Daqin: King of the World

It was the third time that Zulong was patrolling the world. On the way back, he suddenly fell ill and had to rest in the Sand Dune Palace (now Guangzong, Hebei).

However, instead of getting better, the condition is getting worse...

"Che'er, take that sword too now and kill me!"

Ying Zheng, a former hero and roughly ill person, was already dying. He coughed from time to time and said in shocking words.

It's just that those extremely sharp eyes directly covered the figure in the line of sight.

"It seems that the father's time is coming. This is a test for the heir."

Hearing this, the Sixth Prince Ying Che's thoughts flashed quickly, and he could see the intention just now.

Today is exactly the ninth day of July. According to the history recorded by later generations, it is less than three days before the death of the Zulong.

"Da Qin will not die for the second generation!"

Reminiscent of the collapse of the empire of Connaught University, filled with too many regrets, Ying Che's hands in his sleeves clenched tightly.

"Bah!"

In response, Ying Zheng, who no longer said one more word, threw Tai A Jian in front of the sixth son.

"Om!"

Knowing a general Ying Che from the bottom of my heart, naturally, without any hesitation, he directly drew out the First Emperor's Sabre-Tai Ah.

"brush!"

With a flash of cold light in front of him, the extremely sharp Tai Ah Jian easily broke through the obstacle, and then cut off the crown of hair on the top of Ying Zheng's head.

Immediately afterwards, a large pile of hair fell down and spread all over the ground in the palace.

"Very good, courageous and strategic, not in vain."

Ying Zheng's eyes did not blink, and there was a slight approval in the abyss-like eyes.

have to say!

Yingzheng was worthy of the title of the emperor of the ages. During this period, there was almost no fear at all, but rather appeared to be quite calm.

"Just now I ordered you to kill me with Tai'a sword. Why don't you do it, you can be found guilty?"

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and the awe-inspiring vibe of Ying Zheng burst out, and the prestige formed over the years swept the hall.

Not to mention it was Prime Minister Li Si, even the star of the battlefield Wang Jian would not be able to bear it.

"My father ordered his sons and officials to wield the Tai'a sword for the order of the Qin emperor, to replace life and death with a crown, and to win the royal family's filial piety."

Looking directly at that gaze, Ying Che didn't retreat in the slightest, and said in a relatively calm tone.

"Che'er, you have to think clearly, according to the Daqin Law, you will be punished with a decisive decision."

Withdrawing the gaze that had just been cast, Ying Zheng's tone dropped suddenly, as cold as a cold sky.

"Children's sentences are true, and there is absolutely no false statement."

Knowing that you must not let go now, Ying Che stood up and said loudly.

"Decisively and ruthlessly, the foundation that emperors must have, benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, and the tolerance of civil and military."

When I heard this, Yingzheng became more awe-inspiring on the surface, and on the other hand, the more he wanted to test it, he already had initial satisfaction.

However, compared with Daqin, where internal worries are greater than external worries, everything is far from enough.

"Zhang Qing, cut off the sixth prince Ying Che!"

Seeing the sixth son who was still sticking to it, Ying Zheng suddenly increased his pressure, and his tone became colder and colder.

"Here, Your Majesty."

As soon as the voice fell, the Nanya Forbidden Army General Lang Han, Zhang Han, appeared in sight for the first time.

"Cheer, it's still too late. Admitting mistakes is not a bad thing."

Noting Zhang Han stepping into the Dune Palace, Ying Zheng looked at Che'er in front of him again, exerting even higher psychological pressure.

Only with a strong psychological quality and a quiet city can the whole world be controlled.

"Father, the son is still the same sentence."

I heard that Ying Che would be in a mess and chose to stick to it.

"Che'er, I hope it wasn't a momentary support. I'm waiting and waiting for Da Qin's second-generation emperor."

Next is the key part of the test, Ying Zheng muttered to himself, and then observed the sixth son's every move.

"Ding, it is detected that the host is facing a big bet, do you use the resurrection card now?"

"I don't use it now..."

Hearing the prompt from the system, Ying Che did not rush to use the precious resurrection opportunity, but directly said negatively.

This is an earth-shattering gambling on the throne. Victory becomes the heir of the Zulong, thus taking control of the entire Daqin Empire, while defeating uses the resurrection card to start from scratch.

"The emperor's order must not be violated, and filial piety must not be violated. Even though the children are dead, they will not be shaken!"

Ying Che, who knew everything well, directly replaced the scene of seeing death as home, and said with awe-inspiring justice.

Immediately, he slowly lifted the Tai'a sword and put it around his neck, and then applied a gentle force.

"Sixth Prince, no!"

Seeing that the sharp Tai'a sword was about to pierce, Zhang Han, who had always been highly concentrated, knocked the Tai'a sword into the air at the moment of his death.

There was not a trace of blood on Ying Che's neck. It was obviously arranged by Ying Zheng deliberately.

"Well, being so cruel to myself, it would be even worse to others."

Looking at the details of the whole process, even if Ying Zheng appeared to be particularly calm, there was an uproar in his heart.

Facing the absolute threat of Death, he still appeared expressionless, even worse than himself.

"Cheer, just openly rebelled, do you know that you have lost the eligibility for the throne?"

Without the bitter coldness before, Ying Zheng's tone was not hurried, and he used another big killer.

After finishing speaking, his eyes were still fixed on the sixth son, insight into everything that was wrong.

"If you do it again, the son will still do this, and will not change half of the points from beginning to end."

Just to tell the father, Ying Che can be said to be full of decisiveness, without the slightest fear.

"The style is fierce enough, decisive enough, and calm enough."

Listening to the Zhengzheng words that echoed in his ears, Ying Zheng's frowning eyebrows suddenly loosened, and he returned to the spirited spirit of more than 20 years ago.

In Da Qin in a period of change, the second generation of emperor must be absolutely ruthless and have an extremely calm mind to be eligible to inherit the throne of own.

As for Fusu, the eldest son of the prince, he was only suitable for being the king of the flourishing age.

"I'm tired, let's go on..."

There was no mention of the heir to the prince, Ying Zheng waved his hand, no emotions could be heard in his indifferent tone.

"Here!"

Gambled to achieve a crucial victory, and the whole body was loose. Ying Che arched his hands as a ceremony and exited the hall with Zhang Han.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

As if the test just now exhausted his life's energy, Ying Zheng coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood stained the brocade cloth in his hand.

"The remnants of the six kings, the clowns hiding in the dark, didn't you think about it..."

"Even if I die, Da Qin, there is still a more ruthless master than me!"

As he spoke, Ying Zheng, who was beginning to return to the light, turned his pale face a lot rosy. *

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