Chapter 223

Luoyang.

A simple and quiet manor, surrounded by water on all sides, built in the suburbs, facing the mountains on the back, with a bit of ancient architectural flavor of the Qin Dynasty.

Far away.

It seems very quiet and solemn.

To make passers-by, whether martial artists or members of the imperial group, not from the heart of awe.

Somewhere on the estate.

Several waitresses with several dishes and drinks in their hands bowed their heads and walked in the corridor respectfully. They looked serious and didn't dare to be careless.

These waitresses.

They are all modern people.

For the decadent and backward thoughts of the ancient times, I always sneer at the respect and inferiority of slaves.

Although they are the manor.

Recruiter.

But usually, they just do the work of carrying tea and water, washing and cooking. They don't think that anyone is superior to them. Even the owners of the manor, though they are respectful, they don't take it seriously.

In their eyes.

He and the manor are just an employment relationship, not a slave.

But since I met the old ancestor of the manor owner.

Know their identity.

Even if they are, every day, they play twelve points of spirit, for fear that they will make each other unhappy.

Go to the inner courtyard of the manor.

Several waitresses, still afraid to look up, respectfully put the food aside.

An old man in an old grey suit with an old face and a white beard waved.

"You, go down."

Several waitresses quickly bowed their heads and backed out.

Just.

When they were about to go out, they couldn't help their heart throbbing. They carefully raised their heads, as if they could see the glory of their life. Then they quickly looked at the figure standing by the lake in front of them.

Watch a couple of waitresses leave.

Bai Xu, who was embarrassed, looked at the figure in front of him and said with a smile:

"ancestor, I will let these attendants leave tomorrow."

The next moment.

A faint voice came from the mouth of the figure.

"No, it's not the Qin Dynasty now. It's forbidden for people to see Longyan. No more."

The old man nodded quickly.

Then he stood aside respectfully.

Looking at the cold food, the old man of white beard opened his mouth. He wanted to talk and stopped. When he was just talking, a word came to his ear.

"Put this first!"

The old man with white beard is silent.

No longer talking,

it seems that the whole manor, with this figure, has become a lot quieter.

In front of him stood only a young man who did not look over thirty.

But the young man had a natural imperial temperament.

But even Zhao Hengren and others.

It's all a little worse.

The young man was dressed in a snow-white straight front robe with an excellent draping feeling. His waist was tied with a wide belt with moon white and auspicious cloud patterns. Only a piece of jade with excellent quality was hung on it. The shape seemed rough, but it hung on the young man. It was very simple and quiet.

Bai Xu looked up respectfully and looked at his ancestral clan, who had left the title of one emperor for thousands of years in history. There was not a trace of worship in his heart.

Although they win in Luoyang.

There are only two old ancestors.

Unlike other imperial families, there are many Regal figures.

But that's enough!

The youth is facing a small, but very delicate, artificial lake surrounded by rockeries.

Suddenly, he asked lightly:

"he should be back soon, right?"

At the same time.

The brush in the young man's hand happened to be on the Xuan paper of the book case in front of him, and he wrote six vigorous and powerful big characters.

Qin Dynasty, win the Soviet Union!

"The man who left the emperor in history has disappeared since now. Now this is the new name of the emperor in this era!"

Listen to the words of the youth, who are plain and steady.

White beard old man could not help but turn over his body and look at the six big characters on the rice paper. When he saw the two characters on the final signature, he suddenly felt a little shiver in his heart.

Hurriedly replied:

"back to the old ancestor, Hai Xiaozu, this morning has been reported to the huangzu group, which should be back soon."

As the king of Yingshi, the elder Bai Xu is also very clear that the youngest son of the old ancestor, Yinghai, was the culprit of the Qin Dynasty's death!

He should have succeeded the prince of the Soviet Union.

However, Yinghai, the youngest son, joined forces with the treacherous eunuch and passed on the imperial edict falsely, which killed the prince Fu Su, who was supposed to succeed Datong. On the contrary, Yinghai, the youngest son, ascended the throne.

It shouldn't be.

He became the man in charge of the world.

Until the collapse of the Qin Dynasty.

The Fusu prince who should be the emperor.

But was killed by the union.

For thousands of years.

But even the ancestor with the title of "one emperor for thousands of years" in front of him must have anger in his heart. Otherwise, how could the ancestor change his name to win the Soviet Union.

Just then.

A young man in a golden old suit with a little pride in his eyes walked in from the corridor entrance.

It's Yinghai who came back from huangzu.

Yinghai directly ignored the old man of white beard, walked respectfully to Yingsu, who was wearing a white robe, and slightly bent down to salute him.

"Father!"

When I saw the words "win Su" written on the rice paper.

Yinghai's heart trembled a little, and he did not move at once. He pretended not to understand the deep meaning of his praise and said:

"even after thousands of years, his father's calligraphy is still so good."

Bai Xu's old man sighed in the heart of an audience.

This is Hai Xiaozu.

Though he ascended the throne by vicious means, his mind was extraordinary.

Yingsu put down her brush and carried her hands on her back. There was another hint in her tone. She said lightly:

"do you really feel good?"

There is no superfluous feeling.

But it shows the majesty of the emperor.

Suddenly.

Yinghai bite path:

"yes!"

For a long time.

There was no sound around, only the atmosphere, filled with a quiet cold, and the white straight front robe, in the breeze blowing sound.

"Then go down."

Wait for this sentence to fall.

Yinghai can't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief. When he exits and reaches the corridor, he tightly holds his fists and looks even colder.

"Father, the Qin Dynasty has been dead for thousands of years. Are you still blaming me! Well, in that case, when I win over you, you will understand how stupid your imperial edict was! "

However.

He didn't know.

When he left.

The artificial lake surrounded by the rockery was suddenly filled with a murmur.

"Hai'er, since you still don't admit your mistake..."

The next moment.

When white beard old man saw six big characters on rice paper disappear on rice paper.

His face suddenly changed.

However, when he saw the words on the rice paper, his eyes were staring at each other and his heart rose with a great horror.

"Sir, thousands of years ago, you were right. The emperor was wrong. Please revive the Soviet Union with the life of Yinghai!"

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"