Da Qin: Self-destruction and time travel, I will extend my life for Qin for a thousand years

Qinwang City, Dongcheng District, there are bursts of light gray smoke in the distance, and the cold wind blows slightly, with a bit of chill, so that pedestrians and merchants passing by can't help tightening their woolen robes.

Wang Xiaoming pressed the dark velvet hat on his head, slowly walked off the smoke-filled steam bus, and walked towards the "Sunshine Newspaper" in the central square.

It was a hat made of bear hair. It was a treasure obtained by his father Wang Daming when he hunted a black bear along the way during his expedition to the Maurya Dynasty more than ten years ago. It was a symbol of his father's bravery and wisdom.

According to what his father said, on the march, a black bear suddenly appeared and injured people. Everyone ran away, but he stood bravely.

The black bear pounced, and his father, holding a short blade, disembowelled the black bear with just a sliding shovel, killing him with one blow.

Very handsome!

Of course, this was his father's statement, and according to his father's friend Uncle Zhong Limei, when the black bear appeared, everyone fled immediately. Only his father, Wang Daming, fainted on the spot because he was too scared.

And because black bears don't eat dead people, his father escaped and was shot to death with a musket by the big guy who came back.

When he was a child, Wang Xiaoming carefully compared these two stories and was shocked to find that except for his father's name, nothing else was the same between them.

And except for his own father, almost everyone told the second story.

Of course, as his father's son, Wang Xiaoming feels that he should still trust his father regardless of his conscience. This is probably the so-called filial piety.

"Uncle Hai, may I ask, do you have the latest issues of People's Daily and Da Qin Youth?"

Wang Xiaoming asked the owner of the newspaper. He was a weird middle-aged man with a lame leg and a sloppy face. He was reading a pamphlet with an ink painting of a woman on the cover, and from time to time he made extremely obscene laughter.

He had no children or a wife, and his lame leg was said to have been broken because of "being a bitch".

Although Wang Xiaoming is young, only twelve years old, he has completed six years of elementary school education and still understands what it means to be "insignificant".

But precisely because of this, he couldn't understand why a person could have his leg broken because of it.

"No more! No more!"

"Those newspapers were snatched up before the end of the morning (seven o'clock). If you come here at this time, you won't even get the scum!"

The uncle gave him a cold look, then ignored him and continued to read the pamphlet.

Wang Xiaoming's expectant face fell instantly.

In fact, he understood that at this point, it would be impossible for him to grab "People's Daily" and "Da Qin Youth", but Wang Xiaoming had a different feeling for them.

It was my father's favorite and the newspaper he had read since he was a child. He used to come here almost every day, buy these two newspapers, and take them home to watch with his father.

It can be said that when I was a child, I gained a lot of my understanding of the outside world through these two newspapers.

They are the best-selling newspaper in the Qin State, and even the entire Great Qin, including the Three Prairie Kingdoms, and Japan. Almost every household has a copy, and the printing volume of each issue is more than 20 million copies nationwide.

They are all about the political, economic, military and people's livelihood conditions of the Qin Dynasty. Of course, what Wang Xiaoming likes most are the comic strips and joke collections on the album pages.

But just three days ago, everything changed.

After he finished elementary school and entered middle school, his father deliberately moved to Nancheng District, which is closer to the school, in order to facilitate his schooling.

This also resulted in me no longer being able to rush over to buy newspapers before dawn.

However, Wang Xiaoming is still unwilling to give in. He wants to see if he can take the earliest bus. That is the latest research result of the Mohist Research Institute. A manned vehicle driven by a steam engine is more comfortable and faster than a horse-drawn carriage. See if he can catch up. .

It was obvious that there was no way he could catch up.

"hehe!"

As if aware of the young man's disappointment, the slovenly middle-aged man put down the pamphlet and looked at it with disdain.

"It seems that you really want these two newspapers! In that case, I will be merciful and satisfy you once. I just have one copy left that I haven't sold, and I plan to read it myself."

As he spoke, he took out two brand-new newspapers from the bottom of the newspaper cabinet, a place where guests could not see.

Wang Xiaoming, who was originally disappointed, instantly became energetic after seeing the newspaper!

"Money! This is money! I bought it!"

Wang Xiaoming was very excited. Looking at the two newspapers, he seemed to see a peerless treasure. He immediately took out the money from his pocket and wanted to get them immediately.

However, when faced with the money he took out, the middle-aged man didn't take it seriously and said in a calm tone: "I don't need this. These two newspapers are the only newspapers nearby that have not been sold."

"In addition to money, I need something else from you."

"What is it? Uncle, what do you want to do?"

Wang Xiaoming was shocked. He was only a twelve-year-old child and had not even graduated from middle school. What could this uncle get from him?

"Hahaha, don't be nervous, this is actually a very simple thing!"

The wretched middle-aged man chuckled twice, and then said: "You only need to shout to me, Your Majesty, that will be all."

"Your Majesty, ten thousand years?"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming's originally nervous expression immediately became weird.

It’s not like he didn’t know that this uncle was mentally disturbed. After all, he was already in his forties or fifties, but he didn’t even have a wife by his side. He also had one of his legs broken, so he could only sit in this newspaper office and read all day long. Unspeakable booklet.

If such a person is mentally normal, that would be the most outrageous thing.

However, Wang Xiaoming never expected that he would actually call him Your Majesty.

"Uncle, are you sure you want me to call you this?"

"If word of this gets out, you might be arrested."

"So what if we catch him?"

The middle-aged man dismissed it: "It's not like I haven't been caught before. I'll just break another leg at worst."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

The level of bravery in such a speech really opened his eyes.

"Okay, since you don't care, then I have nothing to be afraid of."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the two newspapers with ardent eyes, and then saluted the middle-aged man respectfully: "The common people pay homage to your majesty, may your majesty live forever!"

In order to satisfy the middle-aged man, he specially performed a complete set.

"When I was in Mengxue, I learned the etiquette of meeting the king."

"I thought I would never use it in my lifetime, but I didn't expect it to be used here."

Wang Xiaoming had a lot of thoughts, and the middle-aged man laughed very happily after hearing this, and gave the two newspapers directly to him without taking any money.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed so hard that tears flowed from his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming took the newspaper and felt that the uncle seemed to be crazy, so he could only quietly turn around and leave, not daring to stay.

……

At the same moment, in an attic not far from here.

The cold wind outside the building came from the sky, gently caressing the floor, pouring in through the gaps, and blowing the flames in the lanterns inside the building faintly visible.

In this interplay of light and shadow, two figures stood silently by the window, looking at the middle-aged man who was laughing not far away with complicated eyes.

One is a young man with a handsome face, and the other is an old man wearing imperial robes. "Cui Yuan, do you think he is really crazy? Or is he pretending to be crazy?"

"I do not know either."

Cui Yuan told the truth.

Although he does have many incredible methods, they do not include seeing into other people's minds. .

Hu Hai's current state is that if you say he is normal, he seems to be normal. If you say he is abnormal, he seems to be abnormal.

"Whether he is crazy or not, I am afraid only he knows the answer."

Ying Zheng was silent and did not speak.

Cui Yuan raised his eyebrows and continued: "Actually, Your Majesty, if you are really worried about the Eighteenth Prince, you can take him back to the palace."

"The crimes he committed before have been fully repaid through the hardships he has endured over the years."

"And I also believe that His Majesty has always been thinking about the Eighteenth Prince. Otherwise, you would not have secretly sent someone to bring him to me, and also purchased a newspaper as a gift to him."

"Your Majesty, there are some things in this world where blood is thicker than water after all..."

"Stop talking."

Ying Zheng stopped Cui Yuan from continuing.

His expression was sad, and his frowning brows seemed like rugged mountains, hiding a bitterness that was difficult for outsiders to know.

He didn't want to forgive Hu Hai, but he really couldn't do it!

Although Cui Yuan did not tell him some things, he already knew them in the history books of the Ming Dynasty.

If it was just an assassination, then Hu Hai's sins had indeed been fully paid.

But in addition, he is also guilty of killing his own brothers and sisters!

Especially Ying Zheng's favorite daughter, who was also Cui Yuan's daughter-in-law, Ying Yinman, was torn apart by his ruthless car and died.

How could Ying Zheng forgive Hu Hai like this?

If these things had not been changed, Ying Zheng might not have kept Hu Hai alive, but would have directly sent people to cut him into pieces!

"That's all. Let him leave everything to himself."

After leaving these words, Ying Zheng turned around and left the attic tremblingly, hiding his figure in the darkness.

Cui Yuan stood there, watching the back of the First Emperor leaving, without saying anything.

Only the occasional turning gaze revealed a little helplessness in his heart.

In this world, every family has sutras that are difficult to recite.

"But speaking of it, it's been almost twenty years now, and I don't know where Da Qin's Guo Zuo has reached."

Cui Yuan suddenly remembered this and felt a little emotional about the impermanence of time.

Hu Hai, who wanted to assassinate him on the spot, has now become a lame old newspaper man. Brother Zheng has also completely entered his twilight years and is estimated to not live for a few years. Wang Daming's son Wang Xiaoming has now graduated from elementary school.

Except for him because his life span is too long, everyone else has entered uncontrollable aging.

To say that time is impermanent is probably nothing more than that.

He calculated the approximate time in his mind and found that there were still about thirty days left, which would be twenty years after the system "left".

If you include the time when the previous system arrived, it has been twenty-six years since he came to this world, nearly thirty years.

Cui Yao left the attic, planning to go back and make preparations to celebrate the return of his old friend.

Although this old friend may not like his welcome, some things still need to be done.

Cui Yuan walked lightly and quickly went downstairs and returned to his palace.

Now he doesn't like traveling by horse-drawn carriage, because the road is full of buses, and horse-drawn carriages can easily hinder traffic, so Cui Yuan sets an example and is the first to give up this old mode of transportation.

When Ying Zheng left just now, he was riding a special steam locomotive.

As for the bodyguards, Cui Yuan didn't carry any guards. Not to mention that he wouldn't encounter danger here. Even if he did encounter it, he still didn't know who was protecting whom.

Along the way, many people still greeted him, and Cui Yuanru responded enthusiastically as he did twenty years ago.

In the eyes of the people, time seems to have left no trace on this young man. He is still so tall and young.

No one thought there was anything wrong with this, or that they were envious of Cui Yuan.

If even a god like Cui Yuan could not live forever, then there would be no immortals in this world.

"I have met His Highness!"

Cui Yuan arrived at the palace and was greeted by the palace guards led by Hei Fu, followed by Zhang Liang, Zhong Limei, Mo Fei and others.

"Father, you are finally back. I have a lot of things I want to ask your opinion on."

Cui Manzai, the eldest son of King Qin, walked over with tiger steps. At the age of twenty, his eyebrows were already very similar to those of Cui Yuan. He was already married, and his entourage behind him was holding a lot of official documents.

Because Cui Yuan was a hands-off shopkeeper, after confirming that Cui Manzai was stable enough, he asked him to assist Zhang Liang in handling government affairs so that he could take over in the future.

Cui Yuan's life span is very long. It is impossible for him to really be the King of Qin until he dies of old age. It is completely unrealistic.

So he planned to step down in a year and a half and give up his position as King of Qin to Cui Manzai.

"You should handle these matters yourself."

Cui Yuan chuckled, took the official documents and glanced at them. It seemed that he was just pretending, but in fact he read all their contents. His brain power was so powerful.

After discovering that there was nothing important, he returned all these matters to Cui Manzai.

"I believe in you, I believe you can do a good job."

"Besides, I also want to spend time with your mother."

"Father……"

Cui Manzai frowned, but he could only nod helplessly: "Well, father, you really should go and accompany your mother-in-law."

Cui Yuan gave a few more instructions to the others and sent the next task before leaving.

"You should prepare for the welcome ceremony. In a month, a very distinguished guest will come, and I will personally welcome him then."

Welcome ceremony?

Father (Your Highness), who do you want to welcome? It's actually a month in advance.

Your Majesty still remembers that he just came here not long ago!

The question only stayed in their minds for a while and then completely disappeared.

It doesn’t matter who he welcomes, just do it and that’s it! (End of chapter)