In front of the Fen River ferry, Yang Ming, who walked out of Taihang Mountain, came here and saw a small boat by the river, and there was a small person on the boat.

"Are you going to cross the river?" The little man stood up from the bow of the boat and raised a small face with freckles on either side of his cheek.

"Is it to cross the river, how much does it cost?" Yang Ming looked at the villain in front of him, and in his mind, a name slowly emerged: Dui Li, an unlucky little girl, a little girl who should have died at this time.

"It only costs three bucks." The carp stretched out his three little fingers and said.

"It's not expensive, but I don't have to take a boat to get there." Yang Ming, who was in a completely relaxed mood, even wanted to tease this little girl at this time.

"You don't have to take a boat to cross the river? Are you a bird in the sky or a fish in the water? Dui Carp said curiously.

"I am neither a bird nor a fish." Yang Ming had already stepped on the water when he spoke, and in the shocked eyes of the little girl, Yang Ming was on the water, but he was walking on the ground.

"Look, I can walk over there." Yang Ming walked from the water to the small boat path of the carp.

"Are you a god?" Dui Li looked at the scene in front of her, her eyes rolling, and having a mind beyond her current age had already made her think of many things.

"Immortals are invisible, but they are still human." Yang Ming walked up to the bow of the boat and looked at the carp with more scrutiny in his eyes.

Dui Li, a little girl who would have been a member of the Eight Linglong, a little girl who likes to play with balls and can make several other companions fearful.

Dui Carp didn't know martial arts during his lifetime, so why did he become a member of the Eight Linglong after death that his companions were afraid of? What is the reason, Yang Ming can see a hint at this time.

The little carp turned out to be a genius, a genius with a special talent in spirit, just like a killer who killed the word in the net, he had a special talent.

"Do you still need a ferry?" Tsui asked expectantly.

"One penny." Yang Ming stretched out a finger and said.

"Two bucks." Bargaining with the carp.

"Deal." Yang Ming agreed very simply this time.

When Yang Ming returned to Tunliu City, the entire city had already killed the heads of the people, and in the Cheng Chan rebel army, the commander and the officers on it had all been beheaded for the crime of joint sitting, but this was not the end, the order from Xianyang was to sit down to the centurion level of officers, nearly 100,000 troops, centurions, that were more than 900 people, more than 900 heads, and behind them were more than 900 families and thousands of people.

"This is an order from the Xiangguo Mansion?" Yang Ming took over the list from Wang Qian, and when Yang Ming returned to Tunliu City, he was the person with the highest official position and the heaviest title here.

"Yes, Lord Protector, even sitting at the level of centurion, it is too much, they are all the real elites of the army, they have never died on the battlefield, but they died in the hands of their own people because of the rebellion of Cheng Zhi, it is really unspeakable." Wang Jian said.

"You might say these things to Lu Xiangguo?" Yang Ming asked rhetorically, and among the bamboo slips he unfolded, there were names listed one after another, which were the more than nine hundred centurions who were about to be beheaded for sitting together.

Wang Jian is not honest, he is ready to save these people for his own use, but he himself does not make a move, but pouts to let himself take action, and resists the pressure from Xiangguofu in front.

"The last general is soft-spoken, and on the side of the Xiangguo Mansion, there is really no room for speech." Under Yang Ming's scrutiny, Wang Jian said without changing his face.

This is a real human spirit.

"Huh." Yang Ming laughed noncommittally and said, "I'll sell you a favor, these people stay, Xiangguo Mansion, I'll explain." ”

"General Wang, you have to remember that you owe me a favor." Yang Ming emphasized.

Hearing Yang Ming say this, Wang Jian already knew that Yang Ming had already seen his intentions, and if he pretended to be any longer, he would really not be on the road, so he said: "The favor of Lord Protector this time, Wang Jian will remember it in his heart, and he will be rewarded in the future." ”

"These more than 900 people are the real elite of the army, with them as the skeleton, you can easily control a large army, General Wang, this favor is not small." Yang Ming reminded.

"It's just picking up people's teeth and wisdom, if there is no Dragon and Tiger Forbidden Army of the Protector in front, how can the last general think of this matter." Wang Jian said humbly.

"You've got a good boss." Yang Ming said meaningfully.

At this time, Yang Ming was almost sure that Wang Jian had caught up with Qin Wangzheng, and this Qin Wangzheng, who lived in Xianyang Palace, had unconsciously stretched out his tentacles within the Qin State, until one day, he would give the Qin State, and even the world, a big surprise.

A hundred battles of armor-piercing soldiers are going to start in this tunliu city.

The battle of Qin Wangzheng in the seventh year of the attack on Zhao, because of Cheng Chan's rebellion, can only end in a tigerly way, and this incident is the helplessness of Qin in the eyes of the Six Kingdoms.

But in the eyes of the few people in power in the Qin State, it was a completely different matter, anyway, this was a matter where only Cheng Chan lost his blood capital, and all parties felt that they had earned.

And when Yang Ming was about to return to Xianyang, an edict from Xianyang appeared in Yang Ming's hands.

The Dragon and Tiger Forbidden Army was stationed in Xingyang to deter South Korea, which was about to move in the rebellion of Chengcheng.

Looking at the big seals of Xianyang Palace, Ganquan Palace and Xiangguo Mansion covered in the edict, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile, a strong army like the Dragon and Tiger Forbidden Army was stationed in Shanglin Yuan, which really made many people unpleasant, after all, Shanglin Yuan was too close to Xianyang City.

But who knew that the transfer of the Dragon and Tiger Forbidden Army from Shanglin Yuan to Xingyang was not something that Yang Mingzheng wanted to see?

South Korea, when Zinu separated from Yang Ming in Luoyi, Yang Ming was already watching it, from exchanging the Wei State Luo Net Branch with Lu Buwei for the South Korean Luo Net Branch, and then to today's edict on the transfer of troops, it seems that Yang Ming is losing, but which one is not the result he wants to get.

"It seems that this time I am going to miss the appointment, five years, I can't wait, I hope that when I see you this time, you will still talk to me about that sentence, at that time, I will be disrespectful." Yang Ming put away the edict, and there was already a smile on his face that only he could understand.

When Yang Ming returned to Xianyang, the time was already in mid-September of the seventh year of Qin Wangzheng, and the seventh year of Qin Wangzheng was about to end, and Qin Wangzheng was also in this year, past the age of twenty.

"You should bring back the head of Cheng Chan, so that the mourning family can help you operate, and your merits can go further." In the Ganquan Palace, Zhao Ji said to Yang Ming, who returned empty-handed.

"It's bloody, too lazy to do it yourself, and besides, Cheng Chan is the only younger brother of the king after all, who knows what the king thinks in his heart." Yang Ming explained.

"Of course the king thinks that Cheng Chan is going to die, and the mourning family still doesn't know his own king, but he was raised by the mourning family himself." Zhao Ji said confidently.

Looking at the confident smile on Zhao Ji's face, Yang Ming wanted to reply: No, you don't know him.

Zhao Ji's false self-confidence, but she is not lightly pitied.

However, Yang Ming didn't say this, there was really no need for that, just be careful with yourself, as for the rest, Zhao Ji's head was still simpler, otherwise, not only Qin Wangzheng would have a lot of trouble, but his own troubles were also indispensable.

"Of course Cheng Chan wants to die, but it is a question of who dies in whom, after all, it is a person from the royal family, I will bring his head back, that bloody thing, it will inevitably remind people of many things." Yang Ming groaned.

Killing Cheng Chan, when he gains power, is nothing, but if he loses power, such behavior will inevitably have other meanings, Cheng Chan is such a brother of Qin Wangzheng, Yang Ming can still kill, who else can he not kill?

"You little slippery head, it seems that no one can really pit you." In Yang Ming's reminder, Zhao Ji also reacted.

"The Queen Mother's words are not right, whether it can be a little slippery head depends on the Queen Mother." In front of Zhao Ji, Yang Ming, who was in an extremely relaxed mood, said.

"What?" Zhao Ji was stunned, and then showed a hesitant look, in Yang Ming's playful gaze, Zhao Ji reacted a little, and then came back to his senses, two smears of red light climbed on his cheeks, and said angrily: "Where did you learn these bastard words?" ”

"Talent, talent." Yang Ming said proudly, a person who can make a big goblin like Zhao Ji red-faced and red-eared, looking at the world, is only Yang Ming.

"Shameless talent." Zhao Ji sneered.

"However, then again, because of this incident, many of those people in the clan have begged to mourn the family, because of Cheng Cheng, they are all trembling now, for fear of being implicated." Zhao Ji got down to business.

"Don't pay attention to them, in the Qin State, there is only one person who can deal with the people of the clan without any scruples, we still close the door and live our own small life." Yang Ming reminded.

With a temperament like Zhao Ji, it is completely impossible to go far on the road to power, rather than hitting her head on the top and bleeding, it is better to close the door of Ganquan Palace with peace of mind and enjoy her own small world.

"The mourning family didn't bother to pay attention to them, do the mourning family still remember that after the mourning family and the king returned to Xianyang, those clans that regarded themselves very highly didn't give the mourning family mother and son any good faces, and let the mourning family help them? How is that possible, let the mourning family push them behind and push them to death, the mourning family is very interested. Zhao Ji sneered, she was very vindictive.

"So, just ignore them." Yang Ming said.

"There is another thing, that old guy Lu Buwei handed over the candidate for the post of internal history to the mourning family, what do you think the mourning family should do?" Zhao Ji asked.

Taking advantage of the Cheng Chan incident, many positions could be vacated in the court of the Qin State, the most important of which was the post of internal history.

The Qin State implements the county system, but in Xianyang and the surrounding counties, it is divided into the internal history office, and the post of internal history is coordinated with Xianyang as the core of a radius of hundreds of miles.

Lü Buwei handed over the appointment of this position to Zhao Ji, what was he going to do?

Lü Buwei is an out-and-out businessman, he will never make a loss-making business, what is the motivation for him to hand over such an important position as Neishi?

What did he want in this matter? This is a question worth pondering.

But Yang Ming didn't want to think about it, Zhao Ji couldn't become a person like Empress Dowager Xuan anyway, so it was better to simply promote the matter of Qin Wangzheng's pro-government, and let Qin Wangzheng and Lu Buwei fight.

(End of chapter)