Chapter 115: Divine Punishment?



The candles in the palace had already been lit, and Meng Ao was kneeling alone, waiting for Ying Zheng's arrival.

The issue of Mohism had already been resolved, and Ying Zheng should not be disturbed anymore. However, this box always gave Meng Ao a feeling, a feeling of fear.

The box was completely black, and I couldn't see it clearly in the room just now, but now it even had a little flickering light with the candlelight around it.

Meng Ao was sure that this thing was unusual, at least the things inside it were unusual.

Either it was a plan between Mohism and Ying Qi, or it was a trick of Mohism to get rid of Ying Qi.

No matter which possibility it is, it must be reviewed by Ying Zheng.

If it was the former, Ying Xi could be eliminated at the same time. Although Ying Xi would no longer be a threat, who could tell what Ying Zheng was thinking?

If Ying Zheng really had feelings for Ying Xi, he would naturally use this excuse to do it for Ying Xi.

If not, then it would have no other impact on Meng Ao. He was just fulfilling his duties as a minister, and there was nothing else to do. No one could say anything to him.

No matter how this kind of thing is done, it will be good for Meng Ao and has no harm. What reason is there not to do such a thing that has no harm and only benefits?

"General, have you discovered something? Why are you rushing into the palace to see me?"

Just as Meng Ao was thinking about the pros and cons, Ying Zheng walked in and saw the black box that Meng Ao placed on the table.

"I greet the Emperor. May His Majesty live forever." Meng Ao stood up and bowed. At Ying Zheng's signal, he sat down and continued, "I found this box in the residence of the Chief of the Imperial Clan. I felt there was something fishy going on, so I came straight to the palace to find the Emperor."

"Oh? Please bring it to me, General. I want to take a good look at what can make you think there is a big problem." Ying Zheng had just sat down and became interested after hearing what Meng Ao said.

With the River Map and Luoshu in front of him, Ying Zheng was very concerned about these unusual things. Who knew if they were things abandoned in ancient times, or if God used the Mohists to give him, the son of heaven and earth, a magical artifact.

Chen Xuan looked at Ying Zheng who was interested below, yawned slightly, and took a look at the pitch-black box, feeling that it was a little strange.

It's not that I look down on the talented people of this era, nor is it that I look down on the technological level of ancient China. It's just that the appearance of such a thing is still too strange.

However, there are many strange things. Now that spiritual energy has revived, coupled with the magic skills and artifacts, Chen Xuan can still accept this technology that is ahead of its time.

Meng Ao naturally would not deliver the things personally. There was already a maidservant beside him who took over and presented them to Ying Zheng carefully, fearing that there would be any delay.

Ying Zheng looked at the box in front of him, and there was always some indescribable feeling, as if there was an impulse in his heart, an urge to reach out to this box.

"General, have you obtained solid evidence that Lü Buwei is colluding with the Mohist school and plotting rebellion?" Ying Zheng asked, his eyes still fixed on the box. "If so, then tomorrow I will lead Meng Wuwei Liao and the others to encircle and suppress the Mohist school."

This was an act of expelling guests, and Meng Ao could hear it.

Ying Zheng probably knew the origin of this box. At least that was what Meng Ao felt. Otherwise, why would he send him, the general of Qin, away?

I'm afraid this box contains more secrets than just the trivial matters between Mohism and Lu Buwei. There may be deeper meanings in it, such as some connection with heaven or earth.

But since Ying Zheng didn't say anything, Meng Ao couldn't make blind guesses. He just had a rough idea in his mind, so he didn't sit there any longer. He stood up, apologized, and left the palace.

Since Meng Ao had left, there was no reason for the maids to stay. Ying Zheng gave an order and sent away the maids who were serving there.

Seeing Ying Zheng's behavior, Chen Xuan knew that this box was probably related to the person who supported him.

He stopped hesitating and roared slightly, and an invisible barrier appeared, covering the entire palace tightly.

"Chen Xuan, what on earth is this thing? I always feel a strange feeling about it."

Although Ying Zheng did not look up, when he heard Chen Xuan's roar, he knew that everything was arranged, so he no longer avoided the question and asked it.

"It's a feeling of particular longing. It's strange. Even when I was facing the River Map and Luo Shu, I didn't have this feeling."

Chen Xuan was a little stunned. Although he knew that the box was given to Ying Xi by the leader of the Mohist School, he just thought that it was given to Ying Zheng by the person who supported him through the hands of the leader of the Mohist School.

Who knew that even Ying Zheng didn't know where this thing came from.

But it doesn't matter much. With Chen Xuan guarding by his side, and Hetu and Luoshu looking after Ying Zheng, there will probably be no accidents.

Unless the people who support him don't want to play anymore and want to put everything back on track, nothing will happen to Ying Zheng.

"I'm here, what are you afraid of?" Chen Xuan still looked lazy. Even though he had just gone through some struggle in his heart, now that he had made up his mind, he naturally had to give Ying Zheng confidence.

"Then I touched it?" Ying Zheng looked at Chen Xuan half-doubtfully. Although this was a normal reaction, Ying Zheng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Stop dawdling. If you don't want to touch me, go back to sleep. I haven't gotten enough sleep yet!"

Chen Xuan didn't even look at Ying Zheng. He narrowed his eyes and turned over in the air, looking particularly lazy.

Ying Zheng curled his lips and placed his right hand on the box.

The thirteen-year-old boy's hands were still small, but he was able to hold the box completely and completely contain the box in his palm.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!

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