Song Chuoyi supported himself against the cart shaft and coughed violently for a while before slowly catching his breath.

  "How is the master?" Ji Bian asked.

  Song Chuoyi reached out and patted his chest, saying solemnly, "Ran Ai, in the future when you tackle your own people, just knock them to the ground, or else someone will get killed."

  Qī Fǎn's dark face turned red, and he took two steps back, saying "I understand"

  Che Yun pulled out the arrow from the carriage wall and examined it carefully, saying, "This arrow seems to be made in Chu State."

  "Sir has offended many people," Ji Bian said.

  Song Chu patted the dust off her body and, understanding the implication of Ji Bian's words, laughed and said, "If I were to stick this arrow into you, would you think I'm a person from Chu?"

  This is a very obvious truth, whoever has the arrow is the murderer.

  "Can you guess who is behind the scenes?" Che Yun asked.

  At the beginning of Song, there were indeed many speculations in his mind, but he thought it was most likely due to the manipulation of the old Qin Guo Lao family. The reason is simple - Song came from Wei State and Shang Yang was from the same place.

  Most of the people in Wei were descendants of the Shang Dynasty, and the Shang people attached great importance to law, so they produced many outstanding legalists. Just after Shang Yang's death, when the old aristocracy began to raise the sensitive issue of abolishing the new laws, their ruler brought someone from the State of Wei, what does this mean?

  The old clans had no choice but to make a careful guess.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, one hesitated for a moment and replied, "Recently, there are too many people who want to intercept and kill me, I don't know"

  This explanation was reasonable, so Che Yun stopped asking questions and asked Song Chu to get on the horse carriage. The surrounding area strengthened its guard.

  The horse carriage started moving slowly.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, after reading a memorial for a long time, his eyes were slightly sour and he rolled up the curtain. As expected, he saw Zeng Xiu standing on one side, and asked, "Left Shangshu, I heard that the Emperor intends to abolish the new law and restore the old law?"

  Winning a slight change in facial expression, lowering his voice, "Sir, it's hard to guess what you're thinking"

  Song Chu-yi seemed to have not noticed his expression and continued, "No need to guess your intention, does the Prime Minister think the new law is good or the old law is good?"

  Ying Zhi would never answer this question, but he also wanted to probe Song Chu Yi's meaning, so he asked, "What do you think, sir?"

  "The law of Shang Jun is a law to enrich the country and strengthen the people, but it is not a law that can last long." Song Chu said with a smile, "Of course, this is just my humble opinion. As a Daoist scholar who knows little about laws, I would rather hear how the Left Chancellor evaluates them?"

  "This... I'm a rough person, only know how to fight and don't understand these things" Those old aristocratic families who were dissatisfied with the Wu and Yue tribes also despised him because he had held this position before, and he dared to judge this matter.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a slight smile appeared on her face as she let down the carriage curtain. She had never intended to ask anything anyway.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a clever person took a glance at the terrain and found that it was not an easy place to hide one's tracks. The ambush site was excellent, and the withdrawal was so swift that she couldn't help but suspect that there were moles in the convoy, or even someone collaborating with those people to shoot cold arrows.

  Those words just now were only meant for certain people to hear.

  Song Chu initially just wanted to test the waters, but unexpectedly, the following days went very smoothly, which further proved her previous speculation that it was likely the doing of the old aristocratic families of Qin State.

  All the way from the official road into Xianyang City

  Song Chu had a vague understanding of what role Zhen ultimately wanted her to play in this matter, from now on, she must take a stand and appear on the political stage of Qin State.

  In the evening, arrived at Xianyang's new capital

  The city gate of Xianyang is towering, the dark grey stones are not finely carved, rough and thick, the walls on both sides are like giant arms unfolding, with a majestic momentum. The black armor stands upright on the city wall, looking solemn and stern.

  Ji Bian last came to Qin Guo from a side door and had never seen such a scene, this time his heart was severely shaken.

  "General Che is returning to the city!" someone shouted from the front of the troops!

  The defenders on the city wall looked carefully for a few moments, waved their hands and let the wooden bridge be slowly lowered. The creaking sound came, finally with a dull thud, the wooden bridge landed, raising a faint dust. The team crossed the bridge and entered the city slowly.

  Winning the carriage did not specially send someone to pick up Song Chuyi, but privately sent someone to pass on a message, ordering Song Chuyi to enter the palace directly.

  Che Yun hastily arranged a place for her to wash up, and prepared a set of dark grey wide-sleeved deep clothes with dark-colored thunder patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, elegant yet solemn.

  After everything was ready, the moon had already risen in the east, and Song Chuyi sat on a horse-drawn carriage and went straight to the palace.

  The carriage stopped near a small hill where the front hall and the rear palace meet, an inner servant moved a footstool under the carriage, "Sir, we've arrived"

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, as soon as he got off the carriage, he saw a small mountain in front of him and couldn't help but feel surprised. "Where is this?"

  The eunuchs walked together on the path, "This is Kunpeng Mountain, your master is waiting for you in the pavilion at the top of the mountain, please come this way"

  Is this tiny little hill, less than ten zhang high, really called "Kunpeng"?

  As soon as Song thought of it, he walked along the small path towards the top of the mountain slope.

  Both sides of the palace lanterns were lit, and with the moonlight like frost, the surroundings were very bright. Song Chuyi took a big step to the top of the mountain, where a robust ancient pine tree stood under a pavilion. A man in black clothes leaned against the railing, holding a cup of wine in his long hand, his raven hair scattered, and his cold face looked even more unapproachable in the moonlight.

  Song Huaijin paid his respects to the emperor. At first, they were separated by a distance of one zhang (about 3.3 meters), and he saluted with a long bow, swinging his sleeves.

  "Come in" wins the way

  Song Chu got up and walked into the pavilion

  "Still winning with such concise and meaningful style"

  "Thank you, sir." Song Chuoyi took another bow and walked a few more steps forward. Just as he was about to sit down on the only soft cushion in front of him, he raised his eyes and saw an astonishing scene before him.

  Originally, the mountain didn't seem high from inside, but from outside it was a towering peak. In front of us, the mountains rose and fell in waves, with gullies and ravines crisscrossing everywhere. Although they weren't particularly steep, they stretched all the way to the horizon. Under the moonlight, the cloud-covered peaks floated vaguely, presenting a vast and expansive scene.

  A gentle breeze came, and Ying Xi looked at her and said, "The scenery of the Great Qin is beautiful, with clear mountains, clear wind, bright moon, a pot of old Qin's strong wine, my beauty, I didn't break my promise, did I?"

  "As expected, it's shocking" Song Chuoyi withdrew his thoughts and knelt down on the soft cushion.

  He lifted a wine jug from the table and personally poured a cup of wine for Song Chuyi.

  "The color is bright and clear, the aroma is pungent and nose-twitching, it's a good wine!" Song Chu praised.

  "Please, sir" wins the way

  "Thanks a lot" Song Chu raised his wine cup and took a sip, the pungent flavor rushed in

  The wine and water of the time are very light, such a pure wine is obviously extremely expensive. Good scenery, good color, good wine, Song Chu felt that life has this, it's already enough!

  "Sir, after reading the memorial, what are your thoughts?" asked Rong Yu.