Ying Zheng tried his best to suppress the worry in his heart, smiled and nodded to Han Lu. Seeing that he did not take the wine bottle, nor did he show any dissatisfaction, he just drank at the person holding the wine again: "Hurry up and pour some wine for Han Jun!

"The man agreed. Seeing Ying Zheng frowning, he shrank subconsciously. Han Lu hesitated for a moment. Although there was still some reluctance on his face, he still took the drink and responded to his small movement.

, Yingzheng could see that this person is kind-hearted and can be trusted but cannot be reused. Otherwise, this character must be bad. At that moment, he frowned slightly, and then relaxed: "Han Jun, I have to rely on you in this road of government."

comprehensive."

Han Lu's expression was slightly reluctant, and he was obviously not very good at concealing his emotions. However, according to what Ying Zheng said, he just didn't want to drink the wine, but he couldn't find an excuse to refuse. What's more, although he doubted that the wine would

There was a problem, but I always felt that Ying Zheng would not be so bold as to harm him in public, so he hesitated for a moment, then held the wine bottle, pointed the mouth of the bottle to his lips, covered it with his wide sleeves, drank it all, and then turned around and put the bottle away.

He handed it to the person next to him and said respectfully: "Master, it's serious. It's just a matter that belongs to the general. How can I rely on you to speak out?"

After saying this, Han Lu seemed to have discovered the man who was locked in Nie Yuan's hand and his face was bruised, but he was stubborn and silent. He hesitated and said: "I wonder what this person has done to make you angry, sir?"

"It's not a big deal." Ying Zheng laughed twice, then turned back to Nie Yuan and said: "Master, could you please feed him this lamb leg for a few bites? Since he trusts his craftsmanship so much, he happened to have a taste first.

See how it tastes, Zheng and Master will share it with Han Jun!"

Nie Yuan chuckled and said nothing. With a shake of his right hand, the long sword in his arms was unsheathed. With a "clang" sound, he pulled out the dark sword blade, which was about one meter long, and shared it with everyone at the moment.

It was different from the usual bronze sword. The blade of his sword was completely dark with a few simple patterns. The blade didn't look sharp. Han Lu looked slightly sideways and took a few more glances at this slightly strange long sword. He didn't understand Ying Zheng.

What was the purpose? So he didn't say anything. He just watched Nie Yuan pick up the leg of lamb on the ground with his sword. He frowned slightly and was about to say something to stop him, but saw a look of horror on the face of the man who was restrained by Nie Yuan.

He frowned, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"No, I won't!" The man who was originally full of shame and anger suddenly showed a look of panic, struggling desperately: "Who dares to force me to eat!" As he said this, he looked at the winner with a ferocious expression.

Zheng: "Ignorant boy, if you dare to harm me, Mrs. Rirou will never let him go!" Although he did not specify his last name, everyone present knew that the person he was referring to was alluding to Ying Zheng.

After hearing what he said, Ying Zheng smiled slightly, but Leng Hehui threw the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, stood up, and violently shook his wide sleeves, showing a wave of enthusiasm.

Amid the strong cold wind, although Yingzheng is young, his figure is as tall as that of an ordinary adult. Especially the sneers on his face and the gloomy look in his brows make up for his lack of age and bring out a sense of pressure.

Feeling the feeling, the wine bottle rolled twice on the bluestone floor before it stopped. No one in the room dared to say anything. Only Nie Yuan's expression remained unchanged, but Ying Zhenghan said in a cold voice: "I don't know who he is referring to."

?”

Ying Zhengsi walked towards the man in a slow and orderly manner, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his waist. Although he was young, he had a special status, and now he had a handful hanging on his waist. In the palace of King Zhao, Xiaocheng Wang Yingdan was

Ying Zheng gave him a bronze sword as a gift. Ying Zheng put his hand on the hilt and rubbed it with a playful expression: "You are roasting a lamb for me. Your heart is commendable. I am not a man of small means, so I will give you a bite of the mutton."

Eat, you are not grateful, but you still reply in this tone, why?”….

After he finished speaking, he signaled Nie Yuan to lift the mutton, drew his long sword, cut off a large piece, and said to Nie Yuan: "Master, please help me."

"This meat is pretty good, but I want you to taste it first!" After Ying Zheng finished speaking, Nie Yuan reached out and pinched the man's chin. There was a crisp 'click' sound, and everyone subconsciously felt a chill on their backs, but when they saw that

The man's chin had drooped unnaturally, and before he could even cry out in pain, Ying Zheng stuffed mutton into his mouth and blocked his mouth firmly.

After stuffing the man with the meat, the man had a look of extreme pain on his face and wanted to struggle for life, but Nie Yuan squeezed him so tightly that he couldn't even move. There was a look of despair in his eyes.

, the expression on his face gradually became ferocious, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, and then blood oozed from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, a low howl came from his mouth, his legs stretched straight, and he kept scratching on the ground. In less than two quarters of an hour,

The man screamed repeatedly, his body was convulsing, bleeding from all his orifices, and his breath gradually became weak.

Nie Yuan's eyes widened when he saw that this man had no breath left. Two streams of dark blood were still crisscrossing his cheeks. Seeing that he could not survive, he frowned and threw the man away who was almost stiff.

On the ground, seeing that his body was still twitching subconsciously, he couldn't help but coldly snorted: "It's your own fault!"

All this happened so fast. The Han Lu and others who were summoned were all pale by now. Looking at the man who was still struggling on the ground and obviously in great pain, cold sweat was running down their backs.

Wet, no one spoke for a long time, and everyone looked very ugly.

He used a trick to kill the chicken and showed it to the monkey. The effect was there, but it was not very obvious. The wealth and wealth moved people's hearts. Ying Zheng obviously saw a few people's eyes flashing with strange colors, and secretly regarded the appearance of these people.

He remembered it in his heart. At this moment, Han Lu's face changed drastically, with an angry look in his eyes. Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't say anything, he was obviously waiting for him to give an explanation.

"What do you think of this good show?" Ying Zhengsi slowly wiped the long sword that he had just shaved off the mutton on the man who was already lying on the ground and huddled up, and wiped away the oil stains on the sword.

After wiping it clean, he returned the sword to its sheath, put one hand on the hilt, and tilted his head to look at Han Lu: "What do you think, Lord Han, of this matter? This thief wanted to assassinate me, and he deserves to be punished for his crime. He died like this, how can he still do it?"

It’s really an advantage for him, but I don’t know how many others have this intention!”

Han Lu's face changed slightly. Hearing Ying Zheng ask him to give an explanation, he felt very dissatisfied. But no matter what, Ying Zheng was still the son of Qin. Today's Yingzi Chu does not have many heirs. The current king Xiaowen and Wang Zhu are not in good health. Now Xin

Ming, he has not yet been formally established as a king, and Yingzheng's future is unknown. In addition, his biological mother Zhao Ji is beautiful and has been separated from the young master Zichu for many years. He can still care about him. Will Yingzheng become one of the supreme kings in the future?

The position is really uncertain. Offending him at this time is really not a wise move for a mid-range party like Han Lu who neither relies on any party nor supports anyone.

Although he was worried, Han Lu hesitated and still did not show his dissatisfaction. Although he vaguely understood the situation at this moment, Ying Zheng did not introduce him before, and did not say hello to him, so he directly sent his subordinates to him.

As for the execution, Han Lu was secretly angry, but he didn't want to offend Ying Zheng, so he was in a dilemma for a long time, not knowing what to do. After hearing Ying Zheng's question, he smiled at him and raised his hand: "General

Some people don’t quite understand what Mr. Zheng means by these words. This person is a subordinate of the last general, but he has committed an offense and made you unhappy, Mr. Zheng?"

Ying Zheng heard the faint anger in his words and sneered: "I thought Han Qing was a smart person, but I didn't expect him to be so stupid!"

Han Lu's face was livid at the moment, his lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were staring at Ying Zheng. The followers around him also had unkind expressions. However, due to Ying Zheng's status, no one raised any objections at the moment. Ying Zheng didn't care about this and frowned.

He pulled out the bronze sword again, and slashed the man who had stopped moving twice with his sword, shaving off the beard all over his face, and then pushed the long sword with a clang.

He returned to the sheath and said coldly: "This person had ulterior motives and sneaked into the team to assassinate my son. He was discovered by me and has now been executed!"...

After saying this, Ying Zheng raised his head, looked around, smiled and said, "Do you have any objections?"

His voice had the unique sharpness of a child, and his eyes were a little gloomy. Although there was still a slight smile on his face, the coldness when he spoke was so cold that it penetrated into the bones. Han Lu and others actually flinched, and they realized when they came back to their senses.

He and others were oppressed by the aura of a child under ten years old, and they all looked a little unsightly at the moment. After hesitating for a moment, Han Lu gritted his teeth and made up his mind:

"Young Master's eyes are as bright as fire. This person disguised himself all the way and sneaked into the team. He will be deceived in the end. Thanks to you, please punish him!" As he said this, he looked back and saw a face with dark blood stains on the ground and a thick black beard.

, goosebumps appeared on my back, and there was a chill in my teeth when I spoke. Suddenly I didn't dare to look at Ying Zheng's face, I just felt that even the soles of my feet were a little cold.

"If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, you can do better!" Ying Zheng nodded and said nothing. He just directed everyone to carry the roasted lamb with special spices down, and ordered people to slaughter the lamb cakes and bake them again.

When they came up, Han Lu and others were afraid and wanted to leave, but they saw Yingzheng chatting and laughing. They had just seen his methods. No one dared to leave now. They all laughed and sat with them to eat and drink. They were just joking before seeing Yingzheng.

He took the man's life in a short time, and his methods were ruthless. Han Lu did not dare to take the victory as a matter of course. He was young and timid and did not dare to kill people. However, when faced with the food and drink he rewarded, he did not dare to refuse, so he persisted.

After stuffing a lot of wine and meat into his scalp, when they dispersed in the evening, except for Yingzheng's master and disciples, no one from the Qin people really took a rest. They all worked hard for most of the night, and they were still in low spirits when they set off the next day.

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