Chapter 223

Luoyang.

It is an ancient and quiet manor surrounded by water. It is built on the outskirts of the country with its back facing the mountains. It has the flavor of ancient architecture of the Qin Dynasty.

From afar.

It seems very quiet and solemn.

So that passers-by, whether they are warriors or members of the imperial group, will not be awed in their hearts.

Somewhere on the estate.

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

These ladies.

They are all modern people.

For the decadent and backward ideas of ancient times, the inferiority of slaves has always been sniffed.

They are the manor.

I'm looking for employees.

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

In their eyes.

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

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

I know his identity.

Even if they are, every day they play up the spirit of 12 points, for fear that where will cause each other displeasure.

Walk to the inner courtyard of the manor.

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

An old man in a grey costume, with a white beard, waved.

"You, go down."

Several maids, with their heads bowed, stepped back.

It's just that.

Approaching the time of going out, several people still couldn't help the palpitation in their hearts. They carefully raised their heads, as if they could take a look at the glory of their life. Then they quickly took a look at the figure standing by the lake in front of them.

Watch the ladies leave.

The old man with white beard, embarrassed, looked at the figure in front of him and said with a smile:

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

The next moment.

A faint voice came from the figure.

"No, it's not the reign of the Qin Dynasty now. People are forbidden to see Longyan. There's no need to have this rule again."

The old man nodded quickly.

Then respectfully stood aside.

Looking at the cold food, the old man with white beard opened his mouth and stopped talking. When he first spoke, he heard a faint word.

"Put it here first!"

The old man with white beard is silent.

No longer speak,

it seems that the whole manor, with this figure, becomes much quieter.

Standing in front of him was only a young man who did not look more than 30 years old.

But the young man's natural imperial temperament.

But even Zhao Hengren and others.

It's a little bit worse.

The young man was dressed in a snow-white robe with straight front. His clothes had an excellent drooping feeling. His waist was tied with a wide belt with moon white and auspicious cloud patterns. On it was only a piece of jade with excellent quality. The shape seemed rough, but it was especially simple and quiet when it was hung on the young man.

The old man with white beard raised his head respectfully and looked at his ancestor, who had been honored as an emperor for thousands of years in history. He could not help admiring him.

Although they won the race.

There are only two ancestors.

There are a lot of people who return to the throne, not like other people.

But it's enough!

The young man is facing a man-made lake, which is not big but exquisite, surrounded by rockeries.

Suddenly, he asked faintly:

"he should be back soon?"

At the same time.

The brush in the young man's hand was just on the Xuan paper in front of him, and he finished six vigorous and powerful characters.

The Qin Dynasty, win the Soviet Union!

"The person who left an emperor for thousands of years in history has disappeared from now on. Now this is the new name of our emperor in this era!"

Listen to the words of young people who are plain and calm.

The old man couldn't help leaning over and looking at the six big characters on the rice paper. When he saw the two words on the final signature, his heart trembled a little.

Hastily back:

"huilaozu, haixiaozu, have reported to the emperor group this morning, this meeting should be back soon."

The old man with white beard, as the king of Ying's family and the head of the clan at that time, was also very clear that the main culprit of the death of the second emperor of Qin Dynasty was Yinghai, the youngest son of his ancestors!

He should have succeeded the prince of Su.

But he was killed by his youngest son Ying Hai, who joined with the treacherous eunuch and passed a false imperial edict to the emperor Fu Su, who should have succeeded Datong. On the contrary, his youngest son Ying Hai ascended the throne.

It shouldn't be.He became the man in charge of the world.

Until the collapse of the Qin Dynasty.

It's time to be prince Fusu of the emperor.

But he was killed by the alliance.

It's been thousands of years.

But even the ancestors, who are honored as the first emperor of all ages, must be angry. Otherwise, how could they change their name to win Su.

Just then.

A young man in a golden costume, with a trace of pride in his eyes, came in from the corridor entrance.

It was Yinghai who came back from huangzu.

Yinghai directly ignored the old man with white beard, respectfully walked to Yingsu in the snow-white robe, slightly bent down and gave a salute.

"Father

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

Yinghai felt a little tremble in his heart, and then pretended that he didn't understand the deep meaning of it, and exclaimed:

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

The old man with white beard sighed in his heart.

This is haixiaozu.

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

Ying Su put down her brush and carried her hands. There was another hint in her voice:

"do you really feel good?"

There is no extra emotion.

But it is full of the majesty of the emperor.

Suddenly.

Yinghai gritted his teeth and said, "yes!"

For a long time.

There was no sound around, only the atmosphere, filled with a trace of silence of cold, and the snow-white straight skirt robe, the sound of blowing in the breeze.

"Then go down."

Wait for this sentence to fall.

Yinghai was deeply relieved. When he walked out of the corridor, he could not help holding his fists tightly. His face was 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 Hai and surpass you, you will understand how stupid your imperial edict was

Yes.

He didn't know.

When he left.

The artificial lake surrounded by the rockery, but suddenly came out a cold voice.

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

The next moment.

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

His face suddenly changed.

But when he saw the words on the rice paper, they changed again and again, his eyes were staring, and his heart was filled with a great shock.

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

"No regrets?"

"No regrets!"

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