Da Qin: Father!I really just want to protect myself!

Hearing this, Uncle Huang's expression changed slightly, and then he gradually calmed down, cupped his hands and said: "This old servant understands!"

Chapter 9

Xianyang.

early morning.

On the dragon chair, Ying Zheng saw that Ying Lan had finally come to the morning court, and he couldn't help but feel happy, "This kid, has he figured it out?" '

But Yinglan's behavior today was a bit weird, and he even took the initiative to greet the minister.

"Yo! Prime Minister Li, have you eaten yet?" Seeing Li Si, Ying Lan went up to meet him, sized up Li Si with a smile on his face, and looked kind.

Li Si frowned slightly, although he was unhappy, he still replied patiently: "Thank you for your concern, my servant is eating well!"

Seeing this, Ying Lan nodded slightly, but her eyes were thoughtful.

Then he looked at Wang Jian next to him, "Has General Wang Jian eaten?"

Wang Jian glared at him, then snorted coldly, ignoring Ying Lan's question.

Seeing this, Ying Lan was not annoyed at all, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

This scene made Ying Zheng a little puzzled, 'What is this kid doing?How can you be so happy to be ignored? '

But in the next moment, Ying Lan's heart sounded.

[It's not Li Si, this reaction is too normal, and I don't feel guilty at all. 】

【It's not Wang Jian either. Although this stubborn old man doesn't like me, he won't go to the point of asking someone to kill me. 】

【So······】

Immediately, Ying Lan's eyes fell on other officials, and he began to test them one by one.

This scene made Yingzheng slightly surprised, but at the same time he felt a little helpless, "This boy, so he came to test the widow's courtiers!" '

But immediately, a faint smile appeared on his face, "But such means, good!"Is the widow's son! '

Soon, the eunuch greeted him with a bow, "Your Majesty, it's time for the morning court..."

As a eunuch, he wanted to remind him.

Ying Zheng looked down, and the kid hadn't finished the test yet.

Ying Zheng waved his hands, leaned back slightly, and was ready to wait, "There is no rush."

"Yes!" The eunuch didn't ask any more questions, and retreated aside.

After a while of questioning, Ying Lan was almost sure that none of these ministers knew about it.

[Since it is not these ministers, it seems that it is the handwriting of a certain prince. 】

【It's much easier now. The prince who can train the dead soldiers of the old Han must have a great relationship with the old Han, so it's not hard to find. 】

But above the dragon chair, Ying Zheng frowned when he heard this, "Old Korean dead man?" '

Seeing that Ying Lan had returned to his place after asking, Ying Zheng gave the eunuch next to him a wink, and the eunuch stepped forward quickly and shouted:

"Start morning morning!"

As soon as the voice was heard, the officials stood still, and the hall was silent, as if all the hustle and bustle were isolated from the outside.

Ying Zheng looked down, "Is there a show?"

Hearing that Li Si stood up first, "Return to Your Majesty, I have a performance!"

"No!" Ying Zheng replied.

Li Si cupped his hands and lowered his head slightly, "The matter of Quyuanli has been supervised day and night by my officials, and now it has been promoted in four cities. Tens of thousands of people have used this thing, and it must be fully popularized within three months!"

"Okay! This is a reward, and I will remember your great contribution!" Ying Zheng nodded slightly, and his expression was also happy.

Li Si's ability to handle affairs has never let him down.

"It's my honor to be able to share His Majesty's worries!" Li Si cupped his hands, and then slowly retreated to his seat.

"Is there still play?" Then Ying Zheng continued to speak.

Immediately Zhao Gao stood up and said, "Return to Your Majesty, my minister has something to say."

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on Zhao Gao, "No!"

Zhao Gao cupped his hands, "Kong Jia, the head of Confucianism, passed by Xianyang, and I hereby report to you!"

"Kong Jia?" Ying Zheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Kong Jia, the head of Confucianism, needless to say, can be said to be the head of knowledge in the world, and many people want to worship him.

Although Ying Zheng has a bad impression of Confucianism, it goes without saying that Confucianism is capable of teaching its disciples.

The teacher of the eldest son Fusu is Chun Yuyue, a great Confucian scholar, who has been teaching since he was a child.

That's why Fusu grew up to be such a handsome young man, knowledgeable and sensible, and very popular.

It's just too much of a woman's kindness.

But after weighing it for a moment, Yingzheng said, "Pass the will of the widow, please come to the palace to tell Mr. Kong!"

"Yes!" Zhao Gao cupped his hands.

But at this moment, Ying Lan's heart sounded.

[It's just a stubborn old man, why did the emperor invite this old man? 】

Ying Zheng was a little bit dumbfounded, "Although Kong Jia is stubborn, he doesn't need to talk too much about his knowledge, and Confucianism is now rare in terms of strength and status in the world. '

'It is always beneficial if a certain prince and princess can be placed under him. '

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After the early court, Yingzheng didn't care about resting, and went directly to the palace where the memorial was reviewed.

Just as he sat down and picked up the memorial, a figure knelt in front of him, it was Zhang Han.

Ying Zheng attached great importance to the appearance of assassins in Ying Lan Palace.

So let Zhang Han do his best to investigate thoroughly, and report any news as soon as possible, so Zhang Han didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

As soon as he saw Zhang Han, Ying Zheng knew that there was a new development, "What did you find?"

Zhang Han cupped his hands, "Return to Your Majesty, those people have poison in their mouths, and they have made preparations not to be captured alive before they come, they are dead soldiers!"

Hearing this, Yingzheng's pupils shrank slightly, "Is it the old Korean dead soldier?"

Zhang Han looked distressed, "This... I am incompetent, I can't find out which country the dead man is from."

Yingzheng was startled again, and the color in his eyes became even weirder, "Lan'er knows something that even Zhang Han couldn't find out?" '

This Zhang Han has been in the palace for many years, and as the leader of the Black Ice Platform, it is needless to say the power in his hands, and it can be said that he knows the palace like the palm of his hand.

So Ying Zheng was relieved to entrust this matter to him to investigate.

But I didn't expect this to be the result.

After thinking for a while, Ying Zheng seemed to have decided on something, so he waved his hand, "Forget it, go and investigate who are the princes who are related to the dead soldiers of the old Korea."

"Yes!" Zhang Han cupped his hands, then stood up.

But he had just taken two steps, but he seemed to think of something, he stopped and came back.

Seeing this, Yingzheng frowned, "There is still something to do."

Zhang Han cupped his hands, "There is one more thing that I am very concerned about."

"Say."

Ying Zheng said calmly, then picked up the memorial and began to read it.

"Judging from the figures of the dead men and the weapons they equip, these dead men are specially trained, and each of them is a talent selected from a thousand. If the combat power is not the top black ice platform, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with it."

"But such a terrifying dozen or so dead soldiers were all killed by one blow, and there was no room for resistance..."

As he said that, Zhang Han's complexion became serious.

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze fell sharply on Zhang Han, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Han cupped his hands, "The person who killed those dead soldiers this time is an extremely terrifying existence. I'm afraid such a person will be very dangerous in the palace."

Hearing this, Yingzheng was also surprised, "The people under Lan'er... unexpectedly made Zhang Han so afraid?" ! '

It was hard for Ying Zheng to imagine what kind of strength it was that made Zhang Han, the leader of the Black Ice Platform and even more powerful in battle, look so dignified.

Chapter 10 The Insidious Huhai

Huhai Palace.

In the secret room, Hu Hai was flipping through books with one hand before sitting on the case.

Although he looks like a good-for-nothing to the outside world, he only knows how to play with his maids all day long, spend his days and nights, and never does a serious job.

But in secret, Hu Hai secretly studied, even secretly invited a teacher to instruct him in martial arts, and has been training hard.

And there is only one person who knows about this, and that is Hu Hai's old slave, Uncle Huang.

However, just when Hu Hai was engrossed in watching, a sound of hurried footsteps sounded, distracting his attention.

Raising his head, he saw Uncle Huang rushing over quickly, his expression very flustered.

"My lord! Think of a way, my lord!" Uncle Huang shouted as he ran into the secret room, as if terrified.

"What's the matter?" Hu Hai frowned, and put down the scroll in his hand. Compared to the flustered Uncle Huang, his expression was much calmer.

"Your Majesty has found the old Han dead man, and now he is investigating the prince who is related to the old Korean dead man. I'm afraid we will be exposed!" Uncle Huang looked extremely flustered.

Zulong won the government, he was the emperor who unified the six countries, and his thunderous methods were frightening, and no one dared to commit crimes.

If this matter is revealed and Ying Zheng pursues it, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Hearing this, Hu Hai's expression also became tense, but then he couldn't help but start to be puzzled again, "Even if it's the father, it shouldn't be possible to find out that he is a dead soldier of the old Han!"

The dead man's training method was left by his mother. In order to deceive people, he specially improved this method. If it weren't for those who knew the dead man very well, it would be impossible to recognize it.

"Well, how can we know about His Majesty's methods?" Uncle Huang had a look of despair.

How many methods Ying Zheng can use to unify the six countries is beyond his imagination.

So as soon as he imagined the consequences, he naturally felt a chill running down his back, so he rushed to find Hu Hai.

Hu Hai's face darkened, as if he was thinking about countermeasures.

After a while, he muttered: "Indeed, I can't hide it anymore."

But upon hearing this, Huang Bo's face turned ashen, and his body trembled slightly with fright, "Then what shall we do, my lord?"

Hu Hai shook his head slightly, then picked up the scroll again, but he didn't look too worried, "It's not us, it's you."

Uncle Huang was taken aback, "What do you mean by this, young master?"

Hu Hai's eyes fell on the scroll in his hand, and he still didn't forget to turn the pages calmly when he spoke, "You sent the dead man, and you wanted to kill the man. I don't know about it, so why worry about it?"

Hearing this, Uncle Huang also quickly understood what Hu Hai meant, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "Sir, do you want to admit it?"

Hearing that Hu Hai's eyes were slightly cold, he immediately put down the scroll and stood up, walked to Uncle Huang and stared at him coldly, "I've been kept in the dark, why don't you just admit it?"

Seeing Hu Hai looking like he was crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, Uncle Huang's eyes were extremely cold, "Young master, do you really think that you can get out of your body?"

"I'm just a servant. Do you think His Majesty will believe me if I dare to do such a rebellious thing without any instructions from you?"

Seeing Uncle Huang's appearance, Hu Hai sneered, and looked at Uncle Huang with disdain, "What? Even if you are dying, you still have to struggle?"

Uncle Huang's eyes were also extremely cold and stern, "The old slave is doing things for the young master, but if the young master wants to abandon the old slave, he will die with the young master, and the old slave is willing!"

The more Huang Bo talked, the angrier he became, and his eyes were fixed on Hu Hai.

"Do you have a daughter?"

A word like a thunder blasted into Uncle Huang's mind, dispelling the anger in an instant, and then his back felt chills, like falling into an ice cave.

Uncle Huang's pupils shrank sharply, and he froze in place, speechless.

"After careful calculation, it should be the age to get married. Find a good man to marry, and live a happy life in the future, so happy!" Hu Hai continued, his eyes were meaningful.

Uncle Huang listened in a daze, but didn't answer.