The next morning, the sun shone through the cracks in the curtains and shone on a handsome face.

The long eyelashes are slightly convex and the nose looks good in the sun.

This handsome man must be dreaming, otherwise he wouldn't be smiling.

The sound of a "ding-dong" text message shattered the dream.

The sleeping beautiful man's eyelashes moved slightly, and one hand slowly reached above his head to pick up the bedside mobile phone.

The black text on the white screen reads: "I, Qin Shi Huang." Hit the money!"

When the content of the text message was printed into the pupils of his eyes, he sat up like a corpse lying on the bed.

The phone slammed into the ground and scolded:

"XXX, I am Qin Shi Huang"

Broken phones were scattered around the corner.

After a moment of silence, a pair of slender jade hands unhurriedly picked up the broken parts from the ground, and neatly arranged the parts on the small table according to their size.

The person who picked up the phone stood up, carefully picked up a cup of tea, and asked softly:

"Did you drink too much last night, some tea?"

The handsome man ignored her, his eyes staring at the ceiling thoughtfully.

He slowly thought back to the beginning of his nightmare...

(The following is the secret of Qin Shi Huang's resurrection)

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On November 5, 924, the city of Nanping was beautiful and sunny, and for Zhang Yi, the last emperor in Chinese history, it was like the sky falling.

Just after noon, after a period of agitation, the Forbidden City was full of soldiers.

Zhang Yi's face was expressionless, her face was as cold and white as ice, and she slowly walked towards the noon gate with the queen and concubine.

There was a "bang", and the vermilion door behind him was tightly closed.

Zhang Yi stood in front of the door, wanting to turn back, but her eyes were looking at the ground like ashes.

He was thinking: "There are also many deposed emperors in all dynasties, who is the one who finally conquers the turmoil?"

Since Qin Shi Huang became emperor, in 2132 years, there have been 332 emperors, including the founding emperor in history, and the widow who was defeated and corpsed in the palace, only he quietly walked out of the palace.

At this moment, he was unwilling, but helpless.

The morning sun is still the same, and the mountains and rivers are unharmed. After a gunshot outside Wuchang City, the Qing Dynasty came to an end, and the southern kingdom was formed.

In the early years of the southern kingdom, the warlords were fighting, and among the many warlords fighting in the melee, there was a "Zhensong army" of 100,000 people, and the main general was called Liu Zhenhua.

Although Liu Zhenhua is not very famous, he led a group of rabble such as the Territorial Bandits, the Red Gun Society, and the Big Knife Society, and held the guns and cannons given by Xishan, and besieged Yang Hu and Li Hu in Xijing City for 8 months, and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians died of starvation and battle in the city.

And this Liu Zhenhua attacked Xijing not only to grab territory, but also to have a shocking secret, that is, tomb robbery.

Late one night in the spring of 926, at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain in Eastern and Western Provinces.

The night was dark, and the earth was swishing with a cold wind.

On the top of the Qin Mausoleum, which is as high as a hill, there are dense people.

Judging by the dress, this is a group of soldiers. But whose soldiers it was, the night was too dark to see.

"The night is dark and the wind is high, and it is just right to dig a grave. Dig, dig, dig, dig for Lao Tzu, dig to the treasure, everyone has a share. ”

The man in the second lieutenant's uniform stood on a high place, shouting at the top of his voice.

The people who were originally shocked by the war immediately became motivated when they heard that "everyone has a share".

After a while, the sound of nailing bells was endless.

It was almost early in the morning, with a chaotic sound.

A group of people, surrounding a pit, the bottom of which is a bluestone slab.

And this slate is a dozen square meters.

The thin and slender herald ran in front of Liu Zhenhua with long legs.

"Report to the marshal, dug up"

The herald's sudden shout startled Liu Zhenhua.

Sit up.

After concentrating for a while, Liu Zhenhua took off the military hat on his head and asked, "Dig it?"

The herald replied with a smile: "Boss, I got it!"

Liu Zhenhua took the adjutant and a group of people ran up the mountain, but they frowned at the big stone slab in front of them.

Grabbed a feng shui master and asked, the master said: "This is the Tianmen stone, you must remove this stone one by one to find the entrance to the underground palace, but he can't tell how many stone slabs there are below." ”

After dawn, thousands of soldiers walked around the Qinling Tomb, some released guns, some planted mines, and announced the exercise, and the surrounding villagers could not get close to the Qinling Tomb.

In this way, after tossing for half a month, tens of thousands of loads of soil were dug up, and more than a dozen large stone slabs were removed, and there was not even a shadow of this underground palace.

Seeing that he couldn't stay here for a long time, Liu Zhenhua called the engineer captain.

In the night, the earth shook and boomed. After the loud bang, a large hole was cut off from the mountain.

Everyone rushed up with smoke and falling slag to see what the underground palace was except for broken stones.

Liu Zhenhua didn't believe in evil, and asked someone to go to the bottom of the mountain to bury a ton of **.

Boom! The flames were so bright that they lit up almost half of the sky.

The two soldiers who were close to the blasting point were killed on the spot by more than a dozen pounds of rubble.

There are still a few who are not afraid of death, and those who want to get rich rush to the front.

"Report to the commander, blow up a pond," the herald trotted all the way to report to Liu Zhenhua.

", the ** in my hand is almost used up and it hasn't exploded," Liu Zhenhua said as he kicked at the herald.

"Wow!" the herald rushed out and rolled down the dirt slope.

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Zhenhua left with his thousands of men.

Just after the loud bang, a person woke up.

He, facing upwards on his back, saw the dense stars overhead, the starlight flickering on and off, shining with a faint light.

As the starlight fell, a thin wisp of ash fell, and he sneezed as he snorted as the ash snorted.

"Poof"

A soft sound reverberated incessantly, and the sound became stronger and weaker until it disappeared.

He, with his weak hands, sat up, and with all his strength, slowly leaned on the edge of the coffin, looking forward through the faint light.

Directly in front, tall boulder figures are placed on both sides, holding a ge on the left and a knife on the right. The demeanor is pleasant, and there is a spirit.

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This.. This... This is the mausoleum.

Yes, at this moment he already understood that he was in the tomb.

Is the widow dead? How can the widow die if he is Qin Shi Huang? How can the widow die if the widow's hegemony has not yet been completed?

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly felt someone push his arm.