There is no peace in Anyi today.
The small city was filled with people.
The entire Anyi was surrounded inside and out, and all the people and envoys were forced back into the rooms by the Qin soldiers. Only the Qin soldiers in dark armor were standing outside the entire Anyi.
Today is the day Ying Zheng arrives in Anyi.
Ying Zheng's carriage had been on the road for more than half a month and was finally approaching Anyi.
Envoys from various countries had already arrived.
Apart from the time when Li Si and Han Fei received the envoys from Han and Wei on behalf of Wang Jian, they never received envoys from any other country again.
The states of Qi and Chu did not receive him, but simply sent a group of soldiers to lead him to his residence.
The sky began to darken slowly.
It wasn't the sun setting, but dark clouds suddenly rising.
Before long, a heavy rain began to fall.
Ying Zheng has not arrived yet.
Wang Jian led countless Qin soldiers and waited outside the city, waiting in the rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually, the sky seemed to have turned completely dark, and was particularly gloomy under the pressure of dark clouds.
Coupled with the rain curtain, the visibility is probably less than five meters.
Apart from the sound of rain, there seemed to be nothing else between heaven and earth.
Wang Jian didn't know how long he had been waiting outside. Suddenly, he saw a bright light in front of his eyes. The rain seemed to have dissipated, revealing a group of people, or rather, a carriage.
Layers of dark clouds seemed to disappear, revealing a path.
A ray of sunlight happened to shine down and landed right on the road where the carriage was traveling, the official road connecting Xihe City and Anyi.
Accompanying the carriage was a group of Qin soldiers, who, against the backdrop of the sunlight, looked like divine troops descending from the sky.
It seemed like the roar of a dragon from heaven and earth, or the chanting of ancient people.
The only light between heaven and earth seemed to be the carriage, the carriage carrying Ying Zheng.
The rain is still falling.
The surroundings and the official road seemed to be two different worlds, and what separated the two worlds was the falling rain.
Wang Jian was astonished. The only miracle he had ever seen in his life was the meteorite, the meteorite with the proverb "If Prince Zheng were to be king after six generations of Qin, the world would be united" written on it.
The meteorite may not be fake, but the motto can be faked.
But the scene before him was a true miracle, a miracle that could not be faked.
No one has such great power to divide one place into two worlds.
The rain was falling on both sides, but the official road was still sunny.
The rain that had just fallen on the official road disappeared completely when the carriage appeared.
Where the carriage passed, the sunlight disappeared and the rain curtain slowly closed again.
It seemed as if this curtain of rain was just making way for the carriage and the people in it.
The carriage was moving slowly, but it seemed very fast. It was originally just a small black shadow, but now it had a rough outline. It would probably reach where Wang Jian was standing in less than a quarter of an hour.
Wang Jian also came back to his senses. He didn't care about the mud on the ground. He fell to his knees and bowed in praise: "Your Majesty, I respectfully welcome the Emperor of the Great Qin. May His Majesty live forever!"
Countless Qin soldiers knelt down behind him and praised: "Welcome to the Emperor of Qin, long live the Emperor!"
This is a sound that shakes heaven and earth.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be frightened, and a big hole slowly appeared. Slowly, the sunlight poured down from the hole, covering the entire Anyi.
This is a kind of divine power, a divine power comparable to the power of nature.
Everyone in Anyi saw this miracle and heard the Qin soldiers' praises. The people of Anyi all knelt and praised at home, while most of the envoys were so frightened that they were speechless. They stared at everything outside the window with wide eyes in astonishment, and pricked up their ears to listen to the countless praises outside.
"Get up!"
The dragon's roar was exceptionally plain, and it seemed as if it was shouted in the valley, spreading to the ears of everyone in Anyi.
At this time, the carriage had not yet reached Wang Jian and was still moving slowly.
How could Wang Jian get up again? He now finally understood what the "heavenly power" that Bian Gong mentioned meant.
At this moment, Ying Zheng really planted the image of the Son of Heaven in the hearts of these soldiers and civilians.
The Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven, is accompanied by the majesty of heaven when he travels. Whether he is still or moving, heaven and earth follow him.
"Welcome the Emperor of the Great Qin. May the Emperor live forever! Forever! Forever!"
"Welcome the Emperor of the Great Qin. May the Emperor live forever! Forever! Forever!"
"Welcome the Emperor of the Great Qin. May the Emperor live forever! Forever! Forever!"
As if crazy, the Qin soldiers stood up, raised the weapons beside them, and followed Wang Jian in roaring and praising.
When the emperor travels, the people cheer him on.
This is what Chen Xuan is thinking now.
His domain has spread to the entire territory of Daqin, and the climate and topography of the entire Daqin change at the touch of a thought.
He knew that the beast armor might warn him again, but he couldn't care less.
Before Beast Armor takes coercive measures, he will do everything he can to confirm Ying Zheng's status as the emperor.
Let everyone in China know what a true Son of Heaven is, a true emperor of all ages!
Wang He was now accompanying the carriage in front and behind, and he truly understood what the power of heaven meant, and what it meant to say, "After six generations of Qin, if Prince Zheng were to be the king, the world would be united."
If even such divine power cannot unify the world, then there is no other possibility of unifying the world.
The emperor's carriage should be guarded by heavenly soldiers and generals.
And he, Wang He, is the heavenly general, and the Qin soldiers around him are the heavenly soldiers.
Wei Zhuang was still driving the carriage with a stern face, but he no longer raised the whip in his hand.
The horse pulling the carriage seemed to know how noble the person sitting on the carriage was. The carriage, which was originally a little bumpy, suddenly felt like it was on flat ground.
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