Chapter 59 Assassination Failed
The sky is full of rosy clouds, like rainbows spreading across the sky, giving this short journey a gorgeous coat.
Ying Zheng put the memorial he had reviewed aside.
Meng Yi collected the memorials and divided them according to the local departments, and would take them out and distribute them after he left.
He walked out carrying his brother and met his brother with a sullen expression at the palace gate.
Meng Tian unsheathed his sword at the door, handed it to a palace servant beside him, nodded to his brother, and walked into the palace with anger in his eyes.
"Meng Tian pays his respects to Your Majesty. As you expected, those people planned to assassinate us along the way." His voice rose slightly, filled with anger and murderous intent. "Not only were there spies from the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, but even the Qin officials in Hualin Garden tipped off the group. They..."
Meng Yi walked further and further away, and the rest of the conversation became increasingly unclear. He turned back and saw the imposing Zhangtai Palace crouching like a giant beast, its yawning maw wide open in the gradually darkening sky, devouring all those with ulterior motives.
"Send it to various places." He handed the memorial to the official waiting on the side, took a wrong step, turned around and walked back.
He is the Minister of Internal Affairs who serves His Majesty and is also the last line of defense to protect His Majesty. He must not leave without the king's order.
When Meng Yi re-entered the Zhangtai Palace, he happened to hear his brother Meng Tian talking about today's trip, "The remnants of the six kingdoms should be killed, and those traitors should be killed even more!"
His tone was cold and gloomy. "Previous attempts at encirclement and suppression have yielded no results. I suspect there are leakers among the guards!"
"If it weren't for the immortal's blessing and the gift of immortal seeds, those rats in the gutter would probably still be hiding."
When he mentioned the fine breeds in Hualin Garden, his tone softened considerably. "I believe those people are nothing more than grasshoppers after autumn, and are not worthy of your Majesty risking his life."
Well, after all this talk, we are back to the topic of persuasion.
Ying Zheng raised his eyes and said in an ambiguous tone, "Meng Tian, when did you learn this trick?"
Meng Tian kept his mouth shut and pretended to be innocent.
At this moment, Meng Yi came over and rescued him, "Your Majesty, it will be time to set off in two quarters of an hour."
Ying Zheng stood up and said, "Tell Fusu to accompany you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already walked out of Zhangtai Palace.
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"Watching the ceremony of storing wheat seeds?" Weishengxue repeated his words with some difficulty, with question marks written all over his face.
Just harvesting wheat requires a ceremony. Isn't this too formalistic?
Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with a hint of smile. "Fellow Daoist, don't you want to go and see how much winter wheat was produced last time?"
Wei Shengxue nodded and accepted his temptation: "Yes! Let's go."
This is her first time to stimulate mutant plants on such a large scale, so she really needs to see what the success rate is.
"I don't think the output will be high." Sitting in the carriage, she hugged a specially made panda pillow, leaning against the carriage, with fruit tea and cakes at hand.
She analyzed seriously, "I don't even know which seeds are winter wheat. If I'm unlucky, I might plant a hundred and not even get a hundred. A snowfall will freeze them all to death."
Fusu had not had much contact with her before, and his impression of immortals had always been that they were gentle, reliable and mature. When he saw her like this, he was so shocked that he stood there in shock.
He turned his gaze to Ying Zheng: Father, have immortals always been like this?
Ying Zheng ignored him and pushed the plate of pastries in front of Wei Shengxue.
Judging from his proficiency, this is not the first or second time.
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"This is the best place for the assassination."
The young man pointed out the simple map, "It's dark, and this area is full of blind spots. Furthermore, the terrain is open, making it not the best place for an ambush. The guards on alert will subconsciously lower their guard."
"There are forests and villages nearby. If the assassination attempt fails, retreating through the forest into the river or hiding in the village to confuse the viewer is a good way to escape."
The location he chose was perfect for both advance and retreat. Now many men from the Six Nations were lying in ambush in the forest and on both sides of the road.
The young man stood facing the wind, looking at the slowly moving convoy, squinting his eyes slightly.
He could hear his confidant's repeated admonitions: "The tyrant has always been afraid of death. Even when he goes on tour, he always arranges a secondary carriage to prevent surprise attacks. Today, there is only one imperial carriage. I am afraid he may not be present, but is taking this opportunity to wipe out the forces of the six countries in one fell swoop."
"Master, please go first. If we succeed, we will come back to find you. If not, we won't let you become the victim of Qin Gou's sword."
"Yes, Master, as long as you are here, we can find other opportunities."
"Master, we will follow their lead, you retreat first!"
The subordinates tried to persuade him earnestly, but the leading young man slowly shook his head, "No, I won't leave."
"If I fail today, I'll never have another chance. I must watch Ying Zheng die on the spot!"
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Fortunately, the weather has been sunny for the past ten days. Hundreds of acres of wheat fields have been harvested, and today is the last day for drying them.
All the bagged wheat is piled up under a shed nearby, waiting to be inspected by Your Majesty and the Immortals before being stored in the warehouse and distributed to various places.
"Wang Li, lead the troops to support His Majesty." Wang Ben stood in the corridor, his eyes never leaving the grain seeds, and gave orders to his eldest son without turning his head.
Wang Li was wearing armor and standing with a sword in his hand. At this moment, they were not father and son, but commander-in-chief and general.
"I will definitely live up to your trust."
Wang Li turned around and left, ordering a team of people to leave Hualin Garden.
Liu Ji took Lao Fan with him and led a group of people carrying hoes and sickles to run out with him.
"We'll just hide aside for a while, and when they've almost finished fighting, we'll charge forward."
He whispered an instruction, patted the shoulder of the person beside him, and said earnestly, "Just listen to me when the time comes. When I call you to go, you rush out. Don't show up early and become a scapegoat."
"Got it, Boss Liu, we've all remembered it."
"We'll all listen to you."
Liu Ji nodded with satisfaction and took a few steps back: "Let's hide here first."
After saying that, he took the lead and retreated into a dry riverbed behind him. The weeds in front of him perfectly concealed his figure, and he could only glimpse the burning torches in one or two caravans through the intertwined grass leaves.
Others followed his example, hiding in the river and quietly waiting for the earth-shaking changes that were about to happen.
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In the carriage, several people were chatting leisurely. To be more precise, Weishengxue and Ying Zheng were chatting freely, while Fusu had an expression of information overload on his face the whole time.
How could this be possible? What is this? What did they say?
After a long while, they finally came to a topic where he could join in a few words. Fusu recalled the scenery he had seen outside the city. "A few years ago, I saw a field of flat green grass outside Xianyang City. The setting sun and weeping willows made the floating light sparkle like gold. It was really beautiful. If I wanted to go for an outing, I would choose this place."
Wei Shengxue imagined the scene in her mind and thought it was indeed quite nice, so she asked, "Is it suitable for a grill? I want to barbecue there."
Fusu said: "Yes." Even if it is not possible, we have to make it possible.
"Sister Yin Man is good at preparing food," he said. He glanced at Ying Zheng and saw that he had no intention of objecting before continuing, "If the immortal wants to go for an outing, then..."
"kill--!"
A roar echoed through the twilight in the wilderness.
"Kill the tyrant and avenge his blood!"
Fusu's words stopped abruptly and his face turned gloomy in an instant.
——It was an assassination attempt on my father!
How dare you hurt my father? You should be killed!
He reflexively reached for the sword at his waist, but found nothing.
All weapons must be put away in front of His Majesty. His sword had been handed over to the eunuchs when he got on the carriage.
He quickly withdrew his hand and moved in front of the car curtain, which was the most likely place for the arrow to break through.
Ying Zheng closed the memorial in his hand, looked up at his silly son's actions, and a hint of warmth floated in his eyes.
"Protect the emperor!"
"Protect His Majesty and the Young Master!"
The voices of the guards were heard outside the carriage. After a pause, another sentence was heard.
"Protect the Immortal!"
When Fusu heard the last sentence, his expression changed and a feeling of absurdity surged in his heart.
Immortals...need their protection?
He turned around and saw a crisscrossing green net emerging inside the car, with red dots approaching from both sides, and a red symbol in the upper right corner changing.
Fusu recognized that these were the numbers used by immortals.
"Is this... an ambush?"
It turned out that his father and the immortals were well prepared. Fusu was still standing in front of the curtain, but his aura had become low, like a big dog with its ears and tail drooping.
Seeing his demeanor, Ying Zheng's rising satisfaction was suppressed again, and he said in a cold tone: "Come here and sit down."
Wei Shengxue looked at this, then looked at that, and kept quiet.
Let them solve this kind of family ethics drama themselves.
In just a few words of conversation, the sound of people and horses moving outside the carriage was heard, followed by the sharp sound of weapons clashing.
The carriage stopped.
Thick curtains quickly covered the windows on all four sides, which was a barrier strong enough to block close-range crossbow shooting.
Ying Zheng lit the lamp and the slightly darkened carriage became bright again.
Wei Shengxue looked at the candlelight that cast a faint warmth on his face, and an inopportune thought flashed through his mind: Daqin lacks an electric light.
"Father..." Fusu's voice sounded with worry.
Ying Zheng looked up at him, and the indifference in his eyes made him stop what he wanted to say.
Weishengxue: I feel like a sandwich.
Could this kind of drama of a father and son quarreling not be played out in front of her, a person who doesn't even have parents?
Wei Shengxue tried to divert her attention. The curtains on the carriage that could block the crossbow arrows could not block her spreading spiritual thoughts. Everything outside was clearly reflected in her mind.
"They want to restore their country? Why do they use the slogan 'acting on behalf of heaven'?"
She couldn't understand this idea. It was normal to want to restore the country. She could just raise the flag of rebellion. Why use other excuses?
Ying Zheng would not explain to Fusu, but he did not hesitate to clear her mind, "Restoring the country is a lie. What they want is to restore the former wealth and honor."
"Then we shouldn't touch the grain! Those are the only seeds we have, and even I can't make them sprout a second time!" Weishengxue was very angry.
She already knew the grain production here, and also knew that most of the people here could only survive by farming. Once there was no harvest, they would have to starve.
Even she, who had only been here for half a year, knew that it was impossible for those people not to know the consequences of burning the wheat fields, but they still did it!
"If you can't put people first, why are you still claiming to be speaking for the people? A hypocrite who acts both in power and in vain is worse than an honest villain!"
Ying Zheng just laughed off her anger and even felt relieved.
Fusu, who was standing beside him, heard this and his eyes lit up. "Does the immortal also believe that we should be benevolent and treat the people well?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Wei Shengxue watched his father's face beside him darken.
The change in expression was so obvious that even she, who was not good at reading people's expressions, could see it.
“Bang!”
Fusu quickly came back to his senses and looked nervously towards the place where the sound came from.
"It's a heavy crossbow!"
His expression was grim, his previous joy completely gone, leaving only resentment. "I even got a heavy crossbow. How did the people at the checkpoint check it?"
"Father, I beg your Majesty to kill the enemy!"
He is the eldest son of the First Emperor and the future master of the Qin Empire. Qin Ying's sharpness and edge flow in his blood.
He is gentle and kind, but never weak or timid!
Ying Zheng looked at him steadily, and for the first time, Fusu looked directly into his father's eyes without flinching.
"Go ahead, let me see what you can do."
The emperor's tone was flat.
Fusu took down the bow and arrow hanging on the carriage and lifted the curtain to go out.
Meng Yi was so frightened when he saw him come out that his voice cracked. However, he was worried about the bandits and did not dare to shout loudly. He could only lower his voice and said urgently: "Master, go back quickly! It's dangerous outside!"
"My dear son, you are a precious person. How can you put yourself in danger? Please don't make His Majesty worry!"
Fusu ignored him, drew his bow and arrow, aimed at an enemy who was particularly brave in attacking, and shot -
puff!
The man was hit in the neck and blood gushed out. He fell to the ground.
puff!
Another arrow!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Every arrow hit its target, and each one accurately hit the bravest person in the team.
Finally, someone noticed the conspicuous bag standing on the shaft of the cart amid the flash of swords and sabers.
“Who is that!”
"On the Emperor's carriage is a tyrant?!"
Fusu shot another arrow, piercing the person who had just spoken.
"I am Fusu, the eldest son of the First Emperor!"
He drew his bow and arrow, his gentle features showing sharpness at this moment.
"I'm here to take your lives!"
"Wow~ Your son looks very handsome today."
Wei Shengxue was a skilled and courageous person. She relied on the fact that no one could hurt her. She thought using her spiritual sense was not intuitive enough, so she lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out. When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but turn around and praise Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng's face was filled with undisguised satisfaction and pride at her evaluation. His voice was gentle, drowned out by the resounding cries of killing. "He is my most outstanding child, my heir. He will inherit the mighty empire from me for the next generation... and for eternity."
Wei Shengxue saw his obvious emotion and curled her lips, "You definitely didn't say that in front of him."
"The relationship between fathers and sons here is really weird. A compliment is like a death sentence."
Ying Zheng remained silent, saying, "He still has a long way to go before he can take over this vast empire."
Wei Shengxue stuck his head out again and looked around. A corner of blood leaked out from the opened curtain of the carriage, and there was splattered flesh and blood, and scattered limbs and arms. This was the most common scene on the battlefield.
Ying Zheng's eyes fell on the immortal's face, whose expression did not change at all. "Is your hometown also full of war?" He was so used to such scenes.
"No, we haven't fought a war for many, many years." Weishengxue didn't know why he thought so, but still told the truth.
This answer was somewhat unexpected. Ying Zheng said, "I see you seem to be accustomed to such bloodshed."
Weishengxue blinked and said, "You'll get used to it after seeing it so many times." But she didn't say anything more.
After a while, a vibration sound came from the ground.
It was the sound of galloping horses.
Ying Zheng: "Hualinyuan is here to help."
Wei Shengxue turned around and smiled brightly, "Fellow Daoist, they are having a lively fight outside. As the most powerful person here, how can you not join in the fun?"
Ying Zheng: "Oh?"
"Prince Fusu is standing on the shaft of the carriage and has taken all the limelight. We have to be a bigger and more conspicuous package than him!" Weishengxue pointed to the roof of the carriage, and her meaning was very clear.
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Fusu only felt the car body shake, and the arrow shot out of the direction of the target by one degree. He turned his head and almost screamed.
"Father!"
The eldest son, who had been so majestic just now, now looked terrified, and his hands holding the bow were shaking.
"Dad, come down quickly!" He only dared to call out in a low voice, for fear of attracting unnecessary attention to him.
He is now the Meng Yi just now!
The emperor's carriage stands out for its superiority. Standing on it, you can overlook the entire scene.
Ying Zheng stood on it, and the piles of corpses below were even more conspicuous. The bandits from the six countries rushed out from both sides almost continuously, rushing towards the chariot one after another, but were shot through by powerful crossbows before they got close.
"Come out in full force, right." A cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, which were already as silent as the abyss, became even more sinister, but did not reflect anyone's shadow.
A bunch of chickens and dogs are not worthy of his eyes.
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"Master, who is that?!"
The person who was watching the occupants from a distance noticed the changes here and couldn't help but exclaimed, "That's the tyrant?!"
"That's impossible! How dare Ying Zheng, such a cowardly bastard, come out and stand in such a conspicuous place?"
The young man followed his gaze, but it only stayed on Ying Zheng for a moment before sliding onto the strange woman beside him. He curled his fingers, feeling uneasy, "That's Ying Zheng."
"The man next to him is the immortal that Qin claimed to be."
“Kill them!”
"Yes!" A man beside him took the order and left. He wanted to personally lead the remaining people to join the battle.
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"Protect His Majesty!"
"Fight for His Majesty!"
The noise of the cavalry charge became louder, and new shouts and screams were heard. It was Wang Li who arrived with his men.
Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the morale of the guards in the convoy became even higher, and a surge of strength surged again in their bodies that had originally felt a little exhausted.
"Long live His Majesty! Long live the Great Qin!"
"Kill these traitors!"
The people of the six nations are risking everything in this final battle, and they will not back down.
"Kill the tyrant! Avenge blood!"
Both sides were determined to fight to the death. The spacious official road was like a small meat grinder, with scattered limbs and arms and corpses everywhere.
Ying Zheng just stood on the roof of the car without saying a word, but just standing there, there was no way anyone would mistake him.
Not to mention that Wei Shengxue exploded a halo behind him in order to be conspicuous enough.
If you want to be the brightest one in the crowd!
With the particularly dazzling 'flashlight' behind him, Ying Zheng looked calm and steady, holding his sword. The majesty of an emperor naturally emanated from him, shining like the sun in all directions.
He looks down upon the world and all the living beings bow to him.
Liu Ji, hiding behind the bushes, stretched his neck and sighed, "A real man should be like this!"
Dazzling enough and provocative enough.
The remnants of the six kingdoms, which had originally shown signs of decline, regained their momentum.
"Kill the tyrant!"
"Kill him!"
Wei Shengxue tilted her head to the side.
There was someone staring at her in the darkness.
The tall man subconsciously took a step back as his eyes, as if seeing through everything, shot straight at him, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Master, she discovered me!"
He lowered his head and tried to persuade her again, "Master, your whereabouts have been exposed. Please retreat immediately!"
"Yes, Master, we must retreat immediately! I'll go and obscure the view, and have someone take you through the river beside. Across the river is a dense forest, and the cover of night is perfect for concealing our tracks."
"Master, let's go!"
"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about the king. My king is imprisoned by that tyrant, and now only you can save him! Master, please take care of yourself!"
The young man clenched his fists tightly, the resentment that kept surging and colliding made his chest heave violently. He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, all emotions had been suppressed.
"Walk!"
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Bang!
Liu Ji stretched out his hand and slapped a bug to death, his eyes fixed on the battle situation. Just when he was about to seize the opportunity to rush out, voices suddenly came from the bushes beside him.
"Master, this is it. It's hidden here, and Qin Gou will definitely not be able to find it!"
Liu Ji paused in his rush and shrank back into the bushes.
"If this plan fails, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future." The boy's voice was calm and gloomy, unlike his peers.
Fuck! The mastermind!
A beating heart, trembling hands!
Liu Ji pricked up his ears to carefully distinguish the footsteps.
One, two, three...eight!
Only eight people!
I'm here to help you get promoted and make a fortune!
I, Liu Ji, am indeed extremely lucky!
"Take them down!"
With a loud roar, Liu Ji rushed towards the leading young man.
The man who was waiting behind him and almost fell asleep rushed forward in a panic, even forgetting to take the sickle that served as a weapon, and just reached out to hug his arms and legs.
The other party was caught off guard when a group of people suddenly rushed out from here, and was directly pressed down by seven or eight people. Someone above him shouted:
"I pinned his arm!"
"I hugged his legs!"
"I held his head down!"
The leading young man had just met Liu Ji and was hit on the head with a stick before he could even see his face. He fell to the ground in a daze.
At the end of his blurred consciousness, he saw a golden light suddenly explode in the dark night, and green light scattered like stars, falling from the sky.
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