"Zhao Gao!"

"I'm here!"

Hearing Ying Zheng's call, Zhao Gao hurriedly walked to Ying Zheng with his body. Ying Zheng tapped the table with his finger and asked, "Are you ready?"

Zhao Gao quickly replied, "Go back to the king, I was ready at noon yesterday. There are two deep pits in total, and there are guards next to them. The king can go there at any time."

"Well, it's done well! Lord Wang, all the great scholars, let's go with me to see a good show."

Everyone was not sure about it and it was difficult to ask questions, so they had to walk out of the city with the King of Qin. Along the way, the white-clothed Confucian scholar was wrapped in it by the black armored guards. The two completely opposite colors formed a sharp contrast. Ordinary Qin people lay on their windows and looked out. Seeing this situation, they knew that something must have happened. Curious people spontaneously followed the team, and more and more people were.

About five miles outside Xianyang City, this place was originally a grassy field, but now two large pits three or four meters deep have been dug out. A wooden platform was built more than 50 meters away from the edge of the pit. Ying Zheng, Wang Ji and the great scholars were on that platform. Teams of black armored guards formed a human wall, separating the Confucian scholars from ordinary people. The sharp spear tips were consistent with the outside, making the ordinary people dare not get too close to them and could only look out from a distance.

At the only entrance to the human wall, ox carts were slowly coming, rolls of bamboo slips were piled up on it randomly, like a lonely grave of ownerlessness. From a distance, the entire convoy was connected into a long dragon, and there was no end at all.

"How many bamboo slips do you need to pull over!"

"That's right, I don't know what to do with these things."

"Hey hey, look, isn't the one standing inside Mr. Han? He doesn't teach well in a private school, why are he here to come?"

"You don't understand this. The white-bearded person on the stage is his teacher..."

Ordinary people don’t know which show they are here, and they are mostly curious about it, but the great scholars sitting on the stage smelled something unusual.

"Master, I don't know what you are doing to bring your old disciples to the audience."

The old man with white beard is a long-time scholar. His extensive knowledge and rich life experience make him faintly the leader of these Confucian scholars. However, this old man reads a bit stupid. To be nice, he is straightforward, but to be ugly, he is a stubborn donkey. Relying on his qualifications, he has a tendency to be defeated and retreat.

"Mr. Kong, I gathered your disciples and disciples together, and there was nothing else. I just wanted you to admit Gu's blood in front of them, and then burn down the bamboo slips filled with fallacies and evil sayings with your own hands. Even if this matter is over, you old men humiliate Gu, Gu will not blame him for his past. Lord Wang, what do you think Gu's behavior?"

Wang Ji was stunned when he heard this. This was actually Ying Zheng's disguise retreat. However, if these Su Rus were really convinced and recognized Ying Zheng's royal identity, it would be quite unfavorable to Ying Guang's subsequent plan.

Thinking of this, Wang Ji said, "The king is wise, but this bloodline is related to the face of the royal family. I think everyone has their own ideas, so I still can't say more."

Mr. Kong next to him said, "King, the matter of bloodline is related to the orthodoxy of the royal family. You must not be careless in this matter. I am also loyal to you. I just want to justify the king's name, so please allow the king and don't make things difficult for me."

The old man also calculated clearly. He knew that Ying Zheng was a little loose, and he thought that he was also concerned about the influence of Confucian scholars in the Central Plains. He was so brave that he said that he was much tougher. However, these Confucian scholars have always been superficial and have no specific plans at all. They kept saying that they were just trying to make a good name for their Confucian scholars, and this young King of Qin became their stepping stone.

"Oh? According to Mr. Kong's intention, Ying She, who guarded the tomb, and Ying Guang, who rebels, came back to confront her? Not to mention whether they can represent my Ying royal family, but the identities of these two people have already had a big problem. One is a crime minister who plots against the traitor, and the other is a traitor. What can their words prove!"

Mr. Kong smiled slightly, touched his beard and said, "This is the king's family matter. I'm sorry I can do nothing."

This relationship is good, and it is enough to say it, but he seems to have forgotten the identity of the person in front of him and the environment in which his disciples and grandchildren are. The young man in front of him is the current King of Qin, and the King of Qin also has a sharp blade in his hand, called the army.

"Okay, another one who lets Gu make the decision."

Ying Zheng smiled and glanced at Wang Ji, and said to himself: "Since that's the case, then I will use my own method to solve it!"

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up, and his face, which was originally full of smiles, suddenly became cloudy. The momentum in his high position suddenly emanated, which made Su Ru present stunned. At this time, they remembered that even if the sharp blade was in the hands of the child, it could kill people, but they seemed to have reacted a little late.

"Push all the sour and corrupt Confucian scholars into the pit! Burn all the miscellaneous bamboo slips for me! All! Don't leave them!"

Ying Zheng shouted at the top of his lungs, and the sound of breaking through the air, shocking everyone in the audience. The soldiers who were obeying orders were the first to react. They kicked the white-clothed Confucian scholar in front of them, fluent and without any delay. For them, killing the enemy is the same as killing their own people.

Those Confucian scholars who only read the books of sages are not opponents of those soldiers. When the first soldier took action, the Confucian scholars who were standing in the queue seemed to drip water into the calm oil surface, and instantly boiled. Some of them knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, some of them rose up to resist, and some of them hugged their heads to find a way out. The gentle etiquette they had always spoken became worthless in the face of death. At this time, as long as Ying Zheng ordered them to live, not to mention a matter of blood, even if Ying Zheng said that he founded the Qin Dynasty, there would definitely be a large number of people following behind and sang praises.

However, at this moment, Ying Zheng had been blinded by his anger. The screams and begging for mercy gave him a perverted pleasure, controlling other people's lives, and the temptation of power made him forget the trouble that might be brought in the future. Now, he just wants to kill all the white-clothed people in front of him!

"King! King! No, you can't do this! These are all talents. If you kill them all like this, it will be unfavorable for the country! King, King! Let's not say more, your bloodline is the most noble!"

Ying Zheng grinned his teeth with a smile, and he looked very much like a ferocious beast that was devouring people!

"It's too late to say now!"

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Chapter completed!