Ying Hehua tilted his head.

The most noble princess of Great Qin, the favorite daughter of the First Emperor, she had heard such words, in the Great Qin years two thousand years ago.

At that time, she lived a life of stars and moons, countless people flattered her every day, and the words to please her were endless, and what she heard the most every day was that you were a noble princess, you were Your Majesty's favorite daughter, you were a golden and precious person sitting on the four seas, and you could have whatever you wanted.

But this came to an abrupt end when she was not yet fifteen years old, when her father died violently, her home was gone, her country was gone, and she became a lonely ghost who did not remember who she was, trapped in the wilderness, looking at the colorless night sky all day long.

The last time she heard such words was on a starry night, the man carved her tombstone little by little, calling her name in a hoarse and low voice, so she finally knew who she was, why she knew where her resentment came from, and she knew where her bitter hatred came from, she found her name and surname, and then pieced together her body in the long years of two thousand years, and became a "human" again by chance, giving another self in parallel time and space the ability to predict everything in advance, Let her change the established ending, and she will go to find her father and Daqin.

Father is not easy to find.

Father is a person who has really died for 2,000 years, everything about him and the empire he created has been buried deep in history, she went to the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum every night, but she only collected a little bit of breath about him, this little breath is not enough to piece together her father, she and her father are still thousands of miles apart.

Maybe what is dead is dead, no matter how deep the obsession is, it is just a vain.

Father is dead, Daqin is dead, she, a "person" who can't distinguish colors, smell flowers, or eat anything, should also sleep in the long river of history with the passage of time, instead of consuming herself until she runs out of oil for an ethereal obsession.

She understands the truth, and Zhang Han and Meng Yi have persuaded her countless times, but understanding is what she understands, but action is another matter.

She is already dead, and now she is not human at all, she lives by this delusion, and the value of her existence is to find her father and Daqin, and there is no meaning beyond that.

"Father?"

Ying Hehua spoke slowly, "You took me to my father?"

She hadn't called it for two thousand years, and the familiarity of the strangeness made her voice even hoarse, "No, that's yours, that's not mine."

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"You'll find it."

"But before you find him, you can be kind to yourself and go and meet another father."

"I am you, you are me." "My Father is your Father." "Since it's your father, why don't you see it when you can see it?"

Ying Hehua quietly looked at the girl in front of her.

——Thirteen or fourteen-year-old self, he is really sharp and clear-minded.

She knew what she cared about most, and she knew how to speak to make her more tempted, but it wasn't her father, and there was no point in their meeting.

"Come with me."

The hand was handed to her, and the crisp juvenile voice had demagogic power, "I'll take you to him."

"Go and wear beautiful clothes, go to see the flowers, and eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas." "Take a look—your Great Qin."

Father? Daqin?

These two words are familiar and unfamiliar, Ying Hehua looked at himself in front of him, and slowly shook his head, "No, that's not mine-"

However, before she could speak, the hand had reached out to her, and it would have passed through the phantom she was barely holding up, causing her to dissolve for a moment, but this time it was not, and the hand grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bright place in front of her.

"It's yours!"

The girl's voice was cheerful and crisp, "I said it was yours, and that's yours!" Ying Hehua, let's go back to Daqin to find Father together!"

The light turned hazy white, and then, like a morning star, pierced through the clouds, the blurred vision began to become clear, the golden crow jumped into the clouds, the light shone on the earth, and the dark corner finally ushered in the first rays of light.

Ying Hehua slowly opened his eyes.

The entrance is a white roof, and the star and moon lamps customized according to the stars and moon have been turned off, and the light gold and the bright moon color are blended together, and they are quietly hung on the roof.

Under the roof, is a gentle beige pink wall cloth, this color is not public, there is no raised pattern on it to show the cumbersome, only when the sunlight refracts in, there is a shallow golden light, which is the gold thread hidden in the intertwined beautiful luster, elegant and chic.

The line of sight continues to move down, the elegant white door cover, the door of the same color, the cloakroom is separated by light gold glass, through the glass you can see the various colors of clothes inside, Qin and Han style, Wei and Jin style, and Ming horses

Face skirt and Lolita skirt, shoes, boots and bags on the opposite side of the dress, everywhere is delicate and cute.

Ying Hehua's eyelids lifted.

Dark incense floats around. She sniffed the flowers, looked sideways, and there was a bouquet of lilies on the table, white petals spitting stamens, blooming silently in the silent room.

Ying Hehua was stunned for a moment.

"Little girl." She heard a knock on the door, "It's time to get up."

The owner of the voice is Zhang Han.

The man knocked lightly on her door, because he was not sure whether she had woken up at this time, and he knocked a few times and then withdrew, as if he wanted to wake her up, but he was afraid of disturbing her.

Ying Hehua came back to his senses, "Okay, wait for me for ten minutes."

As soon as the words came out, she was slightly stunned, her voice was no longer hoarse as before, but the unique clarity of this age, and when she spoke, she was no longer like a blade pulling her throat, but could easily say it.

It's not her voice. But it was her voice again, it was her voice of thirteen or fourteen years old, clear and pleasant, like a lark.

Ying Hehua's eyelids jumped.

After a few moments, she pulled her hand out of the futon and spread her fingers out and placed it in front of her eyes.

It was a pair of very beautiful hands, no traces of scars, no horror after breaking, delicate skin, ten fingers slender, a pair of typical hands that do not stick to the spring water.

She stared blankly at the hands, and subconsciously pinched her arms with her hands.

The touch is smooth or warm, like a tender egg peeled from the shell, it feels good to the touch, and when the fingers are pinched on the arm, it hurts slightly.

Ying Hehua was stunned.

In the long years of more than 2,000 years, pain is the most touch she can touch, the pain of eroding bones, the pain of piercing the heart, the pain of cutting flesh with a blunt knife, all kinds of pain she experienced, at first screaming and roaring, and finally numbness and trembling, unable to cry.

- Because crying hurts, and so does your throat.

But like the slight pain now, but she had never experienced it, she was in a trance, her fingers pinched her flesh again, the movement was very slight, the pain was also very slight, and the place where she pinched was slightly red, as if to silently remind her that this was human skin, not the dead human skin she borrowed.

Ying Hehua was stunned for a moment.

But soon, she reacted, and she lifted the futon on her body, jumped off the bed, and ran to the bathroom. The floor in early autumn was a little cool, and she stepped on it

There was a slight ice on the ground, and a touch that had not appeared for two thousand years suddenly appeared, and she paused slightly, and almost fell to the marble floor.

"Click-"

She leaned on her chair, steady.

The things under her feet were indeed cold, and she sat slowly on the floor with her chair in her hand, her fingers touching the floor little by little.

The floor is cold. Not only is it cold, but it is also very slippery, she vaguely heard Zhang Han say that this is a marble tile surface.

It's such an amazing feeling, she can touch something cold!

Ying Hehua's eyes widened, looking at his hands, and then at the ground that almost reflected his appearance.

The ten fingers are as slender as jade, without any scars and traces of post-fracture splicing.

And the figure reflected on the floor is the face of a little girl of thirteen or fourteen, although it is not very clear, but it makes her sure that this face is her face, her original face, a face that has not been ruined or burned.

Ying Hehua slowly raised his hand and stroked his face. The touch is smooth and delicate, slightly hot, and the bones under the skin and flesh are intact, without the slightest trace of repair.

Ying Hehua's pupils dilated slightly. - This is indeed her face, and she is affected by the face of her parents.

"Little girl?"

There was another knock at the door, and after a long time of receiving her reply, the man's movements were obviously heavier than just now, "Are you alright?"

"Bang-"

The door was slammed open.

Zhang Han barged in, "Little girl—"

The man's voice stopped abruptly.

He saw the little girl kneeling on the floor, the clothes on her body had not been changed, it was still the pajamas he bought for her, the pink/tender/tender nightdress would cover the girl's knees, and the slender calves were pressed against the floor, he immediately looked away, but he caught a glimpse of the girl's hands caressing his face, and her face was a little confused and incredulous.

Zhang Han's gaze paused slightly.

The girl's hand roamed over her face.

Mouth, nose, eyes, eyebrows, she gently stroked her facial features, her movements were very light, as if she was afraid that her sweet dreams would be shattered, and stroked her face like a feather.

"Zhang Han."

The girl called his name, "This is my own face."

"My own."

She murmured softly, as if in the clouds.

> Zhanghan's eyelids jumped fiercely.

"Well, your face is beautiful."

Zhang Han's voice softened.

Zhang Han strode forward, took off his coat and wrapped it around the girl, and helped her up from the ground by the shoulders, "The ground is cold, get up quickly."

The girl stood up with his movements, her face was still confused, as if she had strayed into the world elf, and she had a dull understanding of the things around her, Zhang Han lowered her eyes and smiled, helped the person to sit on the bed, and went to the bathroom to get a mirror.

"You're beautiful."

Zhang Han put the mirror in front of the girl.

Ying Hehua stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

This is an extremely familiar but extremely unfamiliar face, a face that she will never forget but will never forget.

is familiar because when she began to remember, she was such a face, a childish little face, beautiful phoenix eyes, anyone who saw her, would really praise a beautiful little princess.

The strangeness is because in the long more than 2,000 years, this face is fragmented, so that she does not dare to carefully identify it, she is such a beautiful person, she can't accept her own face, so when she found that there was a corpse in the valley, she did not hesitate to borrow this body, and became a lonely and helpless classmate He, and then Professor He, a genius in the archaeological field, enjoying national allowances.

She looked at Professor He's face day by day, this face slowly merged with her original face, the more time passed, the more like her, it would rot, it would be broken, there would be terrible traces of repair, she could only hold on to her spirit and continue to sew and mend, so that this face looked no different from ordinary people, and then in the middle of the night when no one knew about it, it would decompose again into a cold corpse that had long since died.

Ying Hehua quietly looked at the face in the mirror and tilted her head.

She tilted her head, and the people inside also tilted their heads, and her movements were not stiff, they were very smooth and natural, without the stiff clicking sound of the joints. She rolled her eyes, and the people inside blinked, and their eyes were not hollow, but beautiful phoenix eyes looking forward to Shenfei, and their curly eyelashes were black and dense.

Ying Hehua was silent. In a trance, she somewhat understood what the other girl had said to her—

"Come with me."

"I'll take you to Father." "Take you to wear beautiful clothes, see beautiful flowers, and eat mountains and seas

Taste. ”

The girl did it. She lent her body to her, allowing her to truly walk through this bizarre world as a human being.

Ying Hehua laughed softly.

"Zhang Han, where are you going to take me today?" Ying Hehua raised his head and asked Zhang Han.

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Zhang Han looked into her eyes.

Ying Hehua thought for a while, "I don't know."

Too many places you want to visit? So don't know? Zhang Han laughed, That's it, I'll arrange it.

"You wash and change your clothes first, I'll wait for you outside."

The weather after autumn is a little cool, Zhang Han wrapped the coat wrapped around the girl's shoulders, Wait for you to change your clothes, I will take you out to play. Ying Hehua bowed his head, good. Zhang Han turned around and walked out of the house and closed the door casually.

Ying Hehua got up from the bed, stepped on the floor barefoot, and went to the bathroom to wash.

She turned on the faucet, changed the cold water for a while, changed the hot water for a while, and in the alternation of hot and cold, she brushed her teeth and washed, like a child who loves to play with water.

After a while, she finally finished washing up and went to the cloakroom next door to look for clothes.

The clothes were all bought by Zhang Han, probably because of his profession, he was very good at choosing clothes, and beautiful clothes were hung in the cloakroom, which made people overwhelmed.

She flicked her fingers over her clothes and chose a Qin-made Hanfu among the colorful clothes.

After more than 2,000 years, she finally put on the clothes made of Qin again, the clothes are not cumbersome, but her movements are a little clumsy, she changed her clothes lightly, and then scattered her hair on her shoulders, as a princess, she is not diligent in her limbs, she will not pull her hair, and she will not put on red makeup, she looked at herself in the mirror for a while, found a leather band and tied it loosely at the end of her hair, and lightly touched a little red on her lips.

After doing all this, she opened the door and let Zhang Han in.

"Uh, this is the makeup that was popular in your time?" Zhang Hanqu chuckled and looked Ying Hehua up and down.

Ying Hehua shook her head, "I don't know how to wear makeup."

It's okay, I'll draw it for you. Zhang Han couldn't help but laugh and pushed her to the cloakroom by the shoulder.

At the same time as buying Hanfu, he also bought a hair bag and various hairpin jewelry, which is very convenient to use to make hairstyles, and girls have a lot of hair, and they can make beautiful shapes without special care.

"I'm not very familiar with the ancient style, so let's make one for you according to the shape in the TV series."

Zhang Han opened the drawer and took out two hair bags.

Ying Hehua nodded, Okay.

Qin Hanfeng's hairstyle is actually very easy to make, the hair bags are ready-made, Zhang Han pads the hair bag at the root of the hair, combs the long hair against the hair bag, and then combs the finished hair

The bag is stuck on it, and the simple hairstyle is ready.

Zhang Han stuck his fingers on the hair bag and looked at Ying Hehua in the mirror, "Do you like this look?"

In the mirror is an extremely delicate face, with the simple and atmospheric Qin style, it looks more and more elegant and Qinghua, like an ancient lady who came out of a painting.

Ying Hehua nodded slowly, "I like it."

Really like it.

After many years, she can still wear Qin-made Hanfu, do Qin-made hairstyles, and be a complete Qin person in this foreign country.

It was something she couldn't have imagined in her midnight dreams.

"If you like it, it's fine."

Zhang Han smiled.

Zhang Han selected a few hairpins from the drawer and inserted them in Hehua's hair, and chose a pair of ear clips, buckled them on the girl's earlobes, and all the clothes and jewelry were done, he took out a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet and leaned over to put them on for the girl.

Pretty.

After putting on his shoes, Zhang Han stood up and let's go.

Ying Hehua got up from her seat and followed Zhang Han out.

The sky is blue, the air is fresh after the rain, the breeze blows by, sending the fragrance of flowers in the flower garden, Ying Hehua sniffs the fragrance of flowers, and the corners of his mouth are curled up little by little.

She has lived for too long, but it is the first time that she has truly bathed in the sun as a human being.

The green meadows, the colorful flowers, the sun lazily hiding in the clouds, and the Chinese suit that Zhang Han specially changed into with her, everything was so novel and beautiful, so beautiful that she didn't dare to blink.

Ying Hehua sat in the co-pilot.

Zhang Han leaned over and fastened her seat belt, Today's clothes are not suitable for the playground, take you to the Mausoleum of Emperor Qin. Let's start with it, you're a human being at this moment, and you can't disappear at every turn.

Good.

Ying Hehua nodded.

Zhang Han stepped on the accelerator and the car drove out of the maze.

"I have handed over the restoration and maintenance methods of the terracotta warriors and horses to □□."

Zhang Han talked to Ying Hehua while driving, "After they repair a terracotta army, they will announce the news to the public, your original identity is dead, and it is a bit troublesome to sign it again."

It's not a big problem though, I'll make your name appear with the terracotta. There was a red light in front, Zhang Han lightly braked, and the car stopped smoothly.

The man looked sideways at the girl, "What shall I call you in the future?"

Ying Hehua was confused for a moment.

She never thought about this question, the previous corpse was surnamed He, so she also had the surname He, but what about after that?

She needs to live with a new identity, a new name, not Ying Hehua, not Professor He, but a new self.

"Don't rush, think slowly." Sensing Ying Hehua's confusion, Zhang Han smiled and reached out to rub the girl's hair.

The action has nothing to do with Fengyue, just a simple appeasing action, Ying Hehua was stunned, and suddenly remembered her father, who also likes this action, likes to rub her hair, and coaxes her to talk to her like a child, even if she was already slim at that time, and she reached the age when she should say kiss.

Call me Xiao Qin. The girl's eyes slowly returned to clarity, Qin Hehua.

Zhang Han raised his eyebrows, Xiao Qin?

Qin Shi Huang... Xiao Qin? Very good.

Zhang Han laughed and stretched out his hand to the girl, Hello, classmate Xiao Qin, my name is Zhang Han.

Hello, Zhang Han.

Qin Hehua shook Zhang Han's hand back.

Yin Han couldn't help but laugh

The Qinhuang Mausoleum is on the outskirts of Xi'an, and the two set off in the morning and arrived at the Qinhuang Mausoleum tourist area at noon. The car was parked in the parking lot, Zhang Han took two bottles of mineral water from the trunk, stretched out his hand and handed it to Qin Hehua, It's time to drink water.

"Oh."

Qin Hehua took the water and put it in his mouth.

With the mineral water in her stomach, she realized that this body was different from the original body.

The original body sore throat is the norm, it is the sequelae of repair, but this body is not, the sore throat of this body is because of thirst, it is time to drink water, after drinking water, the throat is no longer dry and painful.

It's really amazing.

"Let's eat first, and then go to the scenic spot to play after eating." Zhang Han led Qin Hehua to a special restaurant.

As the most eye-catching miracle in the land of China, there is an endless stream of tourists who come to visit the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, and there are countless young ladies who wear Hanfu to do styling, Qin Hehua's Qin-made clothes and hairstyles have not attracted too much attention, but a few young ladies see that her style is really good-looking, and they chatter in front of her and ask her which Hanfu store she is doing the styling.

"Him."

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The young lady was in awe, 6 Ah, handsome man. Does the handsome guy take the order? The price is negotiable.

"I get it casually, I don't take orders, I only make it for my sister." Zhang Han couldn't cry or laugh.

The young ladies wailed away.

The waiter delivers the meal.

Zhang Han got up and served a bowl of soup to Qin Hehua, Next time you meet Miss Sheniu, you can make a friend. "You can hang out with your friends when I'm not around, and you don't have to wait for me in the yard all the time."

Saying this as if she could control this body forever, Qin Hehua wrinkled his eyebrows, No. "I won't be around long, I don't have to make friends."

"Who says you can't stay long?"

Zhang Han put the soup bowl in front of the girl, stretched out his hand and knocked the girl's forehead, Xiao Qin, you have to have confidence in yourself, and you have confidence in me and Meng Yi Wang Li, you will stay here for a long time and live the same life as us.

Qin Hehua looked up suspiciously.

Zhang Han handed the spoon to the girl, "Eat first, and I'll tell you after eating." Qin Hehua took the spoon, but he didn't go to serve the soup, and looked at Zhang Han with two dark eyes.

It's not empty eyes, but watery eyes with some sluggish confusion, she hasn't been a human being for too long, so even the movements of being a human are a little rusty, slow and ignorant, like a robot that has just left the factory.

Zhang Han looked at those eyes, and his brows couldn't help moving. - Meng Yi's proposal is not virtuous, but it is very suitable, she is indeed like a robot.

I'm scared of you.

Zhang Han chuckled and sighed, Okay, I'll tell you now.

"Wang Li's mother has a technology company under her hands, which specializes in robots, and is a top company in China and even in the world."

Hehua's eyes moved.

She heard Wang Li say about this, technology companies did not find the right direction in the early days, burned a lot of money, only a little idea in the past two years, broke through a lot of technical difficulties, and now many banks and hotel robots are provided by them, from the earliest generation of simple questions and answers and design walking routes, to the current gradually close to the real form, they really do Al intelligence.

If you can't find the right body for you, we recommend that you consider robots.

Zhang Han's voice paused, his eyes stayed on the girl, and the words he said were quite a hell joke, &#

34; Robots don't rot and don't leave you uncontrollable.

"Oh, I'll think about it."

Hehua sighed, not very interested.

She still wants to be a human being, even if it's for a day. Wear beautiful clothes, look at the flowers, eat good food, and then go to see your father.

Thinking of her father, Qin Hehua's eyebrows softened for a moment, she picked up the soup that Zhang Han gave her, and slowly sent it to her mouth.

Entrance to the soup. The watch on his wrist lit up suddenly, followed by a burning skin.

Qin Hehua frowned and looked at his watch strangely.

Zhang Han's eyelids jumped fiercely. - His watch is also spinning wildly.

At the same time, a colleague's crazy voice came from the earphones, what's going on? The instrument is broken?!

"Wait a minute, I'll check." Zhang Han took the girl's arm and looked at her watch at night.

It's not that it's broken, but that the energy here is beyond the limit that the instrument can bear, so an early warning will be issued, so that the monitoring machines in the background will follow the crazy alarm.

Do you feel anything wrong? Zhang Han frowned and asked the girl.

Qin Hehua's eyes were a little confused.

Under the weather?

No, not uncomfortable, but a very strange feeling, an inexplicable longing, urging her to hurry over.

Qin Hehua pressed his chest.

Through the flesh, she could feel her heart beating strongly, but she heard not only the sound of one heart beating, but another, very faint, baby-like like sound, and followed her heart beating again and again.