"Thus, the alliance begins!"
Ying Zheng sat upright on the ground, looking at the envoys below with a cold expression.
"Before we begin, I would like to present a great gift to the two kingdoms of Zhao and Wei. Bring it up!"
Wang Jian understood and waved his hand to signal behind him.
The envoys in the hall only felt a foul odor, and then saw four or five Qin soldiers carrying two things up.
Only when the object fell to the ground did the envoys see clearly what it was.
There were two bodies, two mutilated bodies.
One is the head and the other is the body.
Wei Cheng recognized the head as that of Lord Xinling, Prince Wuji, at a glance, and the identity of the body became clear instantly.
That was Lian Po's body, a headless body.
These two heroes did not even have their bodies intact after their death, and they were even used as capital for the Qin State to show off. This is a tragedy, a great tragedy.
"Everyone, do you know what this is?"
The envoys looked at Ying Zheng with some anger in their eyes.
After all, if they want to form an alliance, they will form one. Who are they trying to scare by throwing corpses?
There were at least a dozen envoys from various countries in the entire hall, but only Chunshen Jun, Le Cheng and Wei Cheng could guess Qin's intentions.
No one answered in the lobby.
Most of the envoys from various countries did not dare to speak. Although they were dissatisfied, they could only suppress it and wait for Ying Zheng's words.
Seeing no one answer, Ying Zheng smiled slightly, pointed at the envoys from Wei and Zhao, and said, "You two, do you know what this is?"
The envoy from Zhao State was Le Cheng who came in person.
Of course he recognized Lian Po's body.
Ever since he saw Xinling Jun's head, he knew that the headless body was Lian Po's.
"Excuse me, my friend. Since Qin proposed a meeting, why did they use the corpses of Lian Po and Prince Wuji as a provocation? Could it be that Qin has no intention of forming an alliance, and is simply seeking to provoke the other states?"
Le Cheng stood up and looked at Ying Zheng, seemingly scolding him, but his tone did not contain much anger, more like a question.
He was not Wei Cheng. He had seen the world and was confident that he could kill Ying Zheng in just ten steps.
Even though Wang He and an unknown figure were sitting under Ying Zheng, even though Ying Zheng's divine power had just been revealed yesterday, even though Ying Zheng's majesty had just forced him to his knees, he still had this confidence.
This is the consequence of not recognizing oneself after taking power.
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Le Cheng. He didn't say anything because he had already recognized who this person was. To be precise, it was Chen Xuan who recognized who this person was.
When Wang He saw that Ying Zheng did not move but just narrowed his eyes, he knew that Ying Zheng was signaling him to take action.
He quickly stood up and shouted angrily: "Le Cheng, who are you questioning again? Are you thinking that I can no longer surround Handan?!"
Le Cheng jokingly said, "Who was I then? It was General Wang He. I wonder if your shoulder still hurts? If not, I'd like you to shoot another arrow at me!"
The other envoys in the hall sat there with their eyes and noses in their minds, and no one said a word.
This was a battle between the states of Zhao and Qin. If Qin won, the alliance would be worry-free; if Qin lost, it would lose face.
This is inevitable. Every time major countries form an alliance, there are always other countries that are dissatisfied and then cause trouble.
If the strength is equal, there will naturally be no other problems. If they are a little weaker, there will be no problem either.
However, it was the first time that a country like Zhao dared to shout like this even though its generals had been beheaded and tens of thousands of soldiers had been captured.
Wang He was about to say something when Ying Zheng called him back, "Lord Wu'an, please sit down."
Since Ying Zheng had spoken, Wang He naturally would not act on impulse. He sat down with a muffled groan, looking at Le Cheng below with his tiger eyes, wishing he could tear him apart alive.
"Are you Le Cheng, the Wuxiang Lord of Zhao?" Ying Zheng looked at Le Cheng and asked with a smile.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. I am the Lord Wuxiang of Zhao." Le Cheng was still concerned about Ying Zheng's identity and bowed to greet him.
"Zhao promised to give us the geomancy maps of five cities of Great Qin, along with fifty thousand taels of gold. Has Lord Wuxiang brought all of them?"
Ying Zheng still looked at Le Cheng with a smile on his face, but his hands on the table were tapping rhythmically.
Le Cheng looked up at Ying Zheng and said, "My lord, are you young and have misremembered something? I don't have the feng shui map, but I have 30,000 taels of gold. If you want it, I will bring it up to you right away."
Ying Zheng just stared at Le Cheng, and seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he had a plan in mind.
"Wei Zhuang!"
Wei Zhuang raised his head, opened his eyes, looked at Ying Zheng, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wei Zhuang is here, please give your instructions."
"Is Tai Ake still sharp in my arms?"
"Shangli."
"I want a hand from that disrespectful person below. Is it possible to do it?"
"I wonder whether the emperor wants the left hand or the right hand."
"I thought about it and decided to have two."
"promise."
Le Cheng looked at the two people above who treated him like nothing, sneered, drew his sword from his waist, and said angrily: "Young Master Zheng, you are a child, and you dare to come to Anyi to preside over the alliance?
If you still want someone's arm, then let him take it, or let that loser take it and try!"
Ying Zheng looked at him expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Wei Zhuang walked down slowly.
As slow as a walk.
Le Cheng felt as if the world around him had suddenly become quiet.
Or, is it that he can't move? !
Wei Zhuang slowly walked to Le Cheng's side, his face expressionless. He slowly pulled out Tai'a from his arms and slowly put it down.
Le Cheng just watched him drop the sword. He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. He just watched the sword fall, taking away his arms and the blood that spurted out of his arms.
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