In mid-July, Qin Shihuang finally left Mount Tai Palace and officially set off along the Eastern Road to prepare to return to Xianyang.

It is already autumn, the common storms in summer have almost ended, and the rivers are gradually calming down. In addition, they are located in the prosperous place of the Central Plains, so the weather is clear on the way back, and there are almost no storms and waters. Even the bandits often appear along the way, but they are only attacked by dozens of bandits when passing by Wei, but they are only left with dozens of corpses.

After entering Sanchuan County on the Shunchi Road this day, it was almost time for the sky to reach Shen. Qin Shihuang felt a little hungry and asked the geographical officer who was accompanying him: "Where will be stationed in front? I am a little hungry!"

"When you go back to your Majesty, you are about to arrive in Yangwu County, but there is a difficult road ahead to call Bolangsha. After passing, you can find a flat place to stay and rest. Please be patient." The geography official quickly answered.

"Bolangsha~" Qin Shihuang suddenly stood up from the bumpy carriage, then quickly went to his pocket to search for the letter Chen Xu wrote to him, but only took out a gift bag. Only then did he remember that the letter had been swept away by the wind when he passed by Dongting Lake.

Looking at the tip of the bag in his hand, Qin Shihuang was silent for a moment and then ordered the team to stop. After hesitating for a long time, he opened the tip of the bag. There was a piece of white paper inside, but after it was unfolded, it was empty and there was nothing on it.

"Your Majesty is going to the southeast. Xu has a secret bag with a warning book. If you pass by a place called Bolangsha, don't be careless. Please burn incense in advance and cleanse your hands and watch it near the fire. But if you are not here, you must not open it!"

Qin Shihuang looked at the blank paper blankly, and then slowly recalled the contents of the letter in his mind.

"Call Shang Mu Ling and serve me quickly to wash up!"

Qin Shihuang ordered that all the officials and imperial guards who accompanied him were confused and could immediately station the headquarters in front of him. He didn't know why the emperor suddenly stopped washing, but he didn't dare to have any questions. So Shang Muling and a group of eunuchs and palace maids quickly prepared clear water for the emperor to wash his face and hands.

"Prepare for incense table and burn incense!" After washing, the emperor ordered again.

So under Taibu's command, the entourage quickly took off the incense table and spices from the tied carriage, and arranged them to light them.

Qin Shihuang walked to the soft cushion in front of the incense table and knelt down. After the spices were completely lit, the smoke rose, and then he asked someone to take the charcoal basin to make a fire. Then he took out the white paper from the brocade again and slowly approached the brazier.

A moment later, in Qin Shihuang's horrified eyes, a line of light yellow words slowly appeared on the white paper that was originally completely blank.

"If you set up a third chariot, the main and the deputy will not take it. This is the secret of heaven. Don't spread it outside!"

Looking at the handwriting on the white paper, Qin Shihuang's fingers kept trembling gently in fear. Suddenly, a purple smoke rose in the center of the white paper, and then a big hole was burned from the center. When the guards on both sides exclaimed and knocked off the burning white paper in Qin Shihuang's hand. A piece of white paper had almost burned to ashes and was swept away by the river wind.

"Your Majesty, I remember that this gift was sent by Chen Xu. Could it be that he wants to harm you?" Zhao Gao quickly expressed his suspicion.

"Don't talk nonsense at this time!" Qin Shihuang was still worried at this moment. He stared at his hand for a long time and turned around and ordered: "Let's station the headquarters, set up the emperor's deputy chariot three, guard it carefully in the evening, and go tomorrow morning!"

"Here~"

...

In the past, Han capital Xinzheng, on the edge of the Yellow River in the northern suburbs, there was a small yard of a dilapidated fisherman's house. Several broken fishing nets were hung on the wooden poles. A thatched hut inside was crooked and looked like it would collapse at any time.

A small fishing boat swayed in the afterglow of the sunset, squeaking from the reeds on the other side of the Yellow River. A young fisherman's costumes jumped off the boat and two old fishermen's costumes soon walked into the yard. In the dilapidated thatched hut, a young man in blue clothes came out. It was Zhang Liang who planned to assassinate Qin Shihuang last year in Xianyang.

"Zhang Langjun, we have found out that the emperor's carriage and horses are almost at Bolangsha, but for some reason they suddenly pierced the pedestal, as if they were ready to set off tomorrow morning!" said the older fisherman.

"Really?" Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment and then overjoyed.

"We hid on the nearby river beach for nearly half an hour, exactly the same as the situation we observed a few days ago. There should be no mistake!" said the fisherman.

"Okay, haha, okay, God is really helping me!" Zhang Liang clenched his fists and laughed, his handsome face slightly looked a little hideous and distorted, "Zhao Zheng, since you have fallen into the trap, you deserve to take your life this time!"

"Langjun Zhang, don't be careless. Now the emperor's sentry has been spread over the river bank for more than ten miles. If you want to attack at night, it may not be easy!" The young fisherman couldn't help but remind him.

"Attacking the camp is the worst strategy. Since he sets off tomorrow, he just left me the opportunity to plan. You two are ready to eat and drink and send me and the strongman across the river. I want to find a place to hide and ambush the convoy of Zhao Zheng tomorrow. The river is covered with reeds, and the terrain is bumpy and uneven. The wheels are easily trapped in the yellow sand. Just wait for the convoy to pass slowly, and it is time for me to take Zhao Zheng's life!" Zhang Liang's excited face began to turn red.

Time flies very quickly, and it is already the hour of You in a blink of an eye.

At this time, only a trace of redness remained in the setting sun. The sky was getting darker and the river wind was getting higher. The reeds on both sides of the river, which were densely covered with layers of reeds swaying and swaying. The howling of wild wolves from far and near came one after another. The river, which seemed peaceful and quiet during the sun, suddenly turned into a desolate primitive area.

Under the dark twilight, a fishing boat creaked to the other side of the river, and then hid in the reeds and slowly flowed down the river. When it was almost time for Bolangsha, two people came out of the cabin.

One of them is wearing strong suits, which is Zhang Liang.

The other one is extremely ugly and weird, burly, and is more than nine feet tall. He has naked upper body and brown hair. He has shorts on his lower body, barefoot and messy red hair like a savage. He has a big mouth, high nose, blue eyes, wide forehead. His muscles are twisted. His arms are thicker than ordinary people’s thighs. He carries a huge black iron cone on his shoulders. The tail end of the iron cone is also connected to the iron hoop on the weirdo’s wrist with chains.

After the two got off the boat, they were led by two fishermen and drilled into the dense layers of reeds on the river beach.

At this time, the sky was already extremely dark, and in the howling night wind, you could still hear the sound of horse hooves running back and forth.

Several wild wolves foraging suddenly appeared in front of the four people. The two fishermen walking in front pulled out the daggers at their waists, and Zhang Liang also pulled out the long sword at their waists. The weird man carrying the big iron cone suddenly rushed out, and the iron chain in his hand dangled and smashed the big iron cone out.

"Bang~aow~~"

Accompanied by a loud noise and the howl of the wild wolf, a wild wolf was smashed in the waist by a large iron cone. The remaining few were frightened and scattered, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Just when Zhang Liang and the two fishermen were so scared that they were gone, the monster dropped the hammer and threw it on the wolf corpse and teared off one of its hind legs, and bit it. The blood was so terrifying that it was seen.

"What was the sound just now?" The two imperial guards patrolling by horses stopped and listened carefully.

"I think it's a wild wolf fighting. It's ten miles away from the pedestal. It's okay, let's go!"

After a while, the two imperial guards rode their horses away, and the tranquility reeds were restored to their ears. The sound of wind was whizzing and undulating reeds were everywhere, and the river beach was even more desolate and lonely.

Lying on the ground and listening to the sound of horse hooves moving away, Zhang Liang then got up pale and whispered to the burly monster. The big monster reluctantly dropped the wolf legs in his hand, followed Zhang Liang and the two fishermen into the depths of the reeds.

A night passed by, and it was the end of the second day.

July is the season of clear and cool autumn.

Large patches of reeds along the Yellow River stretch for thousands of miles, with green grass and white flowers, and snow-white reeds like snow, rising and falling under the blowing of the river wind, like a white cloud swelling.

The dunes on the river bank are undulating. Standing on some high sand dunes, you can also see three or two fishing boats, pressing through the shimmering river water under the dawn light.

There were two dark and thin fishermen standing at the bow of the boat, in surprise, forgot to drive the boat, and stared at the densely packed imperial guards riding by the river bank. The flags covering the sky and the sun were waving in the wind. The team stretched for miles, and the low ox horn echoed for a long time under the sky.

The road should have been fifty steps wide at a flat place, with wooden tracks laid on it and a tree planted every three feet apart.

But along the Yellow River, there are soft sand and reeds, and the reeds were reborn. The road was built in autumn and winter last year. After spring and summer, it is autumn again. The reeds and weeds cut off on the road have long been reborn as old. After the heavy rains in summer and the erosion of the river, the road has collapsed on a large scale. The wooden tracks are buried under the mud and sand. The dunes on the ground are fluctuating. The sand is soft. The parade can only walk along the path left by the bus traveling south and north. Even if you ride a horse, you can't walk too fast. The carriage is like walking in the mud. The wheels are deep in the sand and the deepest. In addition, the roads are narrow, thousands of imperial guards can only escort the carriages forward and backward.

This place is called Bolangsha, and the place name comes from this.

Among the parades, the emperor's carriage was the most conspicuous, with guards from front, back and left and right. Each ride was ten feet apart. Under the whipping of the coachman, six horses pulled the luxurious carriage and walked forward in the sand dunes with difficulty.

In the carriage of the ministers who accompanied the parade behind the parade, there was an inconspicuous carriage with a two-horse pull. Qin Shihuang sat on it with a calm expression, looking at the majestic momentum in front of him, and the Xuanwu Guards who were disguised as servants were followed by Xuanwu Guards.

No one knew why the emperor suddenly stationed in the headquarters in advance yesterday.

Everyone didn't know why the emperor suddenly asked to buy three emperor carriages.

Everyone didn't know why the emperor gave up his jade chariot and sat in an ordinary carriage to pull goods.

Everyone was also wondering what was written on the white paper in the tip Chen Xu gave to the emperor?

But no one dared to question what the emperor wanted to do. If the emperor didn't say it, no one would ask.

The ministers accompanying him were not Confucian scholars and doctors from Qi and Lu, nor were the Fang family sorcerers from the people. They could criticize the emperor freely and at will, because the emperor was their parents of food and clothing, and they were the backers they relied on to serve the throne. Therefore, in the hearts of all ministers, the emperor would do whatever he wanted. The First Emperor was in power and no one dared to argue with his decision.

Carriages and horses slowly moved forward in the sand waves and reeds, and the sound of horse whip was crackling and the terrain became softer and harder. Many imperial guards simply got off the horse and helped push the cart, so the team grew longer and longer, extending nearly ten miles in front and back.

Between two low sand dunes several meters high, the galloping road passes through the cracks, with reeds on both sides. When the convoy passes here, it will inevitably be blocked by the sand dunes, so the speed is even slower. Many imperial guards dismount to help push carts.

On the sand dune on the left, two people were lying on the reeds, covered with weeds.

Zhang Liang looked at the imperial guards and chariots passing by without blinking, and when he saw the emperor's carriage riding in Liumala, his eyes were straight.

One...two...three...four...

On the road just a few dozen feet short, four carriages that the emperor was riding in came one after another.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Liang's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, his face was full of confusion, and at the same time, a dark cloud was shrouded in his heart, feeling that things seemed to have exceeded his predictions and control.

It was not until the first emperor's car was about to pass through the crack that Zhang Liang woke up and observed carefully. After a moment, his eyes fell on the third car, which was the most luxurious and the horse was particularly majestic.

After Zhang Liang was struggling for a long time, he saw that the first emperor car was about to pass, so he gritted his teeth and patted the strange man who was dozing off next to him, pointed at the third carriage and whispered: "Bad... eat meat... fill..."

The monster was shocked immediately, then he jumped up with a strange scream, and rushed out with a big iron cone. While running, the big iron cone in his hand danced. A black light swept across the imperial guards who were pushing the cart. Suddenly, the sound of puffs was endless. The dozens of imperial guards who had no time to react were directly knocked out by the iron cone. One by one, they were like tattered dolls, and blood and flesh were scattered in the air, and a strong smell of blood suddenly spread out.

"There is an assassin~~"

Accompanied by countless terrifying roars and roars, the imperial guards in front, back and left and right were in a mess. Some pulled out their swords and rushed towards the monsters, some looked for their own war horses, and some retreated to protect the carriages, but there was no arrangement in the panic. The monsters were like wild beasts, roaring and dancing chains, and the large iron cone swept out from all directions. The narrow road suddenly turned over.

"Boom~"

The big iron cone in the monster's hand hit hard on the third luxurious carriage, like a meteorite falling from the sky and smashing the carriage into pieces. Several horses pulling the carriage were also smashed over the ground.

"Eat meat...Eat meat..." Seeing that he had completed the task, the monster turned around excitedly and shouted loudly at the top of the sand dune.

"Puff puff puff puff puff~~"

Just as the monster stopped attacking, the chaotic imperial guards had already come back to their senses and started attacking with their crossbows in hand. Dozens of crossbow arrows shot at the monsters like locusts.

"Flesh...Flesh..." The weird man was shot like a hedgehog in an instant, but he was still standing straight and staring at the top of the mountain with his eyes. Blood rolled out from his mouth but he still muttered a word.

An imperial guard commander rushed up with a big sword in his hand. A golden light passed through the strange man's neck as he roared. A big red-haired messy head rose into the air. A bloody gushed out like a fountain, shining with blood in the sunshine of Chuchen.

"There is an assassin on the top of the hill, come out~~"

Another imperial guard commander waved the sword in his hand towards the top of the sand dunes, and countless imperial guards rushed up to the sand dunes on both sides, but after they rushed up, they found that the reeds were empty and Zhang Liang had long disappeared.

"Pursuit, don't let the assassin go!" The leader of the imperial guards roared, and at the same time, the horns and sirens sounded, and the parade that stretched for ten miles was in chaos.

At this time, a young man in a blue suit was running wildly in the reeds with his hair disheveled and running towards the river.

The moment the strong men of the country rushed out, Zhang Liang instantly felt that his assassination would inevitably fail, so he turned around and ran away without hesitation. He didn't need to see the strong men smash the carriage, because he was already convinced that Qin Shihuang was definitely not in the most luxurious carriage.

"Out~" Zhang Liang finally rushed to the riverside and jumped onto the fishing boat that had been waiting for a long time.
Chapter completed!