The whole of Xianyang was in full bloom.

There was no one on the road from the city gate to the front of Xianyang Palace, and nothing was blocking it.

The characters in Xianyang seemed to be placed in an invisible force, arranged neatly on both sides of the road.

A road paved with white marble slowly emerged, and Ying Zheng was now stepping on this road.

The sky in the distance is still dark, and the three big words "Return to Xianyang" still appear in the air, accompanied by a seal, illuminating the entire Xianyang.

The whole of Xianyang seemed to have returned to ancient times. He heard countless ancestors ringing bells and hitting the tripod, praising the only one in this world and praising Ying Zheng.

"Welcome to the Emperor!"

I don’t know who took the lead in kneeling down, nor who took the lead in praise, but I only know that the people on both sides of the road fell down in ash, and they all praised them: “Welcome to the Emperor!”

The whole of Xianyang was praising and the voice was echoing: "Welcome to the Emperor."

Ying Zheng walked calmly.

The Taia sword had long been tied around his waist, and the jade seal on the side floated around Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng's hands were naturally drooping, and his face was hidden under the crown, making him unable to see his expression clearly.

Meng Ao and Cai Ze led the court officials to follow on both sides.

It was also considered that the emperor favored this group of court officials and gave them a place to follow.

If it weren't for the gap specially left, these characters might not be able to keep up with Ying Zheng's pace.

But this place is also limited, and there is no limit on both sides of the White Marble Road, only one person is allowed to pass through.

"Why didn't Lu Xiang come to welcome me?"

Ying Zheng asked this, without looking back, without stopping, nor caring about the noise around him, and the resonance between heaven and earth.

Even though Ying Zheng's voice seemed small, it still echoed around the court officials, like a dragon's roar, surrounding the court officials.

"Lu Xiangzhe has been ill for more than a month, and he should still be resting in the mansion now!"

Meng Ao naturally would not tell the truth. After all, Lu Buwei just had this idea and did not tell the world. He just wanted to do it, but did not do it.

Nowadays, Cai Ze may not be able to deal with the chaos in Qin's domestic affairs alone. Although Lu Buwei has ambitions, he cannot stand it because he is really talented.

"Say sick?" Ying Zheng stopped slightly, and the dark clouds in the sky mixed together again. A thunder exploded, just like the might of heaven, which made the courtiers shudder.

Just then, Ying Zheng paused for a moment and then walked forward.

"General, please send someone to tell Lu Buwei that if I can't see him tomorrow morning, I will ask him to pack up and get out of Xianyang."

Meng Ao quickly responded, and saw that Ying Zheng had walked a distance, and did not dare to procrastinate, so he hurriedly followed.

The court officials behind him all lowered their heads and walked, as if they were discussing affairs in court, and the civil and military officials were divided and followed honestly.

Chen Xuan was floating in the sky, creating momentum for Ying Zheng at all times.

This is not only Ying Zheng's return to Xianyang, but also the preparation for Ying Zheng's ascension to the throne and becoming the King of Qin.

Chen Xuan didn't know how to lift the so-called authority, but it was probably from the moment Ying Zheng became the King of Qin.

If it is tradition, Ying Zheng will have to stay in the previous year before he can ascend the throne, but how could Chen Xuan wait for another year?

He had already put the spiritual energy into the Qin Dynasty. He didn't know when a person could practice appeared, and he could not take care of Ying Zheng all the time.

If he happened to steal Ying Zheng while he was not paying attention, where would he go to reason?

After all, now all spiritual qi techniques have popped up, and Ying Zichu has also written the name of "Qin Tiandi". History has been rewritten and it is the type that rewrites the general trend.

Chen Xuan is no longer sure whether Ying Zheng’s unification of China is a historical necessity.

If it is not inevitable, there will be accidents.

For Chen Xuan, this accident is unlikely to be even one in billions of possible situations.

Xianyang City is very big, at least it is not something that Ying Zheng can finish at this age, but Ying Zheng is still walking, and the praises in Xianyang City still have not stopped.

The white marble was still emerging, as if Ying Zheng had taken a step forward and spread it forward.

Ying Zheng seemed to be tired and walked forward like this.

The court officials following behind had long been unable to bear it, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered. After all, falling behind now means that they will have no foothold in the court in the future.

"Chen Xuan, enough, I'm a little tired."

Even though Chen Xuan casts spells, he is still a little tired after all.

It has been half an hour since Ying Zheng entered the city, and he has taken many roads, but he still hasn't even seen the gate of Xianyang Palace.

Chen Xuan looked at the bustling in Xianyang City and knew that the momentum had reached a peak. If Ying Zheng continued like this, he might have a counterproductive effect.

After all, not everyone likes to be suppressed. In the future, the court officials below must have at least one or two useful ones.

"Masayoshi, stand firm!"

Ying Zheng felt a dazed moment in front of him. When he saw it clearly, he had already arrived in front of Xianyang Palace.

The court officials just felt turbulent, and when they looked up, they saw Xianyang Palace right in front of them.

This time they truly experienced the miracle and knew that Ying Zheng in front of them was probably the emperor who came to the world and was the wise ruler who came to lead Qin to unify the world.

Of course, the most important thing is that as long as Ying Zheng goes high, the Qin State will be powerful. As long as he becomes strong, the power of the position will naturally increase.

For them, the fundamental reason for the Qin Dynasty is to strengthen it.

Ying Zheng looked at the Xianyang Palace with the palace gate open in front of him, and looked at the throne in the palace, knowing that in the future it would be the only one of him.

I no longer procrastinated, so I stepped onto the steps and walked towards Xianyang Palace step by step.

The court officials were originally going to follow, but they felt a sense of power dropping. They knelt on the ground and bowed their heads to salute.

"Happy to welcome the heavens!!"

It seems that the heaven and earth roar, and it resonates with countless characters, like the sacrifices of heaven and earth, and it is like the succession of the gods.

There is only one voice in the whole world, only one voice praising Ying Zheng.

At this moment, Ying Zheng seemed to have become the master of heaven and earth, and became the supreme of this heaven and earth.

When Ying Zheng was about to walk to the palace gate, Chen Xuan suddenly said: "Boy Zheng, don't panic no matter what happens in the future, believe me."

Ying Zheng didn't know what would happen later, but after Chen Xuan said so, he could only believe it.

Now he is like a puppet, playing the script written by Chen Xuan.

All the authority in the beast armor has been liberated to Chen Xuan.

When Ying Zheng stepped on the stairs in front of Xianyang Palace, the authority was fully opened to Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan also knew a lot and thought a lot at that moment.

The spiritual energy has been instilled, the Emperor of Heaven has appeared, and the entire world has already taken the prototype of upgrading. It would be a bit unreasonable to prevent the martial arts from coming out in this way.

And everything that happened afterwards was just to make the appearance of the exercises somewhat consistent with common sense.

Or, it is to use the name of miracles to rationalize this technique.

From the moment Ying Zheng stepped on the last stairs and was about to enter the palace in Xianyang, a roar seemed to roar in the sky, and a strong wind instantly broke out.

"roar--"

A tiger roar seemed to come with a strong wind, and Ying Zheng knew what the so-called follow-up was.

After turning slightly, he saw a white tiger lying in the air, roaring with its mouth open.

The white tiger was particularly handsome, with smooth fur interspersed in black and white. A green wind tray was around the white tiger, and there seemed to be several blood-colored evil shadows floating beside it.

The court officials below were attracted by the tiger's roar and unconsciously raised their heads, and saw the white tiger looking fiercely at Ying Zheng in front of the Xianyang Palace Gate.

"Son of the Lord, be careful!"

Meng Ao was about to get up and draw the sword, but his right hand touched his waist but he felt empty.

Only then did he remember that the armor on his body seemed to have disappeared after Ying Zheng came down from the mountain map.

This is the power of the emperor, and this is the so-called "sincere" of all ministers, they are not allowed to be entangled with soldiers and armor.

Ying Zheng did not panic, and slowly pulled out Taia from his waist, pointed at the white tiger in the distance, and said coldly: "What kind of ghosts are you? How dare you disturb the emperor."

The white tiger could not understand human words, so naturally it roared, and the blood-colored evil shadow that was faintly visible beside it left and rushed towards Ying Zheng at a very fast speed.

"upbraid!"

Ying Zheng just let out a light sigh and shouted, and the blood-colored evil shadow disappeared without a trace like a cloud blown away by the wind.

"You are such a big insect, you are so ungrateful." Ying Zheng pointed at the white tiger with his sword, and his face was under the crown, and he couldn't tell the reason. "Since he insisted on disturbing me, then stay."

How could the white tiger eat such a threat? Naturally, it roared and slapped over like a gust of wind.

Meng Ao and Cai Ze only felt a flash in front of them. When they saw clearly, they saw that the white tiger claws were even about to touch Ying Zheng's body.

Just, just even.

"Woo--"

There was only a cry of sorrow that the white tiger did not gush with blood, and it just dissipated like smoke.

The smoke was blood-colored and slowly floated into the sky, and then arranged into an article and an exercise.
To be continued...