Incubating The Black Dragon Clone, I Was Ying Zheng Sims

The wind of early spring brought the first ray of warmth to Da Qin.

But this warmth could not warm the despair in the hearts of the alchemists kneeling in front of Qianrenkeng.

Outside the city of Xianyang, the sun is shining brightly.

A large number of people poured out of Xianyang City and surrounded the execution site.

Countless insults came one after another.

"It's all of you alchemists who deceive people and deceive people, die well!"

"Deserved, it should have been buried long ago."

"There is still a child's heart to make alchemy, you guys who are not as good as beasts!"

"You beasts, go be pigs and dogs in your next life."

"It's not that I don't report it, it's time to come. God has opened his eyes."

"If they hadn't bewitched Your Majesty, our people wouldn't have lived such a virtuous life. These alchemists are the ones who harmed them."

...

Public opinion is boiling, and the picture today is almost the exact opposite of what happened in history.

The reason for this result is that the appearance of hemp paper and printing technology has made all the people of Daqin now aware of the numerous crimes of these alchemists.

There is absolutely no chance for conscientious people to spread rumors.

Above the city wall, Ying Zheng was heavily guarded.

Zhao Tuo stood on Ying Zheng's right hand, looking down at the scene below.

This position was supposed to be for Fu Su, but because he couldn't bear it, he didn't come, but Zhao Tuo was cheaper.

Looking at Nuoda's Thousand People Pit and the way Wuhuada was tied up on the edge of the pit, Zhao Tuo was full of emotion.

Burning books and pitting scholars... No, it should be called pitting scholars and burning books now.

Unexpectedly, one day, I will be able to witness the famous historical scene with my own eyes.

"Da da da……"

Accompanied by a burst of smoke, Li Xin was wearing armor and boasting a long sword, and the horse came to the bottom of the city wall.

"Report to Your Majesty, the prisoner has been escorted to the execution place!"

"Execution!" Ying Zheng waved his hand, his tone full of murderous intent.

Today is the day when these alchemists who lied to themselves and even harmed the fortunes of the Great Qin Dynasty died!

"OK~ Punishment~"

Following Xin Zhao's order, the soldiers of the Qin army, who were already ready, began to put the alchemists at the side of the pit one by one into the Thousand People's Pit.

Dapeng's loess rose, mixed with the fearful tears on the alchemist's face.

There were mourning and begging for mercy one after another in the pit.

But this obviously cannot be the reason to stop these iron-blooded soldiers of Da Qin.

Zhao Tuo overlooks the view of the pit.

The alchemist bound by the five flowers is like a human figure, constantly twisting and struggling in the pit, and finally being submerged by the loess.

But life force is tenacious.

Even if it has been buried, it can still be seen from the occasionally undulating loess that the way below is still struggling.

But everything is doomed to futile.

After half an hour, everything was settled.

The original pit of a thousand people was filled up by alchemists and loess, and after being trampled by tens of thousands of Qin soldiers and horses, it became a road again.

Ying Zheng's meaning is simple.

These people, this matter, will become the foundation of Daqin's advancement.

And Daqin will step on their bones, step by step to become strong!

As the people below gradually dispersed, this matter came to an end.

With the black dragon feeling that there was no obvious fluctuation in the national fortune, Zhao Tuo breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's still one book left in Burning Books and Confucianism. I hope you can get through it safely."

On the way back to the palace, the ministers divided into two columns, and went straight to the palace from the main street of Xianyang City.

Ying Zheng's chariot was surrounded by a large number of black armored troops and guarded in the middle of the road.

As for the descendants, they follow.

Just when Zhao Tuo was thinking about what to eat for lunch, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Then I saw Zhao Yan running over with small steps.

"Young Master Fifteen, Your Majesty has called you to take the ride."

shhhhhh...

At this moment, Zhao Tuo only felt that countless eyes were focused on himself.

And these eyes, most of them came from the surrounding sons.

Some are envious, some are jealous, some are profound...

But so what?

"I see." Zhao Tuo nodded and walked straight to Ying Zheng's carriage.

When I got into the car, I saw Ying Zheng's bright smile.

"Father, did you encounter anything happy today?"

"That's not true, it's just that you are happy to see Tuo'er during this period of time, hahahaha."

"???"

"Come on, sit next to the royal father."

Ying Zheng patted the seat next to him and motioned Zhao Tuo to come over.

"Father, it's not good." This time Zhao Tuo seemed a little hesitant.

For a long time, there are not many people who are qualified to ride with Ying Zheng in the same car, but not many.

For example, Wang Jian and Wang Ben's father and son, the Meng family brothers, the left and right two phase, plus the son Fusu and the little son Hu Hai who received the favor.

But riding together, and sitting in the same seat are two different things...

"Father asked you to sit down, are you afraid that someone won't be able to talk about it?"

Seeing that Ying Zheng's attitude was so firm, Zhao Tuo had to bite the bullet and sit next to Ying Zheng.

"Hahaha, that's right."

"Tuo'er, how does it feel to sit here? If you like it, the position of the father will be yours in the future?" Ying Zheng asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Tuo almost jumped up.

"Cough, royal father, don't make jokes about your servants, can you say that you can sit in this position?"

"Tuo'er has made such a great contribution to Daqin. If you want to sit, I will naturally let you sit."

"My son just said it casually."

Zhao Tuo's eyes wandered, as if I didn't understand anything.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that something was wrong with his cheap father emperor recently.

Especially the remarks just now, the disagreement is really too big.

Fortunately, Brother Fusu was not there.

Otherwise, he can't be misunderstood?

It's hard to have a brother who cares about him, but he can't break up because of these things.

I really don't know what my cheap father is thinking.

Seeing that Ying Zheng was still talking, Zhao Tuo quickly changed the subject.

"Father, look, the one on Wu Yong's waist looks like a scraper sold in my shop."

"Oh?" Ying Zheng heard the words and looked.

"It's true, it seems that the officials of the DPRK have already purchased what they need in your shop."

"Speaking of this, the bamboo slip that Feng Xiang Shang played this morning is the one he bought yesterday. I played with it and it's really exquisite."

"I suddenly had an idea."

A smile appeared on Zhao Tuo's face.

"Father, do you want to earn some pocket money?"

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