Begin as a centenarian Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 85

Xianyang Palace, above the main hall, all civil and military officials, senior officials at all levels of the Great Qin Dynasty, all prostrate below.

Ying Zheng sat alone on the throne with a big horse and a golden knife, his gaze was like a knife, tearing everything apart, blooming the terrifying majesty of No. 1 in the world.

"Today, I have pacified the land of Baiyue and transformed it into the land of Guilin, Xiangjun, and Nanhai. The prairie where the Xiongnu originally lived, although the climate is unpredictable, is still lush with water and grass. I am thinking whether to go to the prairie. 50 immigrants!"

Ying Zheng looked at the civil and military officials below indifferently, the jet-black light in his eyes shocked people's hearts, and shocked all the civil and military officials.

Li Si came out and said respectfully.

"I think that in today's Great Qin, all wastes are waiting to be rejuvenated, and in addition to annexing Baiyue and the Huns, is it a bit hasty to immigrate at this time?"

After Li Si finished speaking, Feng Quji also stood up, just like Li Si.

"My subordinate's opinion is the same as that of Prime Minister Li Si. Today's Great Qin needs to recuperate. Such a large-scale relocation of people will inevitably lead to casualties. I suggest that it is better to immigrate in a few days."

Yingzheng looked expressionless, but looked at Fusu. As the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, Fusu had already supervised the country for a year, and now he has some experience in handling state affairs.

"Fusu, what do you think?"

"My son believes that emigrating now is indeed in a hurry. The land of Baiyue has not yet been completely stabilized. It is indeed inappropriate to emigrate at this time, but father, Shenwei, should not be in a hurry. Father, please think twice before acting! "

"Then how long do you think it will take for immigration to continue?"

Ying Zheng's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Fu Su indifferently.

"Three Years"

Fusu's confident eyes looked at Yingzheng, full of utter self-confidence. Compared with before, Fusu had undergone earth-shaking changes after being in charge of the state.

"Okay, I will leave this matter to you. After three years, I want to see the results."

"promise!"

Fusu accepted it frankly, these things will not trouble him now.

Yingzheng's tone changed, and he continued, "Although the empire is now more powerful, after all, it has just conquered the Baiyue Huns. After a year of stability, the Lishan Mausoleum will be restarted, and the Great Wall will be built!"

"Your Majesty, the Huns have already conquered, so why build the Great Wall again? Isn't it superfluous?"

Below, a minister stood up with puzzled faces. In their hearts, the Xiongnu had already been completely conquered by the elite of his Great Qin Dynasty, so how could they continue to build the Great Wall?

"Humph!"

Ying Zheng's face turned cold, and he looked at the minister who spoke.

"The scourge of the Huns has been lifted, but after a hundred years, if there is a foreign race that is strong, and my Great Qin is weak? Are we going to watch Wang Daqin's territory fall to the top of the foreign race?"

"The Great Wall must be built, and it must be pruned with the best materials. I want to build an indestructible Great Wall to resist foreign enemies!"

Ying Zheng's voice was sonorous, and an extremely tough aura erupted from him.

All the courtiers below fell silent, and at the same time, they also understood Ying Zheng's good intentions.

"Your Majesty for ten thousand years, Daqin for ten thousand years!"

"Your Majesty for ten thousand years, Daqin for ten thousand years!"

"Your Majesty, ten thousand years, Great Qin ten thousand years."

With a light wave of his hand, Ying Zheng stood up slowly and looked into the distance with indescribable meaning in his eyes.

In the four or five years since he came to the Great Qin Empire, he finally restored a bit of the Great Qin Empire, which was about to collapse.

To allow it to be passed on to future generations, Daqin has already laid the foundation, and Daqin's fate will definitely not be the same as that of later generations, dying in the second generation.

Time is like running water, like a wheel, like a clock that races against the clock. It never stops. A blink of an eye means that ten years have passed.
In ten years, Great Qin has undergone many changes, but the only constant is the Xianyang Palace.

Like the peerless dragon entrenched in the land of Xianyang, it exudes a heavenly and completely domineering aura!
In the main hall of Xianyang Palace, where Ying Zheng stood quietly, at first glance, it seemed that His Majesty the First Emperor was right in front of him.

But when he looked closely, he felt that Ying Zheng was sitting upright in an endlessly distant place, which made people feel trembling and unable to extricate themselves.

"In the past ten years, the road to martial arts has finally come to an end. I have reached the pinnacle of martial arts in this world. The ninth grade of martial arts is indeed the pinnacle of martial arts in this world!"

In Ying Zheng's eyes, there was a depth, like stars in the sea, endless.

In the past ten years, the Great Qin Empire has been changing with each passing day, and the land of Baiyue has already bowed its head and tied its neck, completely integrating into the Great Qin.

The prairie where the Xiongnu lived had already immigrated seven years ago. On the prairie of the Huns today, the people of Great Qin thrived.

Constantly transporting powerful, fierce and tall war horses, as well as a steady stream of meat such as cattle and sheep, to the Great Qin Empire.

The Xiongnu prairie has become an important granary of the Great Qin Dynasty. Meng Tian personally suppressed it, providing an extremely stable guarantee!

The Great Wall and Lishan Mausoleum have all been built, and they were completely completed a year ago. Lishan Mausoleum, Yingzheng does not plan to use it himself, but leaves it to the descendants of Daqin.

Naturally, the place where his descendants lived after death should not be too shabby.

There is also the Great Wall, which can be regarded as the last barrier he left for Daqin.

In the future, the invasion of foreign races, blocked by the Great Wall, can be regarded as a glimmer of hope for Daqin to win.

Ying Zheng looked in the bronze mirror, still wearing a pitch-black Kowloon robe, with a flat sky crown on top of his head. He stood with his hands behind his back, and a majesty rushed over his face, making people dare not look directly, almost suffocating.

Ying Zheng was still domineering and majestic, but his invisible beard and hair were a little white, and his thick, dark beard was half a finger long, with silver threads flashing through it.

He is now over 50 years old!
A trace of exclamation passed in Ying Zheng's eyes. Even if he was cultivated to the ninth rank, it was still difficult to stop the erosion of the years.

He manages a lot of affairs every day, deals with government affairs, spends a lot of time and effort, and is getting old. Ying Zheng knows that the day of his departure may have come.

"Declaration, three days later, I want Mount Tai to enshrine Zen. Officials from various ministries of the Great Qin will go to Mount Tai with me to prepare sacrifices to the heavens. I pray that the weather will be smooth and the country will last forever!"

Ying Zheng's voice spread far away, and outside the palace gate, a "nuo" sounded, it was still Han Tan's voice.

Han Tan has been with the First Emperor for more than ten years, and he has already understood Ying Zheng's character and temperament to an unprecedented extent.

In Xianyang Palace, the eldest son's mansion, Fusu is resting his eyes with his eyes closed. He is now in his 30s, and his whole body has become extremely calm, and his eyes have gradually become profound.

"Father, for ten years, has not managed much government affairs. This time Mount Tai will be enshrined in Zen, it must be foolproof, and there must be no mistakes at all."

Fusu murmured, the depth in his eyes was even better, making people elusive, difficult to detect, and indescribable!
In the 16th year of the first emperor, His Majesty the first emperor unified the six countries, conquered Baiyue in the south, and pacified the Huns in the north in the tenth year.

His Majesty the Emperor personally went to Mount Tai, bringing with him hundreds of civil and military officials, big and small, to enshrine Zen on Mount Tai!

On the top of Mount Tai, the scenery is beautiful. Fangyan Daqin territory is also an extremely famous famous mountain and river. At this time, the foot of the mountain and the mountainside have already been surrounded by the elites of Daqin.

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(End of this chapter)