Chapter 89: The Assassination of Qin (Please give me a reward on Monday)
The stone door weighing thousands of pounds opened the inside and outside of the tomb and fell down again, completely separating the inside and the outside.

Bang!
Yan Fei, who was standing next to Tian Xuan, raised her white jade-white hand. A golden energy burst out from her palm, which gradually transformed into the shape of a golden crow. From several feet away, she slapped the stone animal head in front of the tomb, smashing it into pieces and turning it into flying stone powder.

"Grandfather grandmother!"

Prince Fusu, who was dressed in mourning, had tears in his eyes that rolled down like pearls from a broken string, and he wailed sadly.

In the sorrowful cries, there is endless sadness, showing the deep affection for her emotionally indifferent grandmother, Zhao Ji, and her grandfather, King Zhuangxiang Ying Zichu, whom she had never met and did not know whether he was her biological grandfather.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

As the mausoleum of the former king of Qin, there would naturally be no shortage of tomb keepers. As Fusu burst into tears, the soldiers and civilians who were ordered to guard the mausoleum of King Zhuangxiang all wailed. Along with the wailing that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, moist water vapor grew, making the world full of sorrow.

"Ugh!"

Tianxuan and Yan Fei, who were on both sides of Prince Fusu, naturally had no feelings for King Zhuangxiang and his wife. Moreover, their identities were extraordinary, so they did not need to win Fusu's favor by crying loudly, which was known to everyone. Tianxuan, who changed into a black outfit today, watched Fusu mourn his grandparents.

When Fusu's emotions gradually got out of control and he fell to the ground, Tianxuan was afraid that Fusu would be too sad, so he sighed silently, reached out his hand to help him up, and comforted him:
"Sir, take care of yourself. The late king and the queen mother are reunited in the underworld, and we living people still have to worry about the affairs of the world of the living."

Tianxuan himself felt weird saying this.

In the past, when Queen Dowager Xuan of Qin was dying, she wanted to let her male favorite Wei Choufu be buried with her. As a result, Yong Rui persuaded Queen Dowager Xuan that if she took Wei Choufu to see King Huiwen, she would not be at peace after death. Only then did Queen Dowager Xuan give up this idea. Zhao Ji's debauchery is well-known among all the queen dowagers who kept male favorites, even in the thousands of years of Chinese history.

If Zhao Ji really met King Zhuangxiang, I'm afraid King Zhuangxiang would only settle accounts with her.

"Yes, I do need to take care of myself." Fusu was so hurt that he ignored the extremely complicated relationship between his grandparents. After hearing what Tianxuan said, he wiped the tears from his cheeks and regained the heroic spirit of the eldest son of Qin. "I still have to assist my father to eliminate the four eastern countries."

"Oh, right," Fusu said, and suddenly remembered something, "Brother Tianxuan, when my grandmother was alive, she particularly liked your Honghuang Huaben. Now, where is the Honghuang Huaben going?"

"My Lord, the second volume of the Honghuang storybook - The witch and demon calamity has ended." Tianxuan had guessed this would happen a long time ago. "On the way to Xiyang, I sent someone to buy the manuscripts from Pangu's creation of the world to the tenth sun flying in the sky. With the last few manuscripts in my hand, I have just completed one or two volumes."

As he spoke, Tianxuan took out the complete manuscripts of the first volume of "The First Tribulation of Dragon and Han" and the second volume of "The Tribulation of Witches and Demons" from his arms. They were two thick volumes with hundreds of thousands of words, emitting a strong scent of ink.

"Young Master, here you go."

After taking out the entire manuscript of Volumes 1 and 2 of Honghuang, Tianxuan handed it to Fusu.

"You might as well burn these two volumes of manuscripts in front of King Zhuangxiang's tomb. I hope the late king and the queen mother can receive them."

"Thank you." Fusu felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard this. He took the manuscript in his hand and walked away. At this time, although paper was born, it had not been widely spread due to the craftsmanship. Therefore, tombs, paper money, paper ingots, and other offerings to deceased relatives that Tianxuan would prepare for festivals and holidays in his previous life had not yet been born. Tianxuan gave Fusu the manuscripts of the first and second volumes of Honghuang, and instructed him to regard these two manuscripts as offerings to King Zhuangxiang and his wife, which was like a revelation to Fusu.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

When Fusu left with the two manuscripts, due to the lack of entertainment facilities in this world, he also liked the story of Honghuang. The queen of heaven who gave birth to the ten golden crows in the story - Xihe, who claimed to be the Yin-Yang master Dongjun Yanfei, clasped his hands in front of his chest, smacked his lips repeatedly, and looked at Tianxuan with a resentful look.

"The latest manuscript was burned just like that?"

"Don't worry, I have backups." Facing Yan Fei's angry gaze, Tian Xuan rummaged in his arms again, took out a dozen manuscripts densely written with handwriting, and handed them to the other party.

"That's more like it!" Yan Fei took the manuscript handed over by Tianxuan and snorted sweetly from her nose, saying proudly.

have to! have to! have to!
With a few manuscripts, he invited Prince Fusu and Empress Yan. Tianxuan, who had nothing to do, stood still and secretly circulated his internal energy. The pure and vast, extremely strong and yang innate qi, like a surging flood out of control, flowed through the twelve meridians and eight extraordinary meridians under Tianxuan's control, nourishing the internal organs.

In just a few years, Tianxuan broke through the three realms of Tempering Body, Opening Origin, and Separation and Integration, and from a child who knew nothing about martial arts, he became a talented teenager who had reached the Separation and Integration realm before he was ten years old. However, such a sudden and rapid progress inevitably damaged his foundation. In order to prevent himself from being restricted by a certain realm in the future and making it difficult to make any further progress, Tianxuan decided to spend several years to settle himself and consolidate his foundation, and he never relaxed his training.

Amid the solemnity between heaven and earth, Tianxuan fell into a long-lost state of emptiness, as if he was the only one left in the world. His mind almost broke free from the constraints of his body and reached the sky, merging with the vast world. Until a burst of hurried horse hooves came from afar, awakening Tianxuan from his empty state.

"My father has ordered me to return to Xianyang as soon as possible."

Tianxuan woke up from the silence and subconsciously looked in the distance, and saw a Hongling messenger riding on a tall horse, rushing towards here. Ten breaths later, the Hongling messenger came to a hundred feet outside the tomb of King Zhuangxiang, and dismounted gracefully, showing his extraordinary riding skills.

The royal decree written on the paper was held up by the Hongling messenger with both hands. Several clever Qin soldiers stepped forward, took the royal decree from his hand, and handed it to Prince Fusu, who had turned around and burned the first and second volumes of Honghuang to King Zhuangxiang of Qin and his wife.

Brush and pull!

Fusu spread out Wang Ling and quickly scanned his face. His elegant and resolute face, which still had a bit of childishness, changed several times. Seeing this, Tianxuan and Yan Fei both fixed their eyes and cast their inquiring eyes on the eldest son of Qin. Facing the gazes of Tianxuan and Yan Fei, Fusu put down the scroll in his hand and said in a surprised tone:
"Yan State sent an envoy to cede the Dukang area to our Great Qin State in exchange for our Great Qin State not to mobilize troops against Yan State, so that King Xi of Yan and his son can enjoy their old age in the bitter cold of Liaodong. In order to show their sincerity, in addition to the map of Dukang area, the envoy of Yan State also brought a treasure."

"What treasure?" Upon hearing the news about Yan Dan, Yan Fei's expression changed slightly. A hint of murderous intent flashed across the depths of her beautiful dark blue gemstone-like eyes, but she asked calmly.

"The head of the Qin traitor general - Fan Yuqi!"

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