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Lees is a little messy, what does it mean that he has a small pattern?

He has a small pattern, can he achieve the position of the Prime Minister of Great Qin?

If this were someone else, he would have spat on the other party long ago.

But this was said by Ying Zheng, and he could only hold back and retreat.

Soon, this news spread throughout the north and south of the river, from the hundred officials in Xianyang to the common people, all of whom knew the instructions issued by the Zheng Zheng.

Xianyang officials were shocked and talked about it, they had always supported the idea of Yingzheng, but this time, they were also puzzled, and they really couldn’t find a reason why Yingzheng wanted to do this.

Zhao Gao, on the other hand, informed everyone of what Yingzheng said the night before, and the objections of the common people to this were slightly alleviated, but most of those high-ranking officials still had doubts.

What night dream immortal, is this really enough to believe, everyone is in a wait-and-see state.

On the other hand, the princes and hundreds of families also received the news, and they laughed even more than the high-ranking officials in Xianyang.

The first is the Confucian Little Sage Zhuang.

Although Confucians try to avoid conflicts with the forces of the Qin State on weekdays, after hearing the news from the Qin State, they still can’t help but ridicule.

Now in the Little Sage Zhuang, the three senior brothers known as Qilu Sanjie are discussing this matter.

That Yan Lu and Zhang Liang were already quite dissatisfied with the rule of the Qin State, and they discussed it especially unceremoniously.

“This victorious government, is not the brain is in the water, can do this kind of thing, can even believe in ghosts and gods, is not to be an emperor, to be a crazy head.”

Zhang Liang spoke mercilessly and harshly.

Although Yan Lu looks mild, he is also a little disdainful of the matter of winning the government.

“The son is not a strange force and chaotic gods, the ghosts and gods are not credible, and according to me, this Qin country committed boundless killing, first killed hundreds of thousands of people in vain, blood flowed into rivers, and then the government fought everywhere, and the dead were countless, if there are really ghosts and gods in the world, in my opinion, the first thing to destroy is his Qin country, and it is impossible to send down the divine reward.”

Hearing the discussion between the two, Fu Nian on the side also shook his head, and the thoughts in his heart were self-evident.

The Yin-Yang family in Xianyang City, after reporting the strange appearance of Ying Zheng before the moon god, Donghuang Taiyi heard this shocking news again.

Looking at the stars in the night sky, Donghuangtai’s eyes were deep.

“Taoism, Donghua Emperor?”

“Ying Zheng is not a fool, what is the purpose of this move…”

Donghuang Taiyi muttered to himself, the more Yue Zheng did something beyond his expectations, the more worries he had in his heart.

Mojia Organ City.

At this time, the thief Saint Gao gradually left, Xue Nu and the others were still out on a mission, while Duanmu Rong Yue’er and Master Ban were treating Gai Nie.

The only people who remained in the organ city were Yan Dan, the giant son of the Mo family, Xu Fuzi, the master of sword forging, and the big hammer.

Hearing this news from the Qin Kingdom, Yan Dan was shocked.

He still has some knowledge about Ying Zheng, and he doesn’t look like someone who would do such a thing.

Moreover, this matter is too mysterious, what Taoist god Donghua Zifu Shaoyang Emperor, how can this kind of immortal exist in the world.

“Juzi, what do you think.”

Xu Fuzi looked at Yan Dan’s shocked expression and asked in a low voice.

Yan Dan shook his head, and his expression under the cloak was full of surprise.

The big hammer has a bold personality, clapped his big hand, and said with a smile.

“How else to look at it, this Ying Zheng is estimated to be a brain paste, to be able to do this kind of thing, it is also his national strength that hurts, which is a good thing for our Mo family.”

“And according to me, this Ying Zheng must have read a few inexplicable books, and he is very yearning for that immortal, maybe he also wants to become an immortal, immortal, and faint!”

Hearing the words of the big hammer, Xu Fuzi thought the same in his heart and nodded.

Yan Dan, on the other hand, frowned, he knew a lot about Ying Zheng, and he did not feel that Ying Zheng was so confused, and his heart was inexplicably uneasy.

Three days later.

Zhao Gao did things cleanly, and his orders to Ying Zheng were done steadily, and in three days, he had already spread the icons of the Eastern Prince all over the streets of Xianyang City, and even in the imperial palace, he also built a statue of the Eastern Prince that was tens of meters high as a sacrifice.

Today’s Ying Zheng woke up early and convened the morning dynasty with a high spirit.

After the officials of the imperial court gathered, he stood on the throne and said impassionedly.

“Dear Aiqing, today I announce that a sacrificial ceremony will be held, and all officials of our dynasty, regardless of their official positions, will all pay homage to the Shaoyang Emperor of the Donghua Zifu Province.”

“Of course, as the commander, Xu will personally appear in this sacrifice ceremony.”

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of discussion upward, and various voices were endless.

“Why, what do you Aiqing have to say?”

Ying Zheng’s face showed sharpness and looked at everyone.

A strong sense of oppression hit him head-on, and after cultivating for a few days again, his political skills were now on a higher level, and even the imperial power had reached its peak.

Under this overwhelming coercion, everyone dared to have half a dissent, and they knelt down one after another, kowtowing and saying yes.

Ying Zheng put away the coercion and spoke in a deep voice.

“Very good, then Xu announced, the sacrificial ceremony will begin now, and the civil and military officials will come with Xuan.”

Huan Zheng walked out of the court, took the civil and military officials behind him, and went to the statue more than ten meters high built by Zhao Gao.

All kinds of sacrificial instruments and sacrifices were all arranged, symbolizing the huge icon of the Eastern Maharaja towering into the clouds, full of coercion.

Even Ying Zheng stood in front of it, feeling as small as an ant.

In fact, in front of the Eastern Prince, he was indeed as small as an ant.

Wen Wu Bai felt the coercion of this mad person, and the sweat in his heart exploded, and his spine felt cold.

They never imagined that just an icon could make them lose their state like this.