First Emperor’s Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back.

Ninety-five Supreme.

Majestic eyes glanced at the spot.

Actually, inside.

Ying Zheng had no objection to this proposal.

You know, these chatty Confucian scholars who write and scold themselves all day long.

Every time I scolded myself like a dog.

Zulong also has a temper!

They are not pleasing to the eye.

However, taking into account that they are somewhat knowledgeable.

On the rivers and lakes, among the hundreds of schools of thought, they have some influence.

So, never got around to it.

However, if.

They really pissed themselves off.

It is not impossible to lead a teacher to step on the Confucian sect!

Let them know why the flowers are so red!

Let them know how Qin Jian ruled the world!

Blame yourself, you can!

However, scold the widow's precious daughter.

Can't stand it!

Noticing that Ying Zheng didn't say anything, Ying Lan already understood.

Zulong did not object to his proposal.

Immediately, the heart became more and more firm.

Undiminished, with murderous eyes, he looked around at the scholar in front of him.

The violent murderous aura made them unable to lift their shoulders.

At this moment, one of the Confucian scholars kneeling on the ground.

He stood up tremblingly.

Full of anger.

Pointing at Ying Lan, he said angrily.

"You, you, you want to kill us scholars, you are a devil! You will be punished by God!"

"Humph! God's condemnation? Ridiculous!"

"Do you think those of us on the battlefield, the guys who climbed out of the dead pile, would care about this?"

Ying Lan said coldly.

"Today is a festival for my Daqin people to offer sacrifices to autumn rituals and pray for a good harvest and good weather."

"And you are here to disturb the festival, and you are messing around!"

"According to Qin's law, behead!"

Finished.

In Ying Lan's eyes, murderous intent suddenly appeared.

Taking a step forward, he drew out the sword of the royal guard next to him.

Draw the sword out of the sheath.

Cold light flashed.

puff-

Blood splattered.

The head of this Confucian scholar immediately flew high into the sky.

Before dying, he still had an unbelievable look in his eyes.

Finally, with a plop, the severed head fell to the ground.

His eyes were still filled with confusion and trembling before he died.

boom--!

There was an uproar.

Everyone stared at the Daqin Princess, Ying Lan, in stunned eyes.

I didn't expect that she would be so decisive.

Directly beheaded a Confucian scholar!

Li Si, Zhao Gao, Hu Hai, Meng Tian, ​​and Wang Jian all changed.

Only the first emperor, Zulong, still looked indifferent, without a trace of fluctuation, like an ancient well, calm and peaceful.

The rest of the hundreds of Confucian scholars behind had their eyes red.

Stand up and point at Ying Lan.

sternly.

"You, you dare to kill my fellow Confucian!"

"Hmph, you are his accomplices, right?"

Ying Lan said coldly.

In a pair of eyes, it was as cold as ice.

"us......"

These Confucian scholars were emotional and ready to scold Ying Lan for his atrocities.

However, Ying Lan did not give them this chance.

Sword in hand.

puff-

A few more heads flew high into the sky.

The latter few are Confucian scholars who want to make a move.

Similarly, he was beheaded by Ying Lan with one sword and died on the spot.

"You guys, is there anything else to say?"

Ying Lan asked coldly.

The remaining Confucian scholars were dumbfounded, their muscles and bones trembling.

dare not say a word.

Ying Lan stepped forward and came to the next scholar.

With a bloodstained tip.

Raise his chin.

"You, too, are their companions, right?"

Meet Ying Lan's gaze.

It was dark, like a deep pool.

The Confucian scholar felt the approach of death and was close to him.

Immediately, I was almost scared to pee.

With a thud, he fell to his knees.

"Forgive, spare!"

"I'm not with them!"

"it is good."

Ying Lan said lightly.

passed him.

"Originally, if you disturbed the Great Qin Qiu Si, you should have asked all of them to be executed."

"However, reading today is the festive festival of my Daqin celebration. It's not good to start killing people."

"So, let you die."

"Yes Yes!"

The Confucian scholar was sweating like rain and said quickly.

After a circle before the gate of hell closed, my back was soaked wet.

Ying Lan bypassed him.

Come to the Confucian scholar behind.

Ask them one by one.

"Are you their companion?"

"No, no!"

The scholar trembled.

Ying Lan moved to the next one.

"Are you their companion?"

"No, no!"

In front of Ying Lan's question, those who stay and hesitate for a while will be killed by Ying Lan on the spot.

Next, in front of Ying Lan's questioning, these Confucian scholars.

All backed up in fear.

Chills down the spine.

They all denied their relationship with the previous Confucian scholars.

Turn around and don't recognize people.

During this process.

all the people around.

Looking at the eyes of these Confucian scholars.

have all changed.

It turned out that these scholars in white clothes and Confucian robes, on weekdays, are high above, full of sages and morals.

result.

really come to death.

It is also a compromise.

None of them are tough!

The image of these Confucian scholars in their eyes has collapsed, and the glorious image of the past has been eclipsed.

to the end.

Ying Lan came to the back of the line.

Here, it is Fu Nian, Yan Lu, Zhang Liang, three great scholars.

Ying Lan's cold eyes.

pass the three of them.

asked lightly.

"You, but their companions?"

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