"Knowing that the bird can peek into the road of the past, and it can also prognosis the future, even if there is Zhao Gao by the side of the king, Li Sihuan is fed on the side, but the demon star, in the end, it is you, the queen mother."

Zhang Xueyu's body was like a crane, sitting loosely on the ground.

He was holding wooden chopsticks on his head, wearing an ordinary coarse linen suit, and the bird in the birdcage next to him saw the fox demon coming, and kept jumping in place.

The white peach is still in front of the door.

I just raised a paw leg and was about to step in.

Zhang Xueyu raised his eyes to look at her, his expression was empty, as if he was sitting on the strange edge of the wild clouds.

Bai Tao was carrying a box of insects, and when he saw that this place was like a mountain cave, there was not even a wooden plank, so he put it next to the wall.

The tails of her eyes were pulled apart, and she smiled for no reason, "What demon star? At the beginning, when the king and the queen worshiped the temple, but the wind was fierce, and the ancestors and the ancestors appeared together, and the torrential rain poured down on the same day, and the heavy snow covered the mountains in a few days, and the rivers and canals were opened in the coming year, and the warehouses in Guanzhong were rich, and the six countries were swallowed in an instant."

Zhang Xueyu smiled.

"This queen and the monarch have known each other in Zhao since childhood, and now they have been together for more than 20 years. The king said, how fortunate I am, and said that the queen is his auspicious."

He looked at her calmly: "You are a spiritual creature created by heaven and earth, your Taoism is profound, what is the fortune of Great Qin, you should have an experience in it."

Bai Tao looked at the bird inside and twisted her neck to look at her curiously, and said, "It's too stuffy in the palace, are you still used to staying outside?"

Zhang Daxue replied to her: "It's more lively outside the palace, no wonder the queen likes to run outside the palace often."

"You came out in a grand manner, and I am not afraid that any Taoist priest will take you away." Bai Tao's delicate eyebrows frowned, as if thinking, "Yes, Zhang Xueyu, your name is much more pleasing to the ears than the name of the colorful bird in the mortal world."

"With Niangniang here, what other Taoist priest who is not long-eyed dares to break into Xianyang."

He said, "Yun Mengze's big dream of snooze was basically a disaster of captivity."

"I didn't see you go back."

"Wouldn't it be better to tell the world the story of an empire?"

"It's a new word, what is an empire."

"Mighty rule, vast territory, slaughter and expansion, creating a civilization that has been handed down for generations, and, emperors through the ages."

Zhang Xue's tongue and eyes were raised, and the light bursting into the wooden fence cut his pupils, "Niangniang, I won't charge you money this time, do you want to hear it?"

White Peach stared at him, "Why?"

"Niangniang wants to ask why, Zhilai Bird just tells stories, Niangniang has to ask the sky, this is the destiny of heaven."

「..... What if I leave now."

"Niangniang, there is nothing wrong with you entering the WTO to help Lord Ming, Zhao Gao and Li Si are all assisting Lord Ming, if you want to say why, this is all destined by God." Zhang Xueyu said leisurely, "Heaven is constant, not for Yaocun, not for ruin."

It's all, the number of days-

The daylight sloping to the hut was twilight, compatible and condensed, with dark red and blue undertones turning into red smoke and spreading along the ridge.

There was no one in the house for a long time, and the fox demon and the bird spirit were gone.

Leaving behind the gray robe of the crane, the bird's sharp feet clinged to the ridge of the roof, and then flapped its wings, and in the dusk, its feathers folded into brilliant waves.

This leap over the ridge.

The Qianshou in Xianyang City is still crowded, noisy, pushing, running around for a living, right and wrong, chattering and disturbing, everything is carried out in an orderly manner under the rule of Great Qin.

The thin orange sun was rising, and the endless sky was reflected in golden red, and the chaos was bright and bright.

The bird dragged out a shuttle silhouette and landed on the palace to comb its feathers.

The years have passed exceptionally fast.

Revolutionizing operations.

Red and blazing, the official offices of the Qin State were placed here to listen to the thoughts of the First Emperor, the emperor was like a galloping giant, and the officials had to struggle

Follow in the footsteps of the Great Qin Chief.

Over the years.

Qin Shi Huang bowed down to government affairs every day and never stopped for a day.

He has completed four great parades, swore his power to the four lakes and seas, mountains and rivers, further solidified the centralized power, and secretly sent troops to clean up and suppress the restoration forces, during which he suffered countless hardships and assassinations, but the first emperor was proud of everything.

Remove all obstacles and carry on his great work.

Construct the Chi Road, dig the Ling Canal, conquer the Baiyue in the south, attack the Xiongnu in the north, and build the Great Wall to defend against the fortress... Mountains and mountains have been uprooted, rivers and mountains have been reorganized, and he has almost filled up the thick ink in history.

But it can finally return to the body of a mortal.

Working day and night, continuous supper, Ying Zheng's body collapsed, day by day, even the imperial doctor was helpless, and he could only watch his more and more pale and sickly face.

With the emperor's arbitrary temperament, they were incapable of even dissuading.

"Go down."

Ying Zheng waved his hand and ordered them to stand down.

Then he looked at the hanging sheepskin map, the vast and complex Lingnan, the roots of various ethnic groups, the complex and uncivilized primitive system, and the Yue tribes.

There is no concept of home and country, and it is easy to attack.

The restoration of the Six Kingdoms is endless, and the foundation of Great Qin is still crumbling.

Once something happens in the Central Plains.

Lingnan, where 500,000 Qin troops were stationed, and the three counties of Nanhai, Guilin, and Xiangjun, which had just been established, had not yet been firmly ruled, and the Baiyue that the Qin army had tragically conquered had not yet integrated with the Central Plains civilization, so I am afraid that it would be in vain.

Ying Zheng's sharp eyes narrowed slightly.

"Summoning Zhao Tuo."

The government office below received the order to be busy as usual.

A seemingly ordinary evening.

Ying Zheng and Zhao Tuo, who was dark and thin, except for Zhao Tuo, who was no different from the Yue people with broken hair and tattoos, talked all night, and this emperor continued to preserve the territory of China in an incredible way with astonishing foresight.

A few years later, wolf smoke was everywhere, and the Central Plains was in danger.

Zhao Tuo resolutely cut off the passage with the Central Plains, and spent half his life in Lingnan to continue to spread the civilization of the Central Plains, carefully sowing its seeds into towering trees.

"Zhao Tuo is dead and alive, and he doesn't dare to betray his ancestors!"

Zhao Tuo led the secret order in the second half of the night.

Ying Zheng was half-lying in the huge dormitory, his hands and feet were cold, lying on the couch coughing and high temperature, and he could vaguely see the night in the chaos.

There was a blaze in the sky.

"Someone!"

The eunuch came in from outside with a pale face, "Your Majesty, it's not good, the Changle Hall is out of water!"

"Oh no, the hall is gone!"

"Come and save the water, hurry!"

"Go to the well and fetch water, you're still.... What are you doing in a daze?"

"How can there be such a big water?"

The palace maids and eunuchs were busy as a mass of ants, carrying buckets and basins back and forth, but how could a drop in the bucket be able to save the surging fire, only to see the fire greedily licking the beams of the beams.

"Let's go to the water, hurry up!"

In a few breaths, the carved balustrade pavilion that showed the royal value was swallowed, and even if the gods were scorched, there was no escape.

The palace maid's face was scorched, and she held the brazier and muttered, "Aunt Rui? Where's Aunt Rui?"

The other palace maid panicked, "The slave maid seems to have just seen a figure entering, and that figure seems to be Aunt Rui!"

Aunt Rui rushed into the Changle Palace.

She looked forward to the deceased in the burning ring, and grabbed Bawang in the rubble.

Decades have passed, and the little girl in the past has already lost her temples, and her red decay has decreased, and she should have been out of the palace to marry and have children at her age.

What's the point of dying in the palace, Xiao Ruier doesn't have a master to serve.

What about her master?

The flames rushed into her nose, the tears in Rui'er's eyes burst out, and the broken wood could roll and fall from her side, the scorching temperature

She only felt that her skin was going to be turned up.

"Where's the slave's master?!"

Rui'er asked loudly, her voice hoarse and mocking. The embers were still dancing wildly, and she looked straight at the cushion of flowers and plants that no one had ever sat on, and next to it were the flaming balls of vines and vines.

Someone is sitting here and sees her coming....

What will happen?

Scattered fragments flashed in her mind, but Rui'er couldn't think of it anymore, and the roast chicken that was often put on the table to get cold, the frequent sigh of Chef Gu, and the busy Wei Di gardener.

She Xiao Ruier is staying in this deserted palace, guarding everything here for what.

Xiao Rui'er laughed and fell to her knees.

The hot ground was a warm jade that burned black, and her sight was empty and endless.

"Crackle—"

The fiery serpent is still winding around unbridled.

Before Xiao Rui'er lost consciousness, there was a figure walking towards here in the firelight, that person was not tall, wearing a hat, a white cloth wrapped in his chin, the hat was still dripping with water, and a few strands of long hair were also wet with water, sticking to the thin collarbone.

He folded his hands and looked down at Rui'er's sloppy eyes.

Rui'er was lost in his pupils, their hearts dark and crimson, covered with layers of mist, "Who are?"

After asking, she completely lost consciousness.

Ying Zheng outside the hall pursed his lips.

He stood outside the Changle Palace, in the gloomy firelight.

Xiao Huhai ran over in a panic and stood behind his father, the boy saw the collapse in front of him, and felt that something was missing from his body, the pain of being gnawed by ten thousand ants, "Why, why did it catch fire."

Although he is only ten years old, he still has a baby-like fleshy face, but he has begun to show his sharp and angular clearness, except that he does not have the maturity and domineering of his father.

Standing behind the tall emperor, Hu Hai was almost a small doll, "Where is Aunt Rui?"

Yingzheng has left like a shadow.

Hu Hai was infected with a chill between his eyebrows, and asked loudly, "Where is Aunt Rui!"

In the past few years, this Aunt Rui, who guards the Changle Palace, has a rare warmth for him, which is for no reason, and the care of the elders of the ordinary Qianshou is like the flowers that she carefully cultivates in the Changle Palace.

The palace maid said, "Your Highness, it's still there, the slaves and maids are looking for it."

"Look! I can't find all of them!"

"No! No!"

The Changle Hall is still collapsing, the firelight rushes into the sky, almost gorgeous, and desolate, Hu Hai is blank, he walks one step, two steps, three steps at the door of the hall, and he doesn't have to bend his knees, just remember what kind of steps to take.

He should come here often.

How so?

The palace only said that he was His Majesty's child, and the ministers never deceived him on the surface, but they never knew his mother.

What about his mother, and who is his mother?