My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 337 Ying Zheng
There was deathly silence in the ancestral temple, and the yellow cloth hanging from the carved fence swayed slightly in the wind that squeezed in from outside.

The sky outside was getting dark for some reason. Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Wu Zixun, who were guarding the entrance of the ancestral temple, looked up at the sky. They felt like it was going to rain, but they felt a panic in their hearts for no reason.

On the huge altar table, the densely packed spiritual tablets seemed to be suppressed by something, and no emperor's voice could be heard.

The figure standing in front of the altar table held the hilt of the sword in one hand and clasped the other hand behind his back. He looked up at the spiritual tablets. His eyes moved from the emperor's handwriting with names, surnames and posthumous titles to the highest point little by little. There is an engraving on it: the First Emperor Ying Zheng Ling tablet.

"I was placed at the top, and you are a descendant, right?"

The long incense curled up in the green smoke, and was blown by the wind towards the eight-foot-six figure. The raised head slowly lowered, and he looked slightly sideways at Su Chen behind him.

Only then did Su Chen see the other person's appearance clearly. He had thick eyebrows, a high nose, and slender eyes. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Just one glance could send chills all over the body.

"How will future generations call me?"

"One emperor through the ages!" Su Chen took a deep breath and raised his hands towards the unexpectedly unlocked emperor in front of him, "There are also those who say that His Majesty is a tyrant."

"tyrant?!"

Humph...hahaha!

Qin Shihuang in front of Su Chen suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, and the statue on the altar table behind him buzzed and trembled. The First Emperor suddenly flicked his robe sleeves, his wild laughter suddenly stopped, and he stared angrily, "So what if you are a tyrant, I am without you." If you are tyrannical for a lifetime, there will be no descendants for thousands of years. Without my tyranny, there will be no unification of China!"

"Ask them!"

Ying Zheng turned his head and looked at all the spiritual tablets on the altar table in front of him: "Can you remember my kindness?"

As soon as the words fell, from top to bottom, the spiritual statues standing at different levels bent the spiritual tablets in the card slots and nodded in agreement.

"Your Majesty, you are also honored as the Emperor of Eternity." For the first time, Su Chen felt the oppression from the First Emperor. He could not describe this feeling, but there was a faint excitement in his veins.

"One emperor through the ages. Throughout the ages, there are only a few people who can be called this. Your Majesty deserves this honor!"

Honor?

Qin Shihuang slowly turned around. He was half a head taller than Su Chen. He walked up to Su Chen and looked down at the future generations in front of him.

Loud.

"I would rather not have this honor sometimes...Child, you can't understand me..." He patted Su Chen's tall figure on the shoulder, let go of the sword hilt, and walked towards the ancestral temple gate with his hands behind his back.

"I was abandoned by my father before I was born. I went through many hardships when I was young. I returned to Qin at the age of nine. I thought that I could grow up safely with my mother's protection. But I was wrong. Lu Buwei suppressed me...My own brother betrayed me."

Ying Zheng stopped, his voice was slightly choked up at this point, "Later, my mother also betrayed me, haha... What does this honor mean to me? After persecution and exile in my childhood, I never believed in any honor or family ties. , My life will never be put into the hands of others, and I don’t need what future generations will think!”

The voice came back again, every word seemed to be decisive!
"The books of future generations will not slander me or slander me, but they will never erase my achievements in sweeping the six kingdoms, unifying the mountains and rivers, and creating achievements for future generations. I work hard and sleep day and night, not daring to slack off in political affairs. I abolished the feudal system, and established prefectures and counties to govern the world. I have abolished the writing system of the Six Kingdoms. The books have the same text and the carriages run on the same track. How can it be changed by the barking of a few Confucian scholars with such great courage!"

Outside the ancestral temple, Dian Wei and Xu Chu heard the noise inside and peeked inside. Wu Zixun wanted to take a look, but Xu Chu held his head and threw him behind.

Weng Sheng Weng said angrily: "Is this what you should see?"

In the ancestral temple.

Qin Shihuang closed his eyes slightly and looked back at Su Chen. His bun and temples were already gray. He stood in front of Su Chen like a towering mountain. He reached out and patted this future man on the shoulder.

"There are many things I have never said, and I don't want to say them anymore, but that day when I saw you standing on the Zen throne, sweeping across the hearts of other countries, I seemed to see myself young and vigorous."

"I will tell you a few words that I carved out when I set up Langye Tower: Within Liuhe, there is the land of the emperor. It crosses the quicksand in the west and ends in Beihu in the south. There is the East China Sea in the east and Daxia in the north. Wherever there are human traces , there is no one who refuses to surrender...what should I do if I don’t obey?”

"Kill!" Su Chen raised his hand.

Qin Shihuang nodded: "Don't follow the example of me when I left the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, and kill them when necessary to avoid future troubles!" After saying that, he looked at the altar table, "Liu Bang!"

A spiritual tablet above heard the First Emperor calling his name, and it immediately trembled. The voice of Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, sounded: "Your Majesty, I am not to blame for your country's affairs."

"Haha, I'm calling you just to blame you. If my sons can't hold on to the country I've conquered, it's their own fault! In the past so many years, I've actually looked away, but there's one person who I can't look away in my heart. !”

"Who...who is it?" Liu Bang seemed to have guessed who it was, and said quickly: "Your Majesty, this is wrong. If you let him come out, won't you still hate me?"

The First Emperor laughed so loudly that the whole building of the ancestral temple shook slightly, and a lot of dust fell. The next moment, he threw a token to Su Chen.

When I got it in my hand, it was neither gold nor crystal clear.

Instead, it was pitch black and cold, with the letter: Feather.

Seeing this word, Su Chen's hands shook. Is this... Xiang Yu?
That's right, Xiang Yu had no emperor at that time. He was a member of the Qin State during his lifetime and was the soul of the Qin State in his death. He definitely did not want to join Liu Han's command.

He put the token into his sleeve, stood up straight, took a deep breath again, looked at the First Emperor in front of him, and at the memorial tablets of the emperors behind him.
"All the ancestors of China are here, how can future generations embarrass you!"

Su Chen raised his hand, arched it heavily, and then pressed the Xia King Sword on his waist, and looked at Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng, who nodded slightly and also pressed his hand on the Qin King Sword.

"Changsheng, work with me to wipe out the four kingdoms!"

"Your Majesty, please!"

"Please!"

Su Chen turned around and strode outside the ancestral temple. Qin Shihuang, who was walking together, slowly merged with Su Chen's figure in the gradually revealed skylight outside.

As soon as the person left, Li Tiangang raised his face, counted something with his fingers, and murmured: "One soul is missing."

……

December 27, there are still three days before the new year.

The winter snowflakes have stopped, and the warm sunshine shines on the white earth.

Outside Yanjing City, the troops from all sides who had just returned to Yanjing were stationed in the military camp. In the early morning, the entire camp was eerily quiet, and soon the sound of horse hooves coming from the city gradually approached.

On the running carriage, Su Chen was wearing a white cloak and a large cloak over the black mountain-patterned armor. He stood on the carriage, his fur ruffling in the wind.

The royal chariot passed through the gate, stopped in front of the handsome tent and stepped out of the carriage. Dian Wei and Xu Chu on both sides followed behind and walked into the tent at a fast pace.

Li Jing, Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Huo Qubing, Qin Qiong, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Dong Zhuo, Xia Houyuan and other generals were all present, sitting on both sides, and the general tent was almost full.

The surrounding decorations, fur tiger heads, swords, guns, swords and halberds, as well as the solemn expressions of the generals, made the suddenly quiet atmosphere of the tent become solemn and majestic.

Soon, when they saw the figure striding in, everyone stood up and cupped their hands, with a uniform and loud voice: "Greetings to Your Majesty!"

Su Chen, wearing a long cloak, walked among the generals and strode behind the long case. His whole demeanor and behavior fell into everyone's sight, as if he was very different from the past.

Su Chen sat on the big tiger-skin chair, followed by Xu Chu and Dian Wei, who stood on both sides.

At the top of the list, Su Chen raised his hand after staring at everyone present with his cold eyes.

"Everyone, after two years of rest, can we still fight?"

This was the first sentence he spoke before he sat down.

(End of this chapter)