The Summoning World of the Great Qin Empire

Chapter 1831
The winter night was quiet and lonely. Zhang Liuxiang once had a child who was her greatest effort, but died of smallpox.

After that incident, Zhang Liuxiang became more and more lonely.

The youthful face will gradually wither with the passage of time; the willow tree in the courtyard has passed through 57 springs and autumns. It is said that in the early years, it was once planted by a very famous and powerful family in the empire.

57 years have passed, and the willow tree looks like it dies every winter, but when spring comes, it will still become fresh and beautiful.

But people can't, after a spring and autumn, the brilliance of the body, the beautiful face, and the ambitions of the past have all been buried in the past.

Zhang Liuxiang stared at herself in the bronze mirror, and carefully found a very faint wrinkle in the corner of her eye.

Although she is not an imperial concubine, the things she uses to maintain her youth are no different from those of an imperial concubine, and even to some extent, far exceed that of an imperial concubine.

However, good maintenance can't match the erosion of time on a woman.

Throughout the ages, the biggest enemy of all women may not come from other women's admiration for their husbands, but only one, that is time.

"Am I really old?" Zhang Liuxiang hesitated, and crystal tears flowed from her beautiful eyes.

Fusu sat on the emperor's chariot, recalling many things that had happened in his mind.

The memories of the two lives are intertwined in his mind, and sometimes it will give him an illusion that what he sees in front of him is a dream, and when he opens his eyes, he finds that everything is false, and then returns to that memory deep in the world.

The lights of Wanjia were flickering, and all the stars in the sky and the earth were forced back. Through the curtain, Fusu could see all the people kneeling on the ground, the people in the distance were welcoming the emperor, and the people nearby were sending the emperor off.

In Xianyang City, different from the capital city, this is the root of Fusu; the familiar Qin opera sounds to him, and there is a feeling of incomparable intimacy.

The exquisite translucent crystal bottle under the light reflects the charming brilliance, slightly dizzying the eyes.

After returning to the palace, the queen was still waiting. Under the bright light, the queen opened her eyebrows, gently pulled out the needle and thread from the dragon robe, and put it on Fusu's body.

"Just right, not too big or too small." Fusu turned left and right.

"I have been making clothes for decades. I can make A Lang's clothes with my eyes closed." The queen was quite proud.

Fusu took off the dragon robe, and the maid brought the fine wine brought back from Chu Yangjun's mansion.

The blurred and charming light immediately attracted Rouge's eyes.

After Fusu explained, Yan Zhi raised his glass with a smile, but spit it out after drinking it: "It tastes strange, I still don't like it."

There were wine stains on Rouge's red lips, and a unique style was born naturally. Fu Su let go of the wine bottle in his hand, took Rouge into his arms, and gently sucked Rouge's lips.

There is surprise and restless enthusiasm in Rouge's eyes...

After the panting gradually subsided, Fusu leaned on the couch, hugging the sweaty queen in his arms, embroidered with the queen's body fragrance, and directly entered the system.

"Now provide me with the explosive list."

"Ding dong! Mr. Nanhai's explosive list is as follows, No.1, Sima Xiangru, a writer of the Western Han Dynasty, currently implanted as a candidate for Qin Guochunwei, the four dimensions are as follows, force: 74, commander: 53, politics: 79, intelligence: 83 , with a literary intelligence of 96."

"It can be regarded as adding some strong cultural atmosphere to my Daqin. I haven't finished writing the article for the reward, so it happens to be handed over to Sima Qian to write."

"The second person, Dong Zhongshu of the Western Han Dynasty, is currently implanted as a disciple of Su He's sect. The four dimensions are as follows, military power: 66, commander: 82, politics: 91, intelligence: 95."

Fu Su cheered up, Su He already had a systematic conclusion on the divine right of kings, and now Dong Zhongshu is here, it would be even more interesting, but I don’t know if there will be another situation where hundreds of schools of thought will be dismissed and Confucianism will be respected exclusively.

"The third person, Zhuo Wenjun, a beauty from the Western Han Dynasty, is currently implanted as the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family in Xianyang City. The four dimensions are as follows, force: 41, commander: 51, politics: 61, intelligence: 71, charisma: 96."

Fusu couldn't help laughing, this thought is really interesting.

"The fourth person, Jin Tai, the martial arts master of the Northern Song Dynasty, is currently implanted as the martial arts master of the Chu Kingdom. The four dimensions are as follows, force: 109, commander: 56, politics: 61, intelligence: 86!"

"Hey! How can this golden platform have such a high force value?" Fusu was a little surprised. As for the saying "A king is not as good as a bully, a general is not as good as a Li, and a punch is not as good as gold", he has heard of it before, but he has never heard of it. Thinking of it, Jin Tai actually came out.

"The fifth person, Gao Gao, a military general during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, is currently implanted as a general of the Chu State, and is a close friend with Jintai. The four dimensions are as follows, force: 106, commander: 90, politics: 65, intelligence: 49!"

There was not much surprise on Fusu's face, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, the explosion had already happened, so what can he do no matter how depressed he is?
On the road to Xianyang from the west, a young Juren rode a horse, facing the light.

"This is really heaven and earth. His Majesty the Emperor governs the country well. We, students from poor families, can be considered to have the opportunity to step into the pinnacle of life and marry the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family!"

This person was none other than Sima Xiangru who had just exploded.

A Nuoda manor could already be seen in the distance, and the people working in the fields outside shouted loudly: "Oh my God, that Sima Xiangru who killed a thousand swords is here again! Go and tell the owner!"

"Oh my god, this cheeky Sima Xiangru is here again, trying to abduct my big sister Wenjun!" A slug with a big snot bubble blowing out of its nostrils yelled loudly, and took short steps Thinking about the manor, he ran in.

The expression on Sima Xiangru's face froze for a moment, then he let go of the rein with both hands, and lightly adjusted his belt, so that the belt could flutter in the cold wind, adding a bit of beauty.

"After you have said this, His Majesty the Emperor has created such a prosperous age. We, workers, peasants and scholars, are all equals. How can you say that I killed a thousand swords?"

"I have admired your eldest daughter for a long time. Could it be that my knowledge and conduct are not worthy of your eldest daughter?"

"I pay for what I have learned in my life. It is not impossible for Chunwei to win the championship this time. What are you doing! I am a scholar, why do you pour dung on me?"

"Oh! Who is that! Your uncle! Why are you getting more and more active! Don't you think the smelly pavement!"

The dignified bookishness suddenly disappeared, replaced by a rascal look on his face.

(End of this chapter)