Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1550 Emperor Qin’s Longevity Banquet

"The auspicious time has come, and all the civil and military officials are attending the palace!"

A few days later, the sun shone brightly.

The bright and clean three-legged golden crow hangs high in the sky, emitting boundless light and heat, illuminating the Qin Palace.

Early in the morning, a large group of people completely took over the defense of the palace, guarding all sides to welcome the arrival of hundreds of civil and military officials from the DPRK and China.

With a loud shout, the officials guarding outside the palace filed in, neatly and in an extremely orderly manner.

The ranks of civil servants, headed by Gan Luo, Xiao He, Zhang Liang, Cao Shen, Li Shiqi and Chen Ping, were all stomping their feet and making the whole world tremble.

Military general camp: General Meng Tian stands in the first place, behind him are Wang Li, Zhang Han, Han Xin, Liu Ji, Ji Bu, Ying Bu, and even Fan Kuai, who have always had a hard time dealing with him. Everyone has something on their hands. Full of blood.

The civil and military camps are clearly divided, and there is no concealment of hostility when looking at each other.

As Qin unified the world and brought the entire world into the hands of the Qin Empire, conflicts between the civil and military parties inevitably intensified.

The civil servants felt that these military generals only knew how to shout and kill, and were simply a group of reckless men; the military generals believed that these poor generals had no other use than to write and write.

When we meet on weekdays, it's just the most basic thing to talk and talk. It's not strange to have a disagreement or get into a fight.

Anyway, we are all accomplished immortals in cultivation. Even if military generals hang out on the battlefield all day long, they may not be able to defeat the pampered civil servants.

And behind the civil and military officials, there are the figures from various schools of thought.

Confucianism, Mohism, Taoism, military strategists, political strategists, farmers, miscellaneous families, Yin and Yang families, famous families, and public losers.

Any school of thought is considered a behemoth compared to the entire world.

Among them, most of the top leaders of the schools even ascended to the imperial court and became dignitaries in the imperial court of the Qin Empire.

When everyone entered the main hall, they saw a throne at the top of the main hall.

He was wearing a jet-black dragon robe, long silver-white hair, a handsome face, and an undisguised look of fierceness as his eyes opened and closed.

No matter who comes into contact with these eyes, they will inevitably feel ashamed of themselves, as if they are standing in front of the other person without any secrets at all.

The whole person seemed to be one with the avenue, indistinguishable from each other, and not even the slightest powerful aura could be felt all over his body.

One can't help but wonder if this person doesn't know martial arts at all.

However, if this sentence were said, no one would believe it.

Simply because, over the past thousand years, the Great Qin Empire has continued to develop, and advanced martial arts and legendary immortal magic have been spread from the imperial palace.

Even though there are endless masters, there is never any doubt about the six words "the best master in the world".

That is, it belongs to Ying Zihe, the second emperor of Qin!

For more than a thousand years, countless masters who could not bear the strong oppression of the empire broke into the palace with the intention of assassinating His Majesty.

But there was never any doubt about the fate of these people, that is: no one saw the bodies of these people again.

To this day, even though the two swords are as powerful as Guigu, it is impossible to find out how far His Majesty the Emperor's cultivation has reached.

Next to His Majesty the Emperor's dragon chair, there is an exquisite and beautiful phoenix chair.

On the phoenix chair, the empress is dignified and beautiful, like a beautiful phoenix, wearing a phoenix crown, with outstanding grace. Without any more actions, Mu Yitianxia's demeanor is fully displayed.

"Your Majesty, my empress, long live my emperor, my empress is a thousand years old!"

All civil and military officials and people from various schools of thought entered the hall, and they all prostrated themselves, cheered in unison, and congratulated Your Majesty the Queen.

"Everyone, get up." Ming Xiaoyang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, tilted his head and said casually.

Swish!
  Before he finished speaking, people from hundreds of families who were kneeling on the ground stood up involuntarily, and long tables were set up on both sides of the hall.

The entire hall is more than a mile long and horizontal, and hundreds of people poured in at one time, without feeling crowded at all.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Everyone agreed in unison and took their seats under the guidance of the eunuchs in the palace.

On such a grand occasion, there are rules for where everyone sits, and everyone is seated according to their different identities and statuses.

Among them, there are also a few old guys from the clan.

Since the ancestor of the Qin State, Qin Feizi, was ordered to found the country, and it has been passed down to this day, the Ying surname Zhao has existed for more than two thousand years.

Kings of all dynasties pride themselves on being empresses of the emperor, claiming to have inherited the sacred bloodline of the Emperor of Heaven.

Even counting from Qin Shihuang Yingzheng's generation, it has been more than a thousand years, almost two thousand years.

Being a clan member inevitably has some privileges. After Xiaoyang came to the throne in the Ming Dynasty, special regulations were made to prevent clan clans from spreading and affecting the world.

After five generations, there will be no more privileges!
  This means that any member of the clan who is five generations removed from the blood relationship with the emperor sitting on the throne is not considered a true clan member and cannot enjoy any privileges.

The First Emperor Ying Zheng gave birth to a total of twenty-three sons and ten princesses. Princesses are just that. The daughters who were married off were not considered to be members of the royal family.

Among the twenty-some princes, the eldest son Fusu was killed by the eighteenth prince Hu Hai. Hu Hai colluded with Li Si and Zhao Gao to conspire and was sentenced to death.

The remaining twenty young masters either died early due to illness or their life span was exhausted.

To this day, the oldest old guy in the clan is just the nephew and grandnephew of Ming Xiaoyang.

Among the descendants of the First Emperor who were still alive, except for the second emperor who sat on the throne, only the nineteenth son Tianming, who became the great son of the Mohist family, remained.

Of course, Tianming was nominally a member of the clan, but his life experience was not a secret in the clan. Many people knew that Tianming was actually the son of Jing Ke. Although he was regarded as his own by the First Emperor, he was not of the clan's blood.

Mixed in the ranks of hundreds of scholars, Jing Tianming, with an extraordinary handsome face, clasped his hands with sharp black eyebrows and stared at the emperor on the throne.

Swish!
  The eyes of the two non-brothers intertwined. Jing Tianming, who had reached the level of Xuanxian, felt that he saw a sea whose depth and width could not be understood, and all his magic power was instantly imprisoned.

If he wanted to kill me, he wouldn't even need to move his hands, just a look would be enough.

Inexplicably, this sentence appeared in Jing Tianming's mind. The gap between them, instead of getting shorter with the passage of time, actually got bigger.

Every once in a while, when Jing Tianming thought he was strong enough, he would despair and find that the enemy he wanted to defeat the most was progressing faster than himself.

Seeing that all the scholars and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were taking their seats, a large group of singers who had been prepared came forward and stood in the hall, singing and dancing.

The graceful dancing posture evokes infinite temptation, and each beautiful body draws graceful arcs, revealing the proud figure.

Ming Xiaoyang sat on the dragon chair, pouring and drinking contentedly. From time to time, he would pick up a small dish with chopsticks and bring it to his mouth.

The whole hall is full of joy, singing and dancing, showing the grand scene of the Great Qin Empire that rules the world here!
  (End of this chapter)