C77

Inside the Xianyang City, Wei Liao was sulking in the National Officer Palace.

When he arrived at the Imperial Palace today, he had an audience with the new emperor's master, Huhai. However, he met the emperor's master, Zhao Gao, in the palace.

Zhao Gao did not wait for Huhai to speak before he scolded himself.

The reason was because of the death of the First Emperor.

Zhao Gao and Li Si, one was the emperor's teacher and the other was the prime minister, both said the same thing at the same time. But the Hidden Martial Army under Wei Liao's hands, was not only seen by one expert, the First Emperor had died from his internal energy palm strike.

In fact, it was very easy to find out the cause of his death. One simply had to cut open his corpse, check his injuries, and see if his heart meridian had been broken. But the First Emperor was the ruler of the kingdom, how could he allow others to slander his body as they wished?

Not only couldn't he be a lowly person, he had to be buried under the Royal Tomb. I heard that Qin Ii Huhai is extremely filial, that the number of palace maids buried alive is over two hundred.

After death, he would be able to enjoy a happy life in the underworld. He would offer up a group of beauties to show his filial piety.

That day, Wei Liao was also straightforward and only interrupted with one sentence, saying that the late emperor's death was strange, and that he was reprimanded by the Prime Minister Li Si. At that time, he did not dare to say the second sentence.

Today, within the Imperial Palace, he was reprimanded by Zhao Gao.

He finally realised that Zhao Gao was not blaming himself for not being able to protect the car, but was blaming himself for talking too much, with no evidence to make wild guesses.

God knows what happened that day? Everyone was said to be the disciples of the The skilled, Chi Songzi. They were all mesmerized by the sound of the flute, and no one had witnessed how the Emperor died. When he woke up, the First Emperor had already left.

He could not help but feel angry at that stinky brat, Ying Bu, who claimed that he was Palace Mistress of Miaoxuan Palace.

The reason he had arranged for him to be the Emperor's personal guard was to prevent anyone from attacking him. But this kid had gone missing. According to what Guai Mo and the others said, this brat must have tried to protect the Emperor and escaped. This was not surprising. If the Imperial Protector was not strong enough, all the guards who came with him would be dragged to the Royal Tomb to be buried. Who would be so foolish as to stay in the arena to die?

The only thing he felt gratified about was that Huhai, Li Si, Zhao Gao and the others did not blame him for his actions, and instead allowed him to sit in the position of National Officer, while being in charge of Hidden Martial Army.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, the guard at the door reported: Ying Bu asked for an audience with the ruler in front of the imperial palace.

Wei Liao suddenly stood up, thinking, I was just about to look for you, but you actually dared to come looking for me, and called out, "Let him in!"

The skinny Ying Bu walked into the manor with a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

Wei Liao bellowed: "Ying Bu, do you know your crimes?" Ying Bu had a blank look on his face as he asked, "What crime have I committed?"

Wei Liao slapped the table, and said angrily: "You, as the Emperor's personal guard, actually allowed him to be killed, and you still dare to say you're not guilty?"

Ying Bu's small eyes stared: "Who said the Emperor was killed by someone? I saw that on the name list, it was written that he got sick and was driving back."

Wei Liao laughed coldly: "The rankings are only to fool those Heaven's Knowledge disciples. Our brothers in the Hidden Martial Army have bright and clear spots, they can't fool us. The First Emperor was slapped in the back of his heart and died with his heart shattered. "

So it turned out that Ying Bu did not know the true cause of the Emperor's death. He was shocked by one of Ji Feng's flute god might. At that time, he was only concerned with keeping his life, so he abandoned Ying Zheng and left.

After two days, when Ying Bu asked around, the first emperor's eastern patrol troop returned to the Xianyang. He was overjoyed in his heart. "So Ji Feng did not kill the Emperor."

It seemed to him that everything was the same as before, the sky was still blue, the wind was still clear, and I could still go back and command my throne.

Therefore, when Ying Bu returned to the Xianyang City, and looked at the streets again, he had already posted the name of the original emperor.

When Ying Bu saw that the name on the board state that the Emperor died from an illness, he thought that the Emperor's death had nothing to do with him. He then went to the National Officer Palace to report to Wei Liao.

Who would have thought that Wei Liao would insist that the First Emperor died from a palm strike, and wanted to investigate his responsibility. If it was like that, wouldn't he be guilty of an unforgivable crime?

Xiang Shaolong didn't call him Slick for nothing. Ying Bu was startled, then immediately thought of the right words: "You guys said that the Emperor was killed, do you have any evidence?"

With just one sentence, Wei Liao was rendered speechless. If he had evidence, he would have brought it up publicly before Bo Langsha succeeded the throne. Wei Liao could only say: "Not at the moment." Ying Bu took a whiff, and became even more confident: "Without evidence, how can you say that my protection is weak?" Wei Liao said: "We are all martial artists, from the looks of the corpse, I can see that the Emperor did not die from an illness, but rather was killed by someone."

He spoke as if he didn't believe what he was saying.

Ying Bu saw that Wei Liao's voice had lowered, and his own voice became louder, and he said righteously: "Our Great Qin is focused on using the law to govern, and everything has to be supported by evidence. Since you saw through the death of the First Emperor, why didn't you mention it before Bo Langsha. If the First Emperor was truly killed, then I, Ying Bu, am not powerful enough to protect you. You, as the bodyguard of the National Officer, are in charge of this matter, why is it that no one is looking into your responsibility? "

Wei Liao had nothing to say, and also didn't want to let go of Ying Bu. He could only put him in prison for the time being, pending a report to the Emperor for a further conviction.

He did not know how to report about Ying Bu's matter, so he could only recite evasively: In front of the imperial guards, they all commanded Ying Bu to withdraw from his duties, and left with the eastern scouts. Your Majesty, please convict His Majesty for your return in the next few days.

It was written that Ying Bu had withdrawn from duty and was to be relieved of his post as the Commander of the Imperial Army. He was to be sent to the Mausoleum of Mount Li to serve.

Thus, a mark was left on Ying Bu's face. He was sent to Lishan Mausoleum to build the Emperor's Mausoleum, not to mention about it for the time being.

In the Wanzai Valley, a large hole had been dug in the center of the arena.

A group of dead bodies, lined up in a row, were wrapped in straw mats and prepared to be buried together.

The Mo family advocates interment, opposes a long funeral, and a short funeral. The majority of those who died in battle would be buried here in the valley.

The mountain breeze was blowing, as if it was crying for the dead heroes, and the fallen leaves were dancing in the air, as if it was seeing off the anti-Qin martyrs.

All sorts of heroes gathered around the pit, silently watching their families and friends buried in the ground.

Zhang Liang had already cried dry tears in the past few days, and her eyes were already sunken.

His foster brother Jing Li would forever be separated from him. After today, he would no longer be able to see Jing Li's burly figure and his kind smile.

She had long understood Jing Li's feelings for her, but she was still worried about Han Xin, and could not accept his infatuation.

When Bo Langsha was stabbing at him, Jing Li was attacked by more than ten experts from the Hidden Martial Army. In order to protect her elder sister, he had bravely lost his life without a care for his own safety. And Jing Li's last words were meant to help her and her savior.

She regretted bringing Jing Li from Canghai Jun to the Central Plains. If not for her, Jing Li would still be a carefree, innocent young "Alli". Now that Jing Li knew of his own background because of her, in order to avenge his father, he assassinated the First Emperor of Qin without hesitation and finally lost his life.

Zhang Liang leaned on Jing Li's corpse and caressed his face, not letting go for a long time.

Big Son Mo Zhuang quietly came to Zhang Liang's side and patted on Zhang Liang's shoulder and said: "What a pity! "What a pity!"

Zhang Liang turned her head. Mo Zhuang said with regret: "Your sworn brother was born with great strength, it's a pity that he couldn't listen to this old man's words and started cultivating the Overlord Divine Arts. If he had already cultivated the Overlord Divine Arts, then how could he compete with more than a dozen people on Hidden Martial Army. "

Zhang Liang was stunned: "Is the Overlord Divine Arts really that powerful?" Mo Zhuang replied with an irrefutable tone: "Of course! Legend has it that the secret manual for the《 Overlord Divine Arts》 was left behind by the last Overlord of the Spring and Autumn period, Gou Jian. Then Gou Jian relied on his Overlord Divine Arts cultivation to become invincible and became the tyrant of Yue State. "

Zhang Liang had listened to Jing Liyun before, the reason why he was unwilling to practice Overlord Divine Arts was for himself. After hearing Mo Zhuang bring up the matter again, he asked: "Since the Overlord Divine Arts is unrivalled in the world, why isn't my foster brother willing to practice it?"

Mo Zhuang said: "It is said that those who train in the Overlord Divine Arts are not allowed to get close to women. It seemed that your little brother was full of vigor and wasn't willing to give up the happiness of a child for the sake of his achievements in martial arts. This old man told him about the drawbacks of cultivating the Overlord Divine Arts, and he rejected immediately. "

Hearing that, Zhang Liang's face turned red, as though she was in a daze.

So it turned out that Jing Li was not willing to practice the Overlord Divine Arts that others dreamed of, but was just an idiot who wanted to marry his sister!

"Alli, you are too stupid! Big sister can't accept your infatuation, also can't use you deep love. If there is an afterlife, big sister will definitely repay you for your love. " Zhang Liang prayed silently, her heart aching.

A pitch black horse that looked like it was forged slowly came over. It had a six-foot long bow and a six-foot long halberd on its bridle.

The Xiang Yu siblings followed behind their horses silently. Xiang Yu's face was in decline, his severed arm was wrapped with thick layers of cloth, and he seemed to be very troubled.

Xiang Liang saw the two of them from the crowd and walked forward to ask: "Yuer, Zhuier, where are you going?" Xiang Zhui laughed bitterly: "Where else can I go? "My brother's arm is broken. Since we can't help everyone, we can only go home."

After Mo Zhuang and the rest heard this, they surrounded them.

Mo Zhuang advised: "Young Master Xiang, let's wait here for a few more days and then leave." Xiang Yu looked at Yu Zhiya who had concern written all over her face with a complicated expression. He spoke with a bitter tone, "Stay for a few more days. "The sooner I go the sooner the better. I'm tired so I want everyone to take care of me."

Yu Zhiya felt extremely uncomfortable being looked at with such a complicated gaze.

Xiang Yu left the desert because he wanted to do something big and become a hero. However, Yu Zhiya understood that it was all because of what he had said.

In order to reach the standards set by his husband in Yu Zhiya's heart, Xiang Yu didn't hesitate to traverse thousands of rivers and mountains to follow him to the Wanzai Valley. Although he had always been silent and didn't foolishly entangle himself anymore, Yu Zhiya had long experienced the infatuation in Xiang Yu's heart from the hot gazes he shot at him every single time.

As for her heart, she had already quietly barged into the figure of another person, and that person was the commander of the allied armies, Han Xin.