As soon as he spoke, Qin Shihuang, who was standing, suddenly started to cough violently.

"Ahem~"

Qin Shihuang bent over halfway, and the attendants around him immediately rushed forward and called the imperial physician for treatment.

"Return to...Langya Palace."

After reluctantly giving the order, Qin Shihuang took everyone back.

The originally bustling coastal beaches began to become a little chaotic.

All the attendants who followed Qin Shihuang's trip were coming forward to protect him, and they did not dare to slack off at all, which would hurt this emperor forever.

Wang Yuan swallowed his words.

Because of his identity as a saint, he did not panic like others, but turned to look at Qin Shihuang and frowned slightly.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that this Zheng brother...

It seems a bit weird ~

[The leather factory will collapse, my sister-in-law will run away. Why do I feel something is wrong with this Zheng brother?]

【It feels so strange ~】

"Master, let's go and protect the father."

Hu Hai walked over and pulled Wang Yuan to follow him. The same was true for Xiang Yu. He was always behind Wang Yuan, protecting him closely.

The three of them left quickly, leaving only Zhao Zheng still in the same place.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and relief flashed in his eyes.

...

Xu Fu went out to sea and Qin Shihuang suddenly fell seriously ill. This Eastern Tour, which had just begun, soon covered a cloud of darkness.

Rumble!

The lightning flashed, and raindrops were falling from the sky, sprinkling the earth.

"It seems that the tyrant is indeed not good. We can take this opportunity to give him a last blow!"

"Let us send him on his way!"

"Brother Zhang Liang, your plan is really exquisite, and only you can think of it in the world."

"Thank you for your praise, this is the honor of ovary."

"It was this rain that gave the ovary plan a possibility of realization."

On a rainy night, the six kings hid near Langya Palace with their eyes burning.

Zhang Liang followed behind him, and except for agreeing, he did not have too much expression.

The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, completely submerging Liujun and Zhang Liang's figures.

The next day, the heavy rain stopped. Outside the small village, a drunk man was shaking, leaning left and right, back and forth, and talking all kinds of drunken language in his mouth.

"Haha! These wines tasted nothing..."

The drunk man seemed to be immersed in the drunken dream and did not pay any attention to the front.

Plop ~

He stepped on a heavy object under his feet, lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground with a thud, lifting a piece of mud and water.

"Who!"

“Dump things on the road?”

The drunk man was extremely dissatisfied. After such a fall, his forehead was bleeding and he became a little drunk and he was a little awake.

He barely stood up, and he was about to see what was tripping him.

The line of vision changes from blur to clarity, and there is a shadow extending slowly.

The drunken eyes gradually expanded and eventually became completely dull.

In the early morning after the rain, he tripped...
Chapter completed!