It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

"As expected of a master under Lord Xinling, he entered Xianyang City with only a wooden sword."

Chen Yu understood that Li Xian was avoiding the topic and actually wanted to find out who had helped him enter the city through the conversation.

Chen Yu finally managed to escape from his minor post as Li Jianmen and found Wei Ju, only to discover that the prince of Wei, who held the greatest hope for their country's restoration, actually declared that there was nothing wrong with Qin.

Wei Ju happily became an official of the Qin State, devoted himself to studying his agricultural tools, and even kept saying that he wanted to tinker with composite crops and hybrid rice? Did he forget Wei Jia... How did Wei Xiangxian die?
Prince Yan's sister Yan Yue said it well. Wei Ju was just like Zhang Liang. He was bewitched, coaxed, and brainwashed by Ying Hehua! !
Yongan is a trouble that cannot be avoided!
Fortunately, Zhang Liang had shown them a clear path ten years ago - to lie low and wait for the opportunity.

Chen Yu and Zhang Er had been waiting for a long time, and finally the incident at Bolingsha was followed by the following four words: killed in one blow.

It’s a pity that he almost killed Ying Zheng back then!

To this end, they re-formulated a long-term plan, which was almost ruined because of what happened in Mount Zhongnan.

Fortunately, Ying Hehua fell in love with Zhang Liang.

Not only did she not investigate Zhang Liang's crimes in Bolingsha in detail, she also let them take advantage of Zhang Liang. Under such circumstances, after they were captured, they still had a chance to survive in Qin.

The car hood was plain, with a black curtain decorated with simple cloud and grass patterns, and it was parked far behind Li Xian.

Chen Yu ignored the car, raised the sandalwood long sword in his hand and looked at it, and answered Li Xian's question, "Li Jianjian asked even though he knew the answer. The emperor ordered the surrender of all sharp weapons in the world. Anyone who secretly keeps weapons will be sentenced to death. Your Excellency will not be dissatisfied with this wooden sword in my hand, right?"

Chen Yu raised his eyes, "Didn't your old friend...Jing Ke tell you about it?"

Li Xian said bluntly, "Jing Ke is quite famous in the martial arts world. If he comes here, even if he holds a wooden sword, he may be able to seriously injure me within a hundred steps. You and Zhang Er are Wei Wuji's disciples, so your swordsmanship is superb."

Normally, things had gotten to this point and the two would have exchanged a few moves, but the atmosphere was unusually restrained.

"Your Excellency the Supervisor is too modest. Chen Yu's swordsmanship is far inferior to Brother Zhang's."

Chen Yu looked at the vehicle behind him, his expression hidden in the dark.

Suddenly, he ran quickly in the direction where the carriage was going. In a flash, the sword that was blocking his way suddenly flashed, and the lanterns hanging on both sides of the post station were pierced into pieces by the sword.

The moment he blocked the sword!
Li Xian discovered that the brown wooden sword was just a shell!
"Your Excellency is well-known in Chu, and your swordsmanship has improved at an extraordinary speed, which makes people tremble with fear. I may not be your opponent."

However, Li Xian's attack was unexpectedly more powerful than before!
Chen Yu concluded that he was injured, so he found the right moment to strike him hard. The wooden sword broke free, and the tip of the sword stabbed directly into the opponent's shoulder. Then it turned and hit him hard on the waist. The wooden sword turned out to be a double-edged sword!

His body trembled violently, and in an instant, it seemed as if even his breathing was torn away. Blood flowed down along the cold blade, soaking his clothes, dripping along his waist to the ground, splashing into dark red flowers.

As they got closer, Chen Yu saw the blood on his face and attacked him even harder, jokingly saying, "Why did you insist on holding on to something so young, Mr. Supervisor? Now you have become a living target for Princess Yong'an. You must feel bad, right?"

"If Your Excellency had known from the beginning that the incident at Changle Palace was planned by Meng Yi and Princess Yong'an, perhaps there wouldn't have been so many incidents."

He smiled, with a rather condescending air, as if he was reviving the style of Lord Xinling of Wei.

"Princess Yong'an is not a single-minded person, and her ambitions are obvious. There are so many precedents, why do you want to make yourself suffer?"

On Mount Zhongnan, Chen Yu saw with his own eyes that Ying Hehua had taken a strange weapon! He was puzzled at first, but when the bullet was actually fired, and its lethality was many times greater than that of an ordinary arrowhead, he suddenly realized that what his master Xinling Jun said back then was true!
The legendary weapon that completely changed the entire battle situation turned out to be in Zhongnan Mountain! !

The divine weapon should be used by them, and not too many people should know about it, especially it must not reach the ears of Ying Zheng.

Originally, killing Li Xian was not his top priority plan. His good friend Zhang Er was carrying out their most important mission of the day!
But now, Chen Yu felt that Li Xian’s death here might not be a bad thing!
The night was as dark as ink. Zhang Er lay on a locust tree on the long street of Xianyang. The moonlight leaking through the branches and leaves cast mottled shadows on his face.

He held his breath and stared in the direction of the mansion gate.

Since the migration order was issued, quite a few palace maids from the six kingdoms had gone through layers of screening and entered the Xianyang Palace.

Zhang Er and Chen Yu had been hiding in Xianyang for many days and were almost discovered. The incident in Changle Palace happened at the right time.

At three quarters past midnight, Li Xian indeed got out of Ying Hehua's car. The curtain was slightly lifted, revealing Ying Hehua's beautiful yet somewhat fierce face.

Zhang Er narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Chen Yu had successfully tripped Li Xian, so the heavy responsibility fell on his shoulders alone.

Walking along the bluestone road towards the west of the city, Zhang Er shuttled between the rooftops like a ghost.

His footsteps were so light that even the bronze bell on the eaves was not alarmed.

However, just as he was about to jump off the roof, a slight sound of a mechanism reached his ears.

"Not good!" Zhang Er's pupils suddenly shrank and his body turned quickly. A crossbow arrow brushed against his sleeve and pierced into the tiles behind him. Then there was a bang and the tiles shattered, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.

The car stopped and Ying Hehua lifted the curtain and came out. She was dressed in plain clothes in the moonlight and holding a peculiarly shaped crossbow in her hand.

Her voice was as cold as ice. "Since you are here, why don't you show yourself?"

Zhang Er knew that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he simply jumped off the roof.

He looked at the crossbow in Ying Hehua's hand. The object was pitch black, with a faint blue light emitting from the mechanism, exactly the same as the secret weapon he had seen in Mount Zhongnan.

"You have great skills, Princess." Zhang Er drew out the soft iron long sword hidden at his waist, "But I wonder if this crossbow can be faster than my sword?"

Before he finished speaking, the sword flashed.

Zhang Er's swordsmanship was known for its speed, and this sword condensed his life's skills. However, Ying Hehua did not dodge, but just gently pulled the trigger.

With a "click", what shot out from the crossbow was not an arrow, but a dazzling white light.

Zhang Er felt a flash before his eyes, and his sword's momentum suddenly stagnated. When he came to his senses, Ying Hehua had already retreated three feet away.

"Mr. Zhang Er," Ying Hehua's voice remained calm, "Do you know the origin of this crossbow?"

Zhang Er did not answer and raised his sword again.

This time he used the sword technique of Ailao Mountain. The sword light was like a rainbow, and went straight for Ying Hehua's throat!

Ying Hehua just slightly turned sideways, and the crossbow in his hand lit up again.

This time, Zhang Er saw it clearly.

The white light was not a physical entity, but white smoke like fog, shining in the moonlight and spreading with the help of the wind. The smell of flint was a bit choking wherever it passed, just like the things used by alchemists.

"This is..." Zhang Er's heart was shocked, remembering that Chen Yu once said that the secret weapon of Zhongnan Mountain could cut gold and split stone.

He hastily put away his sword and retreated, but it was too late. With a clang, the long sword made of fine steel broke. Ying Hehua walked forward slowly, her face becoming colder under the moonlight.

"Mr. Zhang Er, since you are trying to kill me, do you know what this crossbow is?"

Zhang Er covered his chest with his hands, blood oozing out from between his fingers, but he forced himself to take out a bamboo slip from his arms and carved a few words on it with his broken sword.

"Yong'an..." Zhang Er said with difficulty, "Do you think that with these tricks... you can..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice gradually faded away.

Xu Zhi blew out the gray smoke in the pipe.

'Strange tricks'?
She thought of her grandfather, and the shooting he had suffered, and sighed thoughtfully.

Under the moonlight, the blood-stained bamboo slip lay quietly on the ground, with the word "Zhang" vaguely visible on it.

Xu Zhi picked up the bamboo piece. Under the firelight, the bamboo piece was yellow and black, with neat cuts, exactly the same as the diabolo tube that was sent to Yongcheng.

She stared at the corpse on the ground and the bloody hole in Zhang Er's chest. For some reason, she showed no fear.

The feeling brought by killing is actually numbness.

The flames licked the bamboo strips, and soon the bamboo strips burst into crackling sounds.

Xu Zhi has learned from some people in a very good way. If you are going to do it, you should not leave any trouble for yourself.

She stood in front of the flames, her beautiful face glowing red, with no intention of burning herself into a devil.

A clear female voice sounded beside him. "Princess. Supervisor Li's place...should we still go there?"

"Do you think he will be defeated by Chen Yu and die in Xianyang..."

Xu Zhi's tone also began to become confusing.

Shen Zhi didn't want to remind Ying Hehua too obviously, but this trip was bound to attract a lot of people's attention, and they really needed Li Xian to be alive to use him to cover up the purpose of the trip.

"…Princess, you must not forget the agreement you reached with Supervisor Li after leaving Changle Palace."

In the dim light, an arrow pierced the air and opened the sword against Li Xian's chest.

Chen Yu was shocked when he heard the sound of horses. Meng Tian had just returned from the border! Could it be the Qin army?
It was too obvious that Li Si's son died under his sword! And I wonder how Zhang Er would act?
Seeing that Li Xian had collapsed, Chen Yu could not help but sneer and escaped in the night.

This was followed by a series of close horse hoofbeats.

Xu Zhi dismounted and stood in the light, her silhouette outlined by the white mist.

When Shen Zhi saw him, her expression was quite unnatural. Fortunately, Li Xian didn't say anything and didn't even look at her.

After getting Ying Hehua's approval, Shen Zhi immediately turned around to clean up the mess.

The moonlight quietly pushed aside the mist, making the surrounding environment a little clearer in the ink-black night.

Li Xian was half leaning against a wooden door, with marks of swords and knives all around him. He was breathing softly, and looked almost half dead.

"Still alive?" she asked.

"...I can't die yet."

She squatted down. His shoulder was still bleeding, and the blood looked even more purple in the moonlight, approaching dark black.

She saw a bloody mark on his face that was deeper than the one she had asked Wang Yan to make, stretching from under his eye to the bridge of his nose.

She ignored him, pinched his jaw with her backhand, brushed his wound with her fingertips, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she threw his face away.

"Okay, is it really necessary to act like this?"

Her hands are like medicine to relieve pain.

Once he left, the pain came violently. The wounds on his waist and abdomen burned fiercely. Every breath he took seemed to involve countless tiny blades, cutting his nerves.

He didn't have the strength to answer her, and reached out his hand to her again tremblingly.

She thought he was trying to gain leverage to get up.

She wanted to throw his sword to him for support, so she looked for the sword while talking.

"You'd better get up first."

It was a dark night and she had just shot and killed someone when she realized her wrist was shaking and her palm was hot. She couldn't even feel the shadow of a sword, let alone a sword, after searching for a long time.

Li Xian felt severe pain all over his body, and she was just exploring between his clothes at the waist.

He keenly smelled the smell of gunpowder on her body and suppressed the darkness in his eyes.

His physical strength and energy were about to be exhausted. No one could work non-stop for a month, let alone live with his life hanging by a thread every day and marveling at death in nightmares every night.

His face was as pale as paper, with fine beads of cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He clenched his teeth tightly, but managed to swallow back his cries of pain.

"It's not like you can't beat Chen Yu."

In Xu Zhi's opinion, he was a doctor and should know the severity of the case, so there was no need for her to call a doctor for him.

Thinking of this, she no longer wanted to look for the sword. Zhao Jia was still waiting for her. Fusu's situation in Shangjun in charge of the Chidao was a hundred times more important than Li Xian.

So she stood up and thought of finding someone to take him back home.

Unexpectedly, she felt a pressure around her waist and he grabbed her. At this time, Li Xian still had the leisure to tease her?
She frowned, but Li Xian's hand quickly slid down weakly.

Her palm accidentally touched his abdomen, and she realized something was wrong! Going down, it was all slippery and sticky, and liquid was constantly gushing out from his waist, staining him with blood.

She saw his eyes in the moonlight, which were the most bleak she had ever seen. (End of this chapter)