I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

"The robin can glimpse the past, and it can also predict the future. Even though your Majesty has Zhao Gao and Li Sihuan by your side, it is you, the Queen, who is the demon star."

Zhang Xueji's figure was like a crane, sitting loosely on the ground.

He had wooden chopsticks on his head and was wearing ordinary coarse linen clothes. The black bird in the bird cage next to him saw the fox demon coming and kept jumping around.

Baitao is still in front of the door.

He just raised one paw and leg and was about to step forward.

Zhang Xueji raised his eyes to look at her, his expression empty, as if he was meditating on the long and sharp edge of the wild clouds.

Baitao was holding a box of worms in his hand. He saw that this place was just like a cave in the mountains, without even a wooden board, so he put it next to the wall.

She opened her eyes and smiled for no reason, "What evil star? When you and I first visited the ancestral temple, there was a strong wind, and all the ancestors appeared together. It rained heavily that day, and soon the mountains were covered with snow. Next year, The rivers and canals are open, the warehouses in Guanzhong are rich, and the six countries have been swallowed up in an instant."

Zhang Xueshi smiled.

"The Queen and Your Majesty have known each other since they were young in the Kingdom of Zhao, and have been together for more than twenty years now. In a blink of an eye, he is about to enshrine Mount Tai, build an altar to worship heaven, and repay the merits of Heaven and Earth. Your Majesty said, yes How lucky I am to be told that this queen is his blessing."

He looked at her calmly: "You are a spiritual creature created by heaven and earth, and your Taoism is profound. You should have experienced the fate of the Qin Dynasty."

Baitao looked at Xuanniao, who was twisting his neck and looking at her curiously, and said, "It's too stuffy in the palace. Are you used to staying outside?"

Zhang Daxue replied: "It's more lively outside the palace. No wonder the Queen likes to run outside the palace often."

"You came out in a grand manner, and I'm not afraid of any Taoist priests taking you." Baitao's delicate brows furrowed, as if thinking, "Yes, Zhang Xueji, your name is better than the name of the colorful bird in the world. It’s much more pleasant to listen to.”

"With the empress here, any Taoist priest who has no eyesight dares to break into Xianyang."

He said, "Yunmeng Zeshang had a big dream when he was snoozing, and he suffered the disaster of imprisonment for nothing."

"I didn't see you coming back either."

"Wouldn't it be better to tell the world the story of the empire?"

"This word is so novel. What is an empire?"

"Strong rule, vast territory, killing and positive expansion, creating a civilization that will be passed down from generation to generation, and an eternal emperor."

Zhang Xue Tou raised his eyes, and the light from the wooden fence split his pupils, "Mother, I won't charge you for this discussion. Do you want to hear it?"

Baitao stared at him: "Why?"

"The empress wants to ask why. The robin is just telling a story. The empress has to ask the sky. This is destiny."

".What if I leave now."

"Empress, there is nothing wrong with you coming into the world to support the Ming Lord. Zhao Gao and Li Si are all assisting the Ming Lord. Why, this is all destined by heaven." Zhang Xuejue said leisurely, "The laws of heaven are always consistent, and they are not preserved for Yao. Don’t die for Jie.”

This is all, the number of days——

The sunlight slants towards this hut, it is the dusk of dusk, it is compatible and condensed, with dark red and blue undertones turning into red smoke and spreading along the ridge of the roof.

There was no one in the house, and the fox demon and bird spirit were gone.

With only its dusty crane robe left behind, the black bird clung to the roof ridge with its sharp feet, then fluttered its wings and flew away, its feathers folding into brilliant ripples in the dusk.

With this leap, he crossed the ridge.

The heads of Guizhou in Xianyang City are still crowded, noisy, pushing and jostling, running for a living, arguing and disturbing, everything is going on in an orderly manner under the rule of Da Qin.

The gushing orange sun rises slowly, and the boundless sky is reflected in golden red, and there is brightness in the chaos.

The black bird dragged out the silhouette of a shuttle and landed on the palace, combing its feathers.

These years have passed extremely fast.

Earth-shaking operation.

Red-hot and blazing, the official offices of the Qin State were placed here to listen to the thoughts of the First Emperor. The emperor was like a galloping giant, and the official offices had to strive to follow the footsteps of the leader of the Qin Dynasty.

these years.

Qin Shihuang bowed his head to government affairs every day and never stopped for a day.

He has completed four grand tours, swearing his political power to all corners of the country and foreign lands, further consolidating central power, and secretly sending troops to clear out and suppress the restoration forces. During this period, he suffered countless hardships and assassinations, but the First Emperor The disposition to be proud of everything.

Clear away all obstacles and carry forward his great cause.

He built Chi Road, dug Ling Canal, conquered Baiyue in the south, attacked the Xiongnu in the north, and built the Great Wall to resist the fortress. Mountains were uprooted and rivers and mountains were reorganized. He has almost filled the history of Qing Dynasty with thick ink.

But he will eventually become a mortal.

After working day and night and eating and drinking without stopping, Ying Zheng's body collapsed and became worse day by day. Even the imperial doctor was at a loss and could only look at his increasingly pale and sickly face. .

With the emperor's arbitrary temperament, they were unable to even dissuade him.

"Go down."

Ying Zheng waved his hand and ordered them to retreat.

Then he put his hands behind his hands and looked at the hanging sheepskin map. He saw the vast and complex Lingnan, with various ethnic groups rooted in it, a complex and uncivilized primitive system, and groups of Yue tribes.

There is no concept of family and country, and they are easy to attack each other.

The restoration of the six kingdoms continues, and the foundation of the Qin Dynasty is still crumbling.

Once something changes in the Central Plains.

In Lingnan, where 500,000 Qin troops are stationed, the newly established counties of Nanhai, Guilin, and Xiangjun have not yet established stable rule. The Baiyue that the Qin army brutally conquered has not yet integrated with the civilization of the Central Plains, and it is feared that it will be in vain.

Ying Zheng's sharp eyes narrowed slightly.

"Summon Zhao Tuo."

The official offices below received orders and were busy as usual. A seemingly ordinary night.

Ying Zheng and Zhao Tuo, who was dark and thin and looked no different from the Yue people except for his broken hair and tattoos, talked all night long. This emperor continued to preserve the territory of China in an incredible way with his astonishing foresight.

A few years later, war smoke was everywhere and the Central Plains was in danger.

Zhao Tuo resolutely cut off the connection with the Central Plains and spent half his life in Lingnan to continue to spread the civilization of the Central Plains and carefully sow its seeds into towering trees.

"Zhao Tuo lives and dies because he dare not betray his ancestors!"

It was late at night after Zhao Tuo left with the secret order.

Ying Zheng was half-lying in the huge dormitory, his hands and feet were cold, he was lying on the couch coughing and had a high temperature, and he could vaguely see the familiar night in the chaos.

There was fire shooting into the sky.

"Somebody come!"

The eunuch came in from outside with a pale face, "Your Majesty, it's bad, Changle Palace is in trouble!"

"It's not good. I've grown up and become a loser!"

"Come and save the water, quickly!"

"Go and get water from the well. What are you doing?"

"Why is there so much water?"

The palace maids and eunuchs were in a hurry like a ball of ants, carrying buckets and basins back and forth, but they could not save the raging fire with just a drop of money. The fire was greedily licking the wooden beams.

"The water is running out, hurry up, hurry up!"

In a few breaths, the carved balustrade pavilion that showed the royal nobles was swallowed up, and even if the gods were scorched and the ghosts died, they would not be able to escape.

The palace maid's face was charred, she was holding the brazier and murmuring: "Aunt Rui? Where is Aunt Rui?"

Another palace maid said in a panic: "I think I just saw a figure coming in. That figure seems to be Aunt Rui!"

Aunt Rui rushed into Changle Hall.

She looks forward to her old friends in the burning, and looks for hope in the ruins.

Decades have passed, and the little girl of yesteryear has faded away from her hair and hair. At her age, she should have been sent out to marry and have children.

What's the point of living in the palace? Xiao Rui'er has no master to serve.

Where is her master?

The flames rushed into her nose, tears burst out from Rui'er's eyes, and the broken wood rolled down from her side. The scorching temperature made her feel like her skin was about to be turned over.

"Where is this slave's master?!"

Rui'er asked loudly, her tone hoarse and mocking. The fire embers were still dancing wildly, and she was stunned, staring straight at the flower and grass cushion that no one had ever sat on, and next to it were burning vine branches, flower vines, bells and balls.

Someone was sitting here and saw her coming.

What will happen?

Fragments flashed through her mind, but Rui'er could no longer recall them, including the roast chicken that was often put out to get cold, Chef Gu's frequent sighs, and the busy Wei Di gardener.

She, Xiao Ruier, is guarding this deserted palace, and why is she guarding everything here?

Xiao Ruier laughed loudly and fell to her knees.

The hot ground was made of warm jade that was burnt black, and her sight could not reach the end.

"Crack-"

The fire snake is still coiling wildly.

Before Xiao Rui'er lost consciousness, there was a human figure walking towards here in the fire. The man was not tall, wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a white cloth wrapped around his chin. The bamboo hat was still dripping with water, and a few strands of his long hair were also soaked by the water. It got wet and stuck to the thin collarbone.

He clasped his hands together and lowered his head to meet Ruier's distracted eyes.

Rui'er was lost in his pupils, which were dark at the center and crimson in the rim, covered with layers of water mist, "Who are you?"

After asking, she completely lost consciousness.

Ying Zheng outside the hall pursed his lips tightly.

He stood outside Changle Hall, in the hazy firelight.

Xiao Hu Hai ran over in a panic and stood behind his father. When the boy saw the collapse in front of him, he felt that there was a missing piece of his body and the pain of being eaten by thousands of ants, "Why, why did it catch on fire?"

Although he is only ten years old and still has a baby-like fleshy face, he is beginning to show his angular dignity, except that he lacks the maturity and dominance of his father.

Standing behind the tall emperor, Hu Hai was almost like a small doll, "Where's Aunt Rui?"

Ying Zheng has left like a shadow.

Hu Hai's eyebrows were filled with chills and he asked loudly: "Where's Aunt Rui!"

In the past few years, Aunt Rui, who guarded the Changle Hall, had a rare tenderness for him. There was no reason for it. The ordinary care of an elder in Guizhou was like the flowers she carefully cultivated in the Changle Hall.

The palace maid said: "Your Highness, you are still here, the slaves are looking for you."

"Look for it! You can't find them all playing twenty big boards!"

"No! No!"

The Changle Hall was still collapsing, and the flames shot up into the sky. It was almost gorgeous and desolate. Hu Hai's eyes were blank. He took one step, two steps, three steps at the entrance of the hall. He didn't even need to bend his knees, he just remembered to go. What kind of pace.

He should come here more often.

how come?

The palace only said that he was His Majesty's child, and the ministers never deceived him, but they never told him clearly about his mother.

What about his mother? Who is his mother?