especially in the county town surrounded by high walls.

"Qin Law": False accusation and other crimes, the same crime as the scattered.

On weekdays, there are rumors such as the Zhang family's father-in-law picking up ashes and the Li family's boy being short, as long as he doesn't make trouble with the official mansion, of course no one cares.

However, all rumors involving national policies, generals and celebrities, such as General Meng Tian's death in Yanmen, the government will investigate and find out, and the spreaders will trace all the way to the source, and they will not let go of any of them.

Whenever there is a major event, there are always folk songs spread out of nowhere in various countries.

For example, before Handan was broken, the six characters "Li Mu died, Zhao Guo died" was widely circulated among Zhao Guo.

But in the Qin State, since the Shang Dynasty changed the law, there has never been such a rumor and chaos incident.

The Qin people simply didn't want to believe that the First Emperor who led them to become the only country in the world would die. Even the horsemen who galloped on the gallop and wanted to send this news to all parts of Guanzhong were in a trance and did not believe the yellow paper in the bag.

Guanzhong's ban on the use of paper was lifted, and the soft, Xuanhu, and easy-to-preserve paper replaced the bamboo slips that had been used for thousands of years.

This afternoon passed quickly, and the shocked Yongcheng people were still in shock whether they were in the cold room or in the charcoal burning conservatory.

The cold can freeze the people's bodies and their minds.

The conservatory can warm the outside of the rich, but not their hearts.

The First Emperor, is he really dead?

The distance between the First Emperor and them is farther than heaven and earth, but they still can't sleep for the First Emperor, this is a sleepless night for the people of Yongcheng.

Curfew, Yongcheng, which is not noisy during the day, is even quieter at night.

On the wide avenue, the carriage drawn by four horses of pure black without a trace of variegated color was as large as a house.

They walked unhurriedly, for the reins in their mouths did not strain them, and the usual soldiers around them did not run.

From time to time, they lowered their horses' heads, raised their horseshoes slightly, and then fell heavily, and the horseshoe on the new nail gave them a different feeling from their past lives.

The carriage stopped in front of a huge mansion.

The curtain of the car was standing on the wheel, and Zhang Han, who was still wearing iron skull armor in cold weather, opened it from the outside.

Ying Cheng's head poked out first, looked at the sky, and looked around.

Then the feet stepped out of the carriage without hurrying, and the rhythm was the same as that of the four black horses pulling the cart.

He walked to the huge mansion, which looked indistinguishable from the nearby mansions, and on the way he raised his right arm and swung it again and again, and the soldiers who were supposed to accompany him stopped.

Ying Cheng, who walked to the door of the huge mansion, did not stop, but walked another twenty steps and walked to the door of the mansion next to the huge mansion.

Ying Chengcheng was only two or three steps away from the gate of this mansion, and before he could grab the beast head knocker on the two gates and knock, the door opened.

He paused in his footsteps, not completing two or three steps.

"Your prestige, no one can replace it, is enough to take the Qin State to the peak. It's stupid to fake your death for the sake of those rats in the gutter, and to buy and return the pearls. ”

Ying Chengcheng was wearing a crown dress embroidered with a bird, wearing a crown of heaven, and said with an expressionless face.

The man in front of him was dressed in a black brocade robe, without a crown or a tie in his hair, and allowed his medium-length hair to flutter in the wind.

The door was open, and Ying Chengcheng stood outside the mansion, and twenty steps away was the horse king chariot that symbolized the main car of the Great Qin Empire.

The man who was extremely inadequate in the eyes of Ying Chengcheng stood in the mansion, holding the two doors with both hands, all drunk and gloating with schadenfreude written on his face.

The ground outside the mansion was muddy and wet, and pedestrians were weaving, and with the help of the golden crow, they stepped on the already thin snow.

Except for a series of footprints behind the beaten man, the floor was still pure white.

The man opened his mouth and burped, and white mist rose from his mouth, quickly melting into the cold wind.

"You're here to ask me about your sins?"

"Only the emperor can call himself the word 'I', and you are also worthy of it?"

Ying Zheng smiled even more happily, white qi continued to come out of his mouth, and his mouth was like a boiling teapot mouth.

"It's a little domineering, hahaha, I call myself like this, what are you going to do? Acting according to Qin's laws, what about the three clans of Yizhen? ”

“……”

Ying Zheng let go of a door with one hand, and moved a step to the left, letting go of half of his body.

"Come in and talk!"

Ying Cheng was motionless.

"Who are you? Worthy of inviting me? ”

"I'm your brother!"

"My brother is dead."

Ying Chengcheng waved his hand vigorously in front of his mouth and nose to dispel the rich smell of wine in front of him.

"My brother doesn't like to drink, he is a big-minded, fearless of hardships and dangers, and only a scheming emperor. And not a sneaky drunken rat hiding in the gutter. ”

Ying Zheng just laughed non-stop, and his younger brother's sharp words fell on his ears and automatically turned into jokes, which was really funny.

"Wei Zhuang, come out to see me."

Ying Cheng raised his voice slightly, and his voice came out fifty steps.

When he was talking to the First Emperor, neither of them was loud, and ten paces away was replaced by the howling of the cold wind.

The fact that the first emperor did not die cannot be known to the Lang officials who followed Ying Chengcheng.

"Your Majesty."

Wei Zhuang, who was born with white hair, appeared from under the eaves, stood behind Ying Cheng, and bowed slightly.

Ying Chengcheng ignored it, and said to Ying Zheng, who was not surprised:

"Take all your people away, I don't want to see other sand mixed with quicksand."

"Haha, okay."

Ying Zheng, who smiled and agreed, was about to turn around and leave in front of his younger brother, frowning.

Is the gas so big?

Sighing, he said:

"You can't succeed to the throne tomorrow, Guiguzi has calculated the time of the day, and there will be heavy snow at noon, which will last for two and a half hours, and it will fall to the ground one foot."

Violent Qin doesn't have the five words Ruixue Zhaofeng Year.

The heavier the snow, the colder the weather and the harder it is to survive the winter.

When the succession ceremony is held, a foot of snow falls from the sky, which is not a good omen, but a bad omen.

"Huh."

Ying Cheng sneered.

This was the first expression Ying Zheng saw, and his blushing face showed annoyance, and he patiently persuaded bitterly:

"I know you don't believe in Providence, and neither do I. But you have just ascended the throne, the death of the queen mother and Ganluo, and the support of the old ministers and your disciples, can ask you to say everything in the court. But among the people, your reputation is still a madman, and your heels have not yet stood firm, you have to take into account the people's hearts."

Ying Chengzhi returned to his expressionless face and interrupted coldly.

"Haven't you always believed in the people's will?"

"What I said about the people's will is not the same thing as what you said, I don't need to please the people, I need the people to join the army and serve me, I"

Ying Chengcheng interrupted again unceremoniously.

"I don't want to hear it."

"You ......"

Ying Zheng was angry at the back of Ying Chengcheng who turned away.

What he said was all good words, and they were all old and experienced words about being an emperor, why didn't this guy listen to it!

Ying Chengcheng lowered his head expressionlessly, not daring to look up at his Wei Zhuang's side.

Retreat behind the scenes as a vertical, secretly make moves to force me to take over, very happy, right? And now?

You only think that you can't help yourself, but you don't think that from beginning to end, the person who can make the final decision is you sitting on the throne?

I just want to inherit the happiness of the shaft, I don't want to inherit the helplessness of the shaft, what good things do you want?

He looked up at the starry and dark sky.

Tomorrow is his succession ceremony, in this Yongcheng with the ancestral shrine of the Qin State.

It's snowing, he knows.

Born to the military minister, and for the civil official Tai Shi Da told him.

In addition to compiling history books, Tai Shiling's main job is to read astronomy and calendars, and plan the spring and autumn harvest of the coming year.

Although coupled with the strength of those Yin and Yang Doctors, Taishida's weather forecast is not as accurate as Guiguzi's inference time and snowfall, and it is only said that there is heavy snowfall.

But Ying Chengcheng did know the news of the snowfall.

"Let the blizzard come harder."

Muttering to himself, dispersing into the cold wind.

"Do as the man says."

"Yui."

The two gates closed, and Weizhuang disappeared.

"Uncle has become king, and he has begun to exclude dissidents."

Ah Fang, who was middle-looking, was wearing a snow-white fox fur and a fluffy gray rabbit fur hat on his head, and said with some emotion.

She had been standing behind the door listening to the brothers' conversation, ready to intervene as soon as they quarreled.

Ying Chengcheng has always respected her, the imperial sister-in-law.

The First Emperor pulled his hands, which were obviously wearing thick clothes and still cold.

"Nonsense, that shaft is worried about my safety. You go to sleep first, and I will go back to my room after asking Wang Chan about something. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Ah Fang's mouth.

"Then Your Majesty should be earlier, the girl from Mi Chu is angry, and the concubine can't hold it down."

Ying Zheng squeezed the fine gentleman's hand hard and smiled knowingly.

"Okay."

Leaving the heavily guarded Xianyang Palace, he took off the queen's dress of the mother's world, and his house gradually returned to its former vivid and playful original appearance.

The thin snow in the courtyard added a series of footprints leading to Guiguzi's residence.

In the house, Ying Zheng warned his brother not to succeed to the throne tomorrow, and his brother interrupted the refusal twice and told Guiguzi about it.

"This erection and I am so angry that I don't even care about state affairs!"

Guiguzi said leisurely:

"Your Excellency is still honorable, but you are no longer the emperor. If you don't obey the advice, you have no choice but to do it. ”

Ying Zheng's face was angry and annoyed, and they all appeared.

Guiguzi Quiet Road:

"With the temperament of Chang'an Jun, eighty percent deliberately chose the succession ceremony on this snowy day. Chang'anjun is not angry with Your Excellency, but the bigger the snow, the more he is satisfied. ”

The wind is throwing a little tantrum, blowing around.

Zhang Han stood under the carriage and looked at the figure blocked by Yingcheng's body.

The Lang officials twenty steps away only stared at Ying Chengyun intently, they didn't care who the person in front of Chang Anjun was, the more things they knew, the faster they would die.

What they care about is the safety of Chang'anjun.

After the succession ceremony was held in Yongcheng at dawn, Chang'anjun was Qin II.

"Wei Zhuang, come out to see me."

Chang Anjun's voice suddenly sounded, and they clenched Changge in their hands, and their legs were about to charge.

A figure suddenly fell from under the eaves, like a swallow that didn't have time to fly to the south and froze to its nest, and the corpse fell behind Chang Anjun!

"Stand by now!"

Zhang Han's order was faster than the actions of the Lang officials, and the Lang officials who got the military order took root in place.

At this time, unless Chang Anjun issued an order, or Chang Anjun faced a crisis, they would not take a step.

Still holding on tightly, his thighs accumulating strength, to ensure that they could get out as soon as the command arrived.

Seeing the white-haired man bending down behind Chang Anjun, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It turned out to be the Shadow Guard.

The officials who followed the First Emperor's eastern tour thought to themselves.

The shadow guards who appeared at the top of Mount Tai were a secret that could not be told to them.

I didn't know this secret, and the officials who were on duty in Xianyang Palace during the first emperor's eastern tour did not have the slightest intention of exploring this secret from their colleagues who knew it.

The curious Lang officials are dead.

Only Zhang Han knew the truth in the field, it was not the shadow secret guard, but the quicksand leader Wei Zhuang, who was His Majesty's person.

He looked at Wei Zhuang, looked at Wei Zhuang's head that had been lowered, and did not raise it until Chang Anjun passed by, and there were some waves in his heart.

He also wanted to return to the First Emperor.

After following Chang Anjun for a few days, he found that Chang Anjun was different from the First Emperor in many ways.

Just like this night walk, if the First Emperor had parked the convoy outside the mansion instead of the next mansion twenty paces away.

The First Emperor would take him and the two Lang officials to meet the people, and afterwards bury the two Lang officials and give the families of the two Lang officials rich rewards.

will not be like Chang Anjun, who wants them to wait in a safe area and go alone.

Zhang Han was a little grateful in his heart, but he didn't understand it even more - the safety of the king is the most important!

Lifting the curtain, Zhang Han admonished when Ying Cheng entered the carriage of the king of horses.

"Please call Shanghan on your next trip."

Ying Cheng turned his head, his left and right shoulders alternately, and his gurgling voice was like a dragon stretching his spine, and he said with interest:

"Are you afraid that I will be assassinated?"

Zhang Han didn't say anything, he could say this kind of thing to Chang'anjun before Taishan sealed Zen, but not to Chang'anjun, who will be Qin II tomorrow.

"Come, find a place and let's compete."

Ying Chengcheng patted Zhang Han on the shoulder.

"Yui."

Zhang Han replied helplessly.

He doesn't want to compete with Ying Cheng, it makes no sense, Ying Cheng has a gun, and he is invincible if he fights alone, but a gun can't prevent all assassinations.

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[PS: It's been difficult to get through this month, the more you write to the back, the more careful you are, you can't write as casually as at the beginning, a book, it's like painting a picture, you can splash ink at will at the beginning, but in the back, you have to be careful, because once you make a mistake, you will ruin the whole painting! Nagging a couple of sentences, today is updated 2 hours in advance, in fact, it is just to ask for a monthly pass, guys, in the last two hours of the month, enjoy the monthly pass! 】

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