I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

Chen Xuan floated up, pointed his head at Ying Zheng's, and looked at Ying Zheng.

"It's just that, boy Zheng, what you have to do now is not to go out in a hurry, but to lie dormant for a while, and just dormant for a while."

"Why do you want to hibernate?" Ying Zheng looked at Chen Xuan with some puzzlement, "Our Great Qin is in full swing, and all the countries are cowardly, and none of them dare to confront our Great Qin.

Even if they are cooperating, they are just having their own ghosts, so there is nothing to be afraid of. "

"Boy Zheng, you have to remember that no matter how powerful you are, you don't want to underestimate your opponent. That will not show your strength, but will make you arrogant."

Chen Xuan appreciates Ying Zheng's increasingly domineering character, but appreciation is one thing, and teaching is another.

"I know, I know. Chen Xuan, you like to lecture me." Ying Zheng nodded helplessly, picked up the bamboo slips that had fallen from his body, and read them again.

Seeing that Yingzheng didn't want to talk to him, Chen Xuan didn't care, so he just lay down, thinking about how this trip to Yongcheng would create momentum for Yingzheng.

……

It was only a day's journey from Xianyang to Yongcheng. Even though there was a guard of honor, there was not much delay on the road, so we arrived at Yongcheng in the evening of the second day.

If it wasn't for Ying Zheng's decree not to allow anyone to disturb his purity, and a hundred or twenty soldiers waiting beside him, he might not be able to survive even in the evening.

The Yongcheng Palace is still vacant, and there are quite a few maidservants and guards inside, but the palace is all vacant, and no one lives in it.

Zongsi is in the palace, but Ying Zheng won't visit him tonight, and Chen Xuan doesn't allow him to.

After all, for the lack of entertainment in the pre-Qin period, the only pastime at night other than applauding was sleeping.

As for reading things like burning lights at night, it is too far away from the people at the bottom.

For Chen Xuan, the campaign must be during the day.

Even on the day when Yingzheng ascended the throne, Chen Xuan forcibly illuminated the sky until dawn, but that was when the people of Xianyang hadn't fallen asleep.

Now that Yingzheng arrived in Yongcheng, it was evening, if the sky was illuminated by daylight, it would be torture after all.

"Chen Xuan, why are you holding me down?"

This is the most curious age. Even though he has become an emperor and has a heart, Ying Zheng is still full of curiosity about what King Qin Zhaoxiang left behind, and he can't wait to get it right away.

"Go again tomorrow, and tomorrow. Don't forget, you still have to give your father a gift!"

Chen Xuan comforted Ying Zheng. After all, although Ying Zheng was only guessing now, he didn't ask and didn't say anything, so Chen Xuan naturally wouldn't admit it.

To admit that Wu An Jun Bai Qi and Qin Zhaoxiang King in that dream were played by Chen Xuan.

Since you can't admit it, you must find another excuse.

Yingzheng probably knew that Chen Xuan would give him another boost tomorrow, and he would use the good fortune left by King Qin Zhaoxiang to build momentum for him, let him shut up everyone's mouths in one fell swoop, and make Ying Zichu become the black emperor. It's justifiable.

Just now, he was just complaining, and he didn't really want to worship the ancestors at night, after all, it was not polite.

Although rituals and music have collapsed in this era, that only refers to the relationship between the countries, and has nothing to do with it.

Even if Chen Xuan didn't follow and suppress Ying Zheng, it was impossible for Ying Zheng to go in the evening.

"I'm asleep, don't forget to wake me up tomorrow."

Ying Zheng lay back, turned over, and fell asleep with his back to Chen Xuan.

It seemed to be Chen Xuan's illusion, he seemed to have heard Ying Zheng mutter something.

"Chen Xuan, sleep well."

When was the last time you heard this sentence?Two years ago, or three years ago?

Chen Xuan doesn't remember much anymore, he only knows that he hasn't heard it for a long time.

Ying Zheng's snoring had already started, not loud, but very normal.

"Zheng boy, sleep in peace."

……

Zongsi is in the palace.

Ever since the capital of Qin was moved to Xianyang, the Zongsi moved to the palace scatteredly.

After all, such a big place is empty even if it is empty, so why don't you give the ancestors a place to live and show some respect.

Except for the original maids and guards in the palace, there are no more officials and nobles in Yongcheng.

Today is not the time to worship the ancestors, it's just that Ying Zheng came over by himself, so there is no need to let people from Yongcheng come over.

After all, they have to be replaced one by one later, so there is not much need to get to know, to show power, to show favor.

Ying Zheng doesn't need it, nor can he.

In the extremely empty place in front of him, there is only one hall that is extremely tall and majestic.

If he didn't know that this was the place where the Zongsi was, I'm afraid Chen Xuan would have regarded this place as the place where Qin State used to go to court.

Sure enough, no matter what time it was, the respect that the descendants of China have for their ancestors has never changed.

Meng Que, Meng Wu, and a group of soldiers just followed Ying Zheng to the stairs of the Grand Hall and stopped. The upper part was no longer a place for them to go up.

Ying Zheng straightened his clothes and stepped up the stairs step by step.

Just like the day he first ascended the throne, a bell rang suddenly.

It seems that countless people are praising, and this praising surrounds the entire palace and the entire Yongcheng.

"...Join the old Qin, go to the national calamity together, swear to the old Qin, restore our country. Blood will not be shed, death will never stop... The world is in turmoil, how can we get peace! Qin has sharp men, who will fight..."

The pawns below seemed to be touched, and unconsciously followed suit, and unconsciously shouted out.

Even though there were only a hundred and twenty soldiers, they shouted the posture of a thousand troops.

Ying Zheng was walking slowly in this posture, and he hadn't walked half of the stairs below.

The ladder was not long, but it was not short either. Yingzheng had probably stepped on a little bit, and had just stepped on a little more than halfway, which was what made the bells all disappear.

There was a sound of drums, accompanied by the sound of handing over weapons.

The praise around him also began to change.

"... Is it called Wuyi? I am in the same robe as my son. Wang Yuxing master, repairing my spear and spear. I am the same enemy! How can I say Wuyi? I am the same as Zi... Wang Yuxing teacher, repairing my armor soldiers. Walking with you... ..."

The soldiers below seemed to be adapting to this kind of praise, waving weapons in their hands and shouting incessantly.