The rustic atmosphere of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River was broken by the billowing smoke and dust that swept up on this day. No one dared to speak loudly on the originally bustling street for a while, and people stood quietly on both sides of the street, and the soldiers stood neatly on both sides of the avenue with long ges in their hands, their cyan armor reflecting a pale cyan light in the daylight.

Gradually, the sound of horses neighed, and from a distance, the shining golden luanjia exuded a majestic aura and slowly approached. People respectfully knelt on both sides of the street and bowed their heads.

From far to near, eight sturdy white foals marched forward, and on the golden luan ride behind them, a middle-aged man in a golden dragon robe sat quietly on the luan car, looking at the subjects in thin cloth clothes by the street.

"The people of the Southern Barbarian Land are so tame." Ying Zheng said with a smile to one of the guards next to Luan.

The guard bowed his head respectfully. "Your Majesty."

"Call the Prime Minister."

The guard turned his horse's head.

Li Si rode to Luan's side. "Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng nodded. "Prime Minister, come up and sit."

Li Si walked up to Luan with the support of his attendants. His head was slightly bowed.

"Xu Fuke has news back."

"Back to Your Majesty, not yet."

Ying Zheng was a little disappointed. "I'm afraid I don't have much time to wait for him."

He looked up into the distance. "Penglai Wonderland. What would that be? ”

Li Si bowed his head and was silent. He knew that Ying Zheng's illness had reached the point of no return, and it was precisely because of this that he once again sent Fang Shi Xu Fu to the East China Sea to seek the art of immortality to renew his life.

It's just that he didn't believe what Xu Fu said, but he still had a little uneasiness in his heart, he still remembered his agreement with the young son Hu Hai, the eldest son Fusu is now with the general Meng Tian led an army of 300,000 troops to garrison the north, Yingzheng can be said to be entrusted with Fusu with a heavy responsibility, the meaning is self-evident, if the young son wants to succeed in ascending the throne, he must first pass the pass of Fusu, regardless of the status of the eldest son in the eyes of the people, just looking at the 300,000 troops in the north is enough to make Hu Hai's attempt come to naught. But all this is not what he wants to see, he understands that he has been tied to the same thread as Hu Hai.

Soldiers came on horseback, and he whispered a few words beside the guard.

The guard respectfully lowered his head and looked at the two people sitting on Luan's chauffeur.

"Your Majesty, thirty miles ahead, that is, Yunmeng Daze. The county guard has built a palace for His Majesty. ”

"Oh?" Ying Zheng suddenly became interested.

As the chariots and horses marched between the hills and hills, the white mist gradually thickened. Ying Zheng looked at the peerless beauty here, once upon a time, this was a hunting ground exclusive to the King of Chu. And now, under the iron hooves of the Qin Empire's army, this country has completely belonged to itself.

The rise of wildfire is like a cloud, and the howl of a tiger is like thunder. It's like a paradise. Ying Zheng suddenly felt in a good mood.

The sun is about to sink into the horizon, and the night is getting thicker. Ying Zheng ordered the accompanying chariots and horses to camp on the spot. He was then greeted by the county guard to the Yunmeng Palace.

On the hilly hills, several figures quickly shuttled between the jungles.

Due to the underdevelopment of means of transportation in this era, when the four of Nan Qiyun arrived in the coastal waters, it took nearly two months to follow Yingzheng's parade all the way here.

Four people were hidden around the palace. Through the light shining through the windows of the palace, Nan Qiyun could see Ying Zheng kneeling at a low table. There was a mountain of folds on the table. In history, the work attitude of this emperor through the ages, the historians have always been highly praised and affirmed, as the king of a country, Ying Zheng in the diligent government affairs, indeed played a role in the proper example of a holy king.

Han first patted Nan Qiyun on the shoulder and asked about the next action arrangement. This is a problem that Nan Qiyun's team has been struggling with on the way to follow Yingzheng's team all the way. Xu Fu's operation to Penglai Wonderland was planned and implemented by Ying Zheng himself, and the specific details were basically only in the hands of Ying Zheng or a few senior officials directly under him. And in this era, under the background of strict hierarchy, it is impossible for ordinary people to communicate with each other as easily as in the era of mansions, let alone communicate with officials who represent the high-level feudal aristocratic class or even face-to-face communication, not to mention that Nan Qiyun They themselves belong to outsiders in this era, and it is impossible to disguise themselves as forces of the same class, so for these nobles, they are just equivalent to a cloth cloth, and it is even more difficult to obtain information from them.

Taking a step back, even if face-to-face communication and questioning are realized, it is an inevitable question whether such obvious contact with people of this era will lead to a temporal paradox due to some unnecessary remarks or actions.

The current time is in 210 BC, which is the backtracking node selected by Nan Qiyun through his previous investigation of Ying Zheng's life. This happened to be the last year of Yingzheng's brilliant life, and he died in the Yunmeng area on the way to the east, which is now where he is in Yunmeng Daze.

Nan Qiyun's suggestion is to closely monitor all the conditions of Yingzheng here, especially his physical condition, and once he is on the verge of the last moment of his life, he will take corresponding measures to create an opportunity to meet him, because the life of the person being met is close to dissipating into this world, then the time paradox generated by the contact between the outsider and it may reach a very small degree to the greatest extent.

But there is a huge flaw in this method, Yingzheng as the king of a country, his concept of class above 10,000 people can be profoundly reflected in the previous decades in power, such a tyrant, even when he is dying, is very likely to appear out of thin air, in his eyes the four cloth clothes are intruders, and can even be characterized as assassins, and refuse to disclose any relevant information. There is a high probability that such an action will end up with nothing.

But as it stands, for all those who know about Xu Fu's actions, only meeting with Ying Zheng has the least paradoxical effect, and the possibility of Ying Zheng's attitude also exists in others, if this is the case, then it is obviously the most reasonable to directly seek out the person who knows the most about Xu Fu's plan of action. Once the solution fails, you can choose to retrace to a previous point in time and re-invent the plan.

Nan Qiyun held Han Xian's hand and signaled him not to move, according to his plan, in the next period of time, until Ying Zheng's death, the four of them had to keep an eye on Ying Zheng's every move at any time. The history books do not accurately mark the time of the emperor's death to a minute and a second, which requires them to judge and observe, and once something goes wrong in a certain link, then everything can only start again.

The four of them hid in the darkness, concentrating on the wind and grass around them.

Number One's eyes suddenly fixed on a mountain peak in the distance. Illuminated by the faint moonlight, the mountain peaks reflect a white glow.

A gust of wind swept quickly in the distance, and the sound of piercing the air whistled.

She quickly reached out and grabbed the arrows that were flying at high speed. Nan Qiyun raised his head, and in the air, countless small black dots, carrying a faint cold light, roared. The four of them immediately moved to the hidden area.

The loud noise alarmed a large number of people guarding the palace. In the night, there were sporadic fires, and there was a stirring of people, mixed with a little noise. A large number of men and horses immediately surrounded a defensive line, and the generals led by them entered the palace.

He quickly walked out of the palace and began to direct his soldiers to strengthen the garrison around the perimeter.

A subtle sound came from afar. He suddenly fell to the ground, pressed against the back of his head, oozing a large amount of blood.

Nan Qiyun was shocked. This is a faint sound that can still be heard when firing after the firearm has been silenced.

The other three were all standing beside him, how could anyone else have such a weapon that was thousands of years advanced in this era? He looked through the binoculars in the direction the gunshots were coming from. On the mountain peak in the distance, a dark figure could be faintly seen, and a long barrel of a gun appeared in front of him. He saw the dark shadow stand up and begin to move at a rapid speed in the direction of the palace.

Before the palace, one after another soldiers fell one after another, the scene suddenly became extremely chaotic, several generals led by them died in front of the palace in an instant, the soldiers suddenly fell into a leaderless situation, the people next to them continued to fall for no reason, were fatal by a blow but did not know where the threat came from, which caused great psychological fear to these soldiers, they began to slowly lose control of their psychology, began to scatter and flee.

Several other camps in the vicinity suddenly fell silent at this moment, the torches in the camp no longer emitted light, and the whole camp fell into a dead silence, and everyone inside seemed to fall into a deep sleep all of a sudden, and they were unaware of the outside environment.

Other tracers? Nan Qiyun was amazed and this thought instantly popped into his mind. If this idea is true, then everything that is happening now will inevitably seem too crazy, and the possible consequences of such a move will be irreparable. If the large number of arrows that were secretly shot before were just a reasonable use of the rules of time and space to use the weapons of this era, then the subsequent actions can already be regarded as ignoring and destroying the rules of time and space.

The last soldier fell to the ground. Noticing the huge movement outside the palace, inside the palace, Ying Zheng had already stood up, he saw a large number of corpses of soldiers who fell outside the palace, and his eyes showed great surprise, these are the elite soldiers he selected from the army of the Qin Empire, most of them have experienced a hundred battles, have rich combat experience, in the era of unification for a long time, under the strict control of the imperial court, in addition to the Xiongnu who are far away in the border fortress, it is impossible to have forces and armies that compete with the Qin army, and now, the corpses of countless Qin soldiers are like this, fell in front of his own palace.

The shadow slowed down in front of the palace, and he slowly walked around the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Ying Zheng saw him slowly walking towards him. He gradually saw the appearance of the dark shadow.

"Who?" He suppressed the anger in his heart, for the king of a country, his palace was invaded so completely, the guards were defeated to such an extent, and the other party seemed to be only one person, such a gap was a great shame that he had not encountered in his career for decades.

Ying Zheng looked at him dressed a little strangely, holding a black thing that seemed to be made of iron in his hand, which was not long or short, and there was a faint white smoke from underneath. Just the soldier died under this strange thing? He couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

The shadow didn't answer. Ying Zheng's brows suddenly furrowed, he felt that he had been greatly insulted by such a contemptuous behavior. His hand rested on the saber at his waist.

The black shadow pointed his gun at Yingzheng.