Luoyang.

A simple and quiet, surrounded by water, built in the suburbs, with its back to the mountain, quite a bit of the ancient architectural atmosphere of the Qin Dynasty.

Look far away.

It is even more quiet and solemn.

The people who passed by, whether they were warriors or members of the imperial group, couldn't help but be in awe in their hearts.

Somewhere on the estate.

A few waitresses with a few side dishes and drinks in their hands bowed their heads and walked respectfully in the corridor, looking serious and not daring to be sloppy.

These waitresses.

It's all modern.

For the decadent and backward ideas of ancient times, they have always scoffed at the inferior servants.

They are the manor.

Recruit subordinates.

But usually just do a job of serving tea and water, washing and cooking, and don't think that anyone is superior to themselves in their hearts, even if they are the owners of the manor, although they are respectful and respectful, but in their hearts they don't take it seriously at all.

In their opinion.

He and the manor are in an employment relationship, not a slave.

But since I saw the ancestors of the owner of this manor.

Learned of his identity.

Even they cheered up every day, for fear of displeasing each other.

Walk to the inner courtyard of the manor.

Several female attendants, still not daring to raise their heads, respectfully put the food aside.

An old man in a gray ancient costume, with an old face and a white beard, waved his hand.

"Go down, you guys. ”

Several female attendants hurriedly lowered their heads and retreated.

Merely.

When it was about to go out, several people still couldn't help the throbbing in their hearts, and raised their heads cautiously, as if they could take a look, it was the glory of their lives, and then they quickly glanced at the figure standing by the lake in front of them.

Watch as several of the waitresses leave.

The white-bearded old man couldn't help but show embarrassment, looked at the figure in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Ancestor, I'll let these attendants leave tomorrow. ”

The next moment.

A faint voice came from the mouth of the figure.

"No need, now is not the reign of the Great Qin Dynasty, and there is no need for people to prohibit the appearance of Longyan. ”

The white-bearded old man nodded hurriedly.

Then he stood aside respectfully.

Looking at the food that was about to cool down, the white-bearded old man opened his mouth, wanted to speak and stopped, and as soon as he spoke, a faint sentence came from his ears.

"Let's put this first!"

The white-bearded old man was silent.

No longer speak,

It seems that the entire manor has become much quieter with the words of this figure.

Standing in front of him was only a young man who did not appear to be more than thirty years old.

But the young man has a natural imperial temperament.

But it was even Zhao Hengren and others.

are slightly inferior.

This young man was wearing a snow-white straight-lined robe, the drape of the clothes was very good, and the waist was tied with a wide belt of moon white auspicious cloud patterns, on which only a piece of excellent jade quality was hung, the shape seemed rough, but it hung on the young man's body, which was particularly simple and quiet.

The white-bearded old man raised his head respectfully, looking at his ancestor, who had left the title of Emperor One Emperor in history, and couldn't help but feel a trace of worship in his heart.

Although they win the clan in Luoyang.

There are only two ancestors.

Unlike other imperial royal families, there are many emperors who have been resurrected and returned.

But that's enough!

The young man is facing an artificial lake that is not big or small, but it looks extraordinarily exquisite, surrounded by rockeries on all sides.

Suddenly, he asked lightly:

"He's supposed to be back soon, right?"

Meanwhile.

The brush that the young man was holding happened to be on the rice paper in front of him, and he had finished writing six vigorous and powerful characters.

Great Qin Dynasty, win Su!

"The person who left the first emperor in history has disappeared from now on, and now this is the new name of this emperor in this era!"

Listening to the words of the young man who was plain and calm as a mountain.

The white-bearded old man couldn't help but turn sideways, glanced at the six big characters on the rice paper, and when he saw the two words on the final payment, his heart trembled slightly.

Hurriedly replied:

"Back to the ancestor, Hai Xiaozu, I have reported to the imperial group this morning, and this meeting should be back soon. ”

The white-bearded old man, as the royal family of the Ying clan, is also very clear that the culprit of the second Qin Dynasty is the youngest son of the old ancestor, Yinghai!

was supposed to help the prince succeed to the throne.

However, the youngest son Yinghai, united with the traitorous eunuchs, falsely passed on the holy edict, and gave death to the prince of Fusu, who should have succeeded to the throne, but the youngest son Yinghai ascended the throne.

It shouldn't be.

He became the ruler of the world.

until it led to the fall of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The prince of Fusu, who should become the emperor.

but they were killed by a coalition.

Things though for thousands of years.

But even the old ancestor who was honored as the first emperor of the ages in front of him must have anger in his heart, otherwise how could the old ancestor change his name to Yingsu.

At this time.

A young man dressed in a golden ancient costume with a hint of pride in his eyes walked in from the entrance of the corridor outside.

It's the winner who came back from the royal group.

Ying Hai directly ignored the white-bearded old man, respectfully walked to Ying Su, who was wearing a snow-white robe, bent down slightly, and made a salute.

"Father!"

When I saw the word "Winsu" written on the rice paper.

Ying Hai's heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly remained silent, pretending not to understand the deep meaning and exclaimed:

"My father's calligraphy, even after thousands of years, is still written like this. ”

The white-bearded old man sighed again and again as he listened.

This Hai Xiaozu.

Although he used vicious means to ascend to the throne, such a mind beyond ordinary people is extraordinary.

Ying Su put down the brush in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and said lightly with another hint of meaning in his tone:

"Do you really think so?"

There are no superfluous feelings.

But it exudes the majesty of the emperor.

Suddenly.

Ying Hai gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes!"

Long.

There was no sound all around, only the atmosphere was filled with a trace of silence and coldness, and the sound of the snow-white straight-lined robe, swaying in the breeze.

"Then you go down. ”

Wait for this sentence to fall.

Ying Hai couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief, and when he withdrew and walked to the corridor, he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, and his face was even more gloomy.

"Father, the Great Qin Dynasty has been dead for thousands of years, are you still blaming me! Well, in that case, when I win and surpass you, you will understand how stupid your edict was at the beginning!"

But he didn't know.

When he left.

On the edge of the artificial lake surrounded by the rockery, there was a sudden burst of cold muttering.

"Hai'er, since you still don't take the initiative to admit your mistakes......"

The next moment.

When the white-bearded old man saw the six big characters on the rice paper, he disappeared on the rice paper.

His face changed suddenly.

But when he saw the words on the rice paper, changing again and again, his eyes instantly stared, and a huge shock rose in his heart.

"Sir, thousands of years ago, you were right, the emperor was wrong, please use the life of Yinghai to resurrect Fusu!"

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"