Mongolian Mansion.

A eunuch came out of the gate of the Mongolian Mansion, with an ugly expression on his face.

Looking back at the tall gate of the Mongolian Mansion, the eunuch said to himself: "Ying Chengqiu participated in politics, but Meng Ao did not stop him and lied that he did not know. He had such an attitude, so he should report it to the Queen Mother as soon as possible."

With his head down, the eunuch hurriedly left.

After three o'clock, a grassless land that was two meters long and one meter wide appeared on the grass thirty miles outside the east gate of Xianyang City.

The soil in this grassless land was wet, just like it had just been turned up from the ground, with a smooth corner of eunuch's clothes growing on the new soil.

An old farmer carried a hoe stained with damp soil and stepped on the corner of his clothes into the soil with his big feet covered with dirt. Then he nodded with satisfaction and walked back slowly.

"People eat earth for a lifetime, and people for a while, the young master's words are really reasonable."

Bang~

The old farmer's bank took eight or nine steps, and his dusty big hand suddenly slapped his forehead hard, leaving a lot of dust on his forehead.

"I haven't done these things for many years, and I've been unfamiliar with the skills and the process is unfamiliar with it, and I almost forgot something."

The old farmer turned back and found three dead tree branches, lined up in a row, and all inserted them in the grassless land. From a distance, it looked like someone was burning incense.

"Hehe, that's how it's right. The young master said that if you kill Zhao Xianglu's subordinates, you must insert three incense sticks whenever you have the conditions. Incense burner, incense burner, without incense plugs, where is it perfect?"

The old farmer glanced at a tree in the northeast and shouted at the top of his voice: "Some people are ungrateful and heartless. They don't even do anything for a broken incense burner."

All the fields are quiet.

Apart from the slight rustling sound of the wind blowing the grass, only the old farmer's shouts resounded throughout the place.

The old farmer stopped for five breaths, and the tree in his sight was still as usual, and nothing unusual.

"Bah! I've probably gone to Zhao Xianglu's bed, and even my bones have become soft."

He cursed in a low voice, and the old farmer swung his hoe on his shoulder, but this time he really left.

Not long after the old farmer left, behind the tree that the old farmer had been staring at, the middle-aged man held the sword with a gloomy face.

He looked at the direction of the old farmer's departure, but he didn't pull out the Qin sword in his hand.

He transferred all his anger to his feet, and the soil was splashing everywhere under his feet, and he jumped to the grassless land.

Looking at the three dead wood branches stuck in the soil, the middle-aged man's face became even more gloomy.

Seeing this scene, he remembered the scene of Ying Chengqiu killing people first and then burying people in front of the empress dowager.

The young master Cheng Cang, who had not yet grown a beard, had an adult smile on his tender face, which looked very inconsistent and evil.

He held a quick knife and was so neat that he would behead the counselor who had been giving advice to the Queen Mother.

After killing the man, Ying Chengzu was in the sight of the empress dowager who wanted to devour people. He took three Qin swords and inserted them all into the headless corpse.

In everyone's puzzled eyes, Ying Chengqiu explained in detail with a provocative look on his face: "Zhao Xianglu, everyone can plug in it."

Hum~

Qin Jian was unsheathed.

The middle-aged man slapped three dead wood branches with his bronze long sword and slapped them all for more than ten meters away.

He used his sword sheath to lift a handful of damp soil, which exploded and scattered. The buried person below showed his face. It was the eunuch who came out of the Mongolian Mansion.

Like this tomb of Three Scents, the middle-aged man has traveled seven places today.

When he left Yongdi, a total of five people who walked with him had eaten all the food from the earth besides him.

Even he didn't know that the two dark walkers who did not walk with him were also buried outside Xianyang City.

"General Manager Zhao was also dead, and the empress dowager's eyeliner placed by the eldest son has been removed from Chang'an Jun. Empress Dowager Han must have the highest level of secret guards to monitor at all times. The new eunuch surnamed Zhang was killed by Chang'an Jun in just three days. Since he arrived in Yongdi, the empress dowager's control over Xianyang Palace has become weaker and weaker."

The middle-aged man held Qin Jian, turned his head and looked at the direction of Xianyang City, and said silently for a moment: "Compared with these things, it seems that the Lord of Chang'an went to court to participate in politics, educated the eldest son, and influenced His Majesty to decide these three things, and it needs to be reported to the Empress Dowager."

There was no one around, and there was silence.

Three liang of sad words, and listen to the mountain ghost.

If the eunuch in the land could really turn into a mountain ghost, he would probably snatch the middle-aged man's ears and shout: "Meng Ao stands in the team and wins the scoundrel, this matter is the top priority!"

Mongolian Mansion.

Meng Tian entered Meng Ao's house.

"Dafather, have you slept?"

"Is someone here again? Birds, either no one comes, and when they come, who is it?" Meng Ao, who was lying on his side, facing the door with his back to his back, said dissatisfiedly.

He had seen the eunuch from Yongdi today, and he had been talking for a while, and he was feeling a sense of evil fire in his heart.

"It is the right prime minister Wang Wan, the left prime minister Wei Zhuang, and the censor Feng Quji and the other two, who want to pay homage to the eldest father."

"Huh?" Meng Ao turned around and said in surprise: "What are these birds who don't go to the battlefield looking for me?"

Meng Tian talked about the question and answer of his stupid brother Meng Yi on the palace road today, the dispute between the feudal system of the ministers in the court and Li Si's county system.

"Whatever you said, just tell me what Your Majesty is going to do!" Meng Ao interrupted dissatisfiedly after hearing this.

"Your Majesty has not made a decision yet."

"Then follow His Majesty's decision."

"Then the great father wait, I'll invite the three of them over."

"Why are you asking them to come here? When did I say I want to see them?" Meng Ao frowned.

Meng Tian hesitated: "The three of them have the power to the court, so they still have to meet each other, even if they are together."

"See, what did I do when I see three birdmen who have never been to the battlefield? I have no size and military achievements. I have nothing to say to them, but I won't see them!"

"The Meng family cannot be independent of the court." Meng Tian was still trying hard to persuade Meng Ao.

The old Meng Ao stared at his tiger eyes, looked at his most proud grandson, pointed to the sword hanging on the wall, and said angrily: "Qin State was defeated by sword, not by mouth! You always put your mind on those birdmen, how can I be assured to hand over the Meng family to you? I told you that our Meng family can stand firm because of war and loyalty! Don't be with those birdmen, the Meng family is only standing in front of His Majesty. Wherever His Majesty pointed, the Meng family will fight, as long as you do this, the Meng family will not fall!"

Meng Tian disagreed with Meng Ao's idea. He believed that the Meng family could not only go through military affairs. After so many years of war, the world was exhausted. There were not so many wars in the future, so where did the Meng family go?

But he didn't say much.

Arguing with an elderly man who is nearly 90 years old and has been firmly confident in his beliefs for seventy or eighty years. Even if the truth can be said, he will definitely not let the elderly change what they think in their minds.

"Which." Meng Tian responded and wanted to retreat, lowered his head and wondered what to say to comfort the three of them.

"I'll go to Xianyang Palace to meet Your Majesty later and ask if your Majesty wants to divide the feudal system or the county system."

The words came from behind almost stumbled on Meng Tian, ​​who was very powerful in martial arts, to the point of being in trouble.

Meng Tian turned his head, and looked like a big father, are you kidding, and said with a wry smile: "So straightforward?"

“Are you going to be a circle of detours when asking questions?”

"Big Father, did the grandson do something wrong? Why do you want the grandson to die?" Meng Tian said helplessly: "How can I ask His Majesty what he thinks?"

"What did you ask?"

“…will die.”

"You bird man, don't be fooled with Your Majesty, you will lose if you win or lose. Don't be afraid that Your Majesty will be suspicious. Your Majesty is a better wise ruler than the former King Zhaoxiang, and your mind is much broader than you imagined. If you don't change your mind, you will be the next Wang Jian at most."

Wang Jian is the only Marquis of Che and the only one who has been granted a fief. It is nothing wrong with becoming the next Wang Jian.

Meng Tian said in his heart, but he didn't dare to say that, and coaxed Meng Ao and said, "The grandson knows, and he will go later."

Meng Ao kicked Meng Tian on the bed and kicked her ass.
Chapter completed!