Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The moment he stepped out of the Qin Palace, Ying Zheng covered his burning stomach, walked a few steps and sat down on the soft cushion behind the desk. The dark hem was loose and slender legs were exposed on the inside. The upper body of the woman was lying in front of the desk. He folded his arms and buried his head in the soft arms, hiding the slightly painful expression on his cheeks.

"Are you all right, you won't get cold after drinking, can you drink some hot water?"

The expression has been weird since just now, and the smell of alcohol was taken out of the tank, and it smelled intoxicating.

Yan Ce quietly lifted the blue silk from the woman's forehead and covered her forehead with her left hand, which was warm and had a great feel to her skin, while her right hand covered her forehead.

"It's a little hot, it should be a low-grade fever, do you want to rest?"

She said indifferently in a cold and penetrating tone: "You must be happy to let the widow cut you with his own hands, take it down."

Yan Ce was simply concerned, and had no other complicated thoughts, but this concern made Ying Zheng a little uncomfortable.

He withdrew his hand and asked softly, "Do I need to call a doctor?"

"You can't remember anything the widow said to you."

She sighed and said, "Now, take down all the books on the top shelf of the bookshelf on the left."

"Oh."

The bookshelves were full of books, and the beginning of each volume was marked with its own mark. Yan Ce raised his hand and took down the heavy bamboo slips on the upper layer and put them on the desk beside her.

"and then?"

Listening to the busy voice of the young man, she said, "Remember to memorize it tomorrow."

"Wait! What am I doing with this thing!"

"punish."

Yan Ce asked helplessly, "What did I do wrong?"

"..."

The woman raised her eyes and stared at the young man with sincere eyes. After being silent for a while, she didn't turn her head to look at the broken shadow of the setting sun outside the window, and smiled lightly: "Ten times of fines."

"Why……"

Yan Ce's footsteps were stagnant, and the whole person was not well from top to bottom. How could he have to endorse and copy books in this era.

"Because the widow wants you to copy."

Ying Zheng's voice was so flat that she couldn't hear any superfluous emotion, as if she was saying something that should be said.

So why?Don't even give a reason, it's too much, I can't raise this favorability at all!

Yan Ce burst into tears.

Ying Zheng said again, "It's not bad to memorize these principles of running a country, and there are some things that you can't teach you unless you are a gentleman."

After removing the books on the upper layer, Yan Ce found that there was a roll of dusty leather on the farthest side of the books, and he took it out curiously.

"this is--"

"That's the map of Kyushu."

She slowly rubbed her temples and sighed, "It turned out to be there. The widowers almost forgot, so bring the leather on it."

Simply taking the picture handed over by the young man, her eyes flashed with a chill, and the corner of her lips hooked.

The leather was spread out, and the plain hand gently smoothed the slightly folded edges, and the edges and corners had been rubbed to almost only a thin layer.

The map covers the four corners of the bookcase, and there are faint yellowing marks on the leather. I don't know how many times I have overlooked it.

"It's a little...easy."

Yan Ce watched calmly. If his own life was not involved, he would usually not choose to lie, let alone deceive himself. His answer was euphemistic enough.

Judging from the history education that a modern student has received, this is really too rudimentary. I am already used to reading the detailed and terrifying maps behind the history book, and then look at this antique-level old thing. It's like watching a child's graffiti, I'm really not used to it.

Yan Ce looked at the map seriously. The traces of ink were very strange. The time span of each stroke was extremely long, old, vague, and clear...

This map is not complicated at all, with simple coordinates scattered all over it. Let’s talk about a few rough lines on this map to outline a pattern called the world.

Some important positions will be deliberately bolded, and there are borders of various countries that have been deleted and modified. Although it is simple, it can be seen that Qin Jing's trend is swallowing the world.

The layers of topographical signs in Hangu Pass are in stark contrast with the fuzzy outlines of the six countries in Shandong. Every time a country is destroyed, the map becomes clearer. The mountains and rivers of Shenzhou and the rivers and roads are depicted in a single stroke in units of years...

The trajectory of the blueprint will one day be completely depicted in the vast land.

"Yes, simple."

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, showing a complicated smile, and said, "But it took 100 years for this ridiculously simple map."

100 years.

one century.

What does it symbolize? Even a peaceful and prosperous age with perfect medical conditions is the length of human beings who are free from disease and disaster from life to death, a world of wars and chaos, and six generations of people who have been unremittingly succeeded.

No computer assistance, no infrared scanning, no satellite reconnaissance, nothing.Compared with the rapid development of scientific and technological civilization after a thousand years, this is undoubtedly too backward to bear to look directly at. It is called a miracle to rely solely on manpower to accomplish things that are beyond the reach of manpower in the eyes of others.

This is a distant era called the birth of miracles.

Her finger traced the nearest track, and she sighed: "100 years... It's too short, and it's too long."

"There are so many things that the widow have to do and want to do, enough to be lined up for the next ten years, a hundred years!"