Zhao Yue found a vacant lot in Xu County, leaned against a tree, sat down slowly, took a breath, and finally picked up the bamboo slips transcribed by the old man, and began to read them one by one.

The warm spring breeze blew the handsome face of the young man, the sun was just right, the mood was just right, and the time came in the afternoon, and the people on the side streets had already gone home to rest, waiting for the afternoon work.

The young man put the bamboo pieces on the ground in order, and then held the silk book in his hand, looking at it sentence by sentence, he was desperately identifying every ancient character on it, for fear of missing any meaning, and wanted to understand this small seal.

On the bamboo slip handed over to Zhao Yue by the old man, it is said that the person who holds the black box and his descendants, as long as the surname is Zhao, is the descendant of the Qin royal family during the Warring States Period, because the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty died, and the crown prince Fusu was framed, so this vein was temporarily broken, and the later son ascended the throne and re-continued the rule of the Zhao royal family of the Qin Dynasty.

However, the person who left the box predicted that the Great Qin Dynasty was about to fall, and no one could save it, but the person who left the box also hoped that the person who held this thing could understand that he was a descendant of the Qin Dynasty royal family. Once you read this article, you must be self-reliant and self-reliant at all times. To govern the world, we must be able to be a minister, and in troubled times, we must also dominate one side, so that we can live up to the glory of our ancestors.

This man is Zi Ying. According to the silk book, he should have written it when Liu Bang was about to invade Xianyang, and it also said that he would hand it over to the palace people, and even take his sick little son out of the palace together.

This youngest son's surname is Ying, his name is Zhao, and his name is Shiwei.

From this point of view, Zhao Shiwei's illness did not lead to his death, but allowed him to survive the massacre of Xiang Yu and pass down the blood of the Qin Dynasty royal family.

When Zhao Yue saw this, his face was already full of horror, and delicate beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and one accidentally knocked over a piece of bamboo slip with his left foot, and the silk book pinched by his fingers was stained with sweat in a few places, and his hand trembled slightly.

At this time, Zhao Yue didn't have too many thoughts in his heart, but he was very excited, and there was also a trace of apprehension that had not yet surfaced in his heart, he finally understood that he and his father Zhao Xun were actually descendants of the royal family of the Qin Dynasty!

"However, now that hundreds of years have passed according to the Qin Dynasty, what is the use of knowing this!?" When Zhao Yue thought of this, his mind was shocked, and his heart was not filled with much joy, but with great regret, as if it was about to turn into an ocean, devouring his already fragile soul.

There were more and more thoughts in his mind, and there was even a hint of fear, and in order to get rid of this feeling, he could only continue to watch. After all, sometimes, the more people try to pull away from something, the easier it is to sink deeper.

The silk book continues: The reason why the future generations are advised to look at this thing when they are successful or disappointed is to hope that if there are capable people in the future generations, they will not forget their ancestors; I also hope that when the descendants are discouraged and want to find a short time, they will not let the bloodline of the Qin royal family be cut off.

There was another sentence in the meantime, which made Zhao Yue remember the most.

"If the descendants of Qin can see this text, and when they see this text, it will still be the world of the Xiang family's Great Chu State, or...... It was the Han army's lucky victory, which continued to this time. Then, the descendants of Qin must not work for one of these two, and they must find a way to avenge the destruction of the country for our ancestors! ”

"If there is disobedience, the kings of the Qin Dynasty will curse their descendants in heaven and never have peace!"

The silk book slowly fell to the ground, Zhao Yue's hand loosened unconsciously, his eyes were empty, his heart was beating extremely fast, and his head was a chaotic mess.

The values of the past are like a splendid palace, but it seems that after seeing this silk book, it turned into a grain of loose sand, and slowly drifted away with the wind......

Dahan, this incomparably noble term in the past, originally had the hope in his heart, and he had wanted to revitalize it countless times to make Liu Zheng and countless Han army brothers happy! But now? It turned out to be the culprit who destroyed the country of his ancestors, and he was the object of great hatred of his ancestors!

And the Qin Dynasty, which was a little far away, Zhao Yue once thought it was such a failure!

As an empire, he was overthrown by a group of aspiring peasants, and he even took it as a pride for the common people, and even mocked the incompetence of the Qin State in his heart.

Under the rendering of Liu Zheng and other Han Dynasty people, he also regarded the rulers of the Qin Dynasty as losers, as a group of scum who did not care about the lives of the common people and only knew arrogance and lasciviousness! However, the overjoyed Qin Shi Huang and the incompetent child turned out to be his ancestors!

Zhao Yue's eyes began to wander casually in front of the scene in front of her, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He was stupid and thought he was abiding by filial piety, but he disobeyed his ancestors without knowing it and blasphemed the word "filial piety".

He was really stupid, he thought he was loyal to his duty, but he joined the Han army without knowing it, and became a soldier in the army of the enemy who destroyed the country.

Two stark contrasts, two huge shocks!

It is unacceptable for an elderly man with a mature mind and strong will, let alone a young man who is not yet twenty years old. Zhao Yue's body was weak, and the sweat on her forehead became more and more.

"Ahh

In the end, Zhao Yue, who couldn't stand this pressure, put everything into his arms, screamed, threw away the black box that was originally used to hold silk books and parchment, and then almost frantically held his head and ran towards the unknown distance. Along the way, the pedestrians who were down by him avoided them one after another, so as not to be affected.

A seventeen-year-old boy should have been high-spirited and ambitious, but why did it befall Zhao Yue, but it was so cruel.

He didn't understand.

Zhao Yue ran out of Xu County and ran like crazy in the country road.

The sky above him became more and more gloomy, and dark clouds began to cover the earth, blocking the original bright sunlight, and the ground seemed to be covered with a huge shadow, like a big bird flying in the sky.

A huge wind blew, sweeping away the cold and steepness that had not yet dissipated, driving away the scene of early spring. The small trees that had just sprouted sprouts swayed in the wind, and passers-by felt the gloomy coldness.

Eventually, the first thunderstorm of the spring fell. The lightning and thunder in the sky made the dolls in the homes of the residents of Xuxian County cry incessantly.

It is said that "spring rain is as expensive as oil".

And the pouring rain in this cold breath seemed to be the tears of the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty in the past, dripping on Zhao Yue's body, and penetrating his thin clothes with the cold wind.

The frustrated Zhao Yue felt that his ancestors were sad and weeping.

Because, those brave soldiers who were originally born for the Qin Dynasty and died for the Qin Dynasty were laughing at him, and the once glorious rulers of the Qin Dynasty, their descendants had to serve the enemy army who destroyed the country, and even died on the battlefield many times.

This is really an inexplicable irony, and it is a shame for the royal family of the Qin Dynasty! At that moment, Zhao Yue hoped that the thunder that sounded from time to time in the sky could chop him, an unfilial man, to death in the wilderness, so that he could be freed!

He couldn't run, so he squatted in the rain, letting the rain douse him like a soup chicken.

On both sides of the road were peasants in robes and with iron forks in their hands, glancing at him from time to time, but he didn't care.

Because he doesn't understand, really doesn't understand, is he wrong? If so, what was wrong with him?

If not, then what's wrong?