At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Institute of History.

The two old men had already burst into tears, but those two pairs of eyes were extremely bright, like the lamps on the bottom of the sea, illuminating people's hearts.

"Yes, yes, it should be so, it should be so..."

Grandpa Song Ren was crying like tears, leaning on the body of Grandpa Kong Mengyao like a child, his lips trembling, looking at Ning An on the screen, his heart was surging.

History is originally speculated based on the investigation of the relics and the spread of official history.

No one can be [-]% sure of the accuracy, after all, we were not born in that era.

We can only let those dead things tell us the answer silent in history.

"Ahhh, can those damned people stop commenting blindly, commenting on you!!! Distorting your uncle, did you see history with your own eyes when you stepped on the horse, or what? Do you think it is right? You count What is it?!!!"

"Paralyzed, I hate these bad words the most. After reading a few books and a few official account articles, I think I'm great. I always feel that you have learned a lot, and your cognition is a yardstick. You are so good, why don't you What about God?"

"Upstairs just spoke to my heart, yy your sister, brother Ning'an didn't say that our China is full of disasters or something? The data is marked for you, and the merits and demerits are also explained. You will grow old if you step on the horse Think you’re right, right? I’m too big for you, I like to look at it, if I don’t like to look at it, get out!”

"That's right, it's so awesome. You went to the Institute of History and read a few miscellaneous books. Is your brain rusted? You asked me if I asked Mr. Fusu what I thought, did you ask Mr. Fusu personally or something? I will follow Follow other people's ideas and eat the steamed buns that others spit out."

"History is always perfect, and there are few things that overthrow the past? How could Qin Shihuang be where he is today if he put it hundreds of years ago? It's so funny. Without any innovative thinking, he knows how to digest other people's things. You put it in In the past, it was a sour Confucian, a self-righteous thing."

(Well, I’m talking about those readers who still scold me for bad reviews, don’t talk so much about me, you scolded me, I greeted you with a smile, and then exclaimed, you are a great talent, have you been taught? Go dreaming, still borrowing a sentence from Confucius, repaying grievances with virtue, how can you repay virtue? Today, it is not me who scolds you, but the master who taught me to scold you.

History books only record a small part, so I speculate that some ideas are wrong based on some content?Let me tell you a joke, in history, including in the whole world, many great inventions came out of whimsical ridicule by countless people.How many truths are established against the opposite of the vast majority of people. You have the ability to drag me to the Qin Dynasty. After I personally asked Fusu, I will kneel down and apologize to you, okay?Historians all hold different opinions, and you are more authoritative than all of them.

Academics are continuously deepened, perfected, and finally demonstrated in debates.If nothing else, read more.In addition, I would like to urge you all to look at that gentleman's evaluation of the first emperor, which is far better than Confucius, calling it No. 1 in the past and present. Do you have a sharper vision than that gentleman? )

These spectators went crazy, cursing those few people crazily.

There are always a small number of people in this world who like to stand on the opposite side of others to show themselves and get the satisfaction of vanity.

Thought he was a gentleman, but in fact, he was just a hypocritical masked man.

What is a gentleman for?

It is full of etiquette and upbringing of literati, and the contradictory academic views are not mutually exclusive with the etiquette engraved in the bones, which is admirable.

The opening is, what I think, not what I think...

In the absence of absolute authority and professional data to prove one thing, everyone's thinking is speculation, nothing more.

………………

On the screen, Ying Zheng was looking at the dim sky, struggling frantically in the yellow sand all over the sky, and finally his eyes were red, and he shouted the name hoarsely.

"Fusu! My son!"

A Fusu, full of expectations!

My son, sincerely!

With a sound of Fusu, there was endless grief.

My son, with heart-piercing regret.

This sound made all the fathers in the world feel the same way, and felt sad.

Then he turned his head to look at Ning An, his eyes were as sharp as the blade of a sword, and he stuck to his body firmly.

"Zhen, if we kill Zhao Gao today and pass it on to Fusu, my Daqin will be passed on for ten thousand years!!!"

His voice was a little gloomy, the dying emperor was a little crazy at this moment.

He, for his own Fusu, for his own Daqin.

Yes, change your fate against the sky.

Change the history, turn the history around, cover the sky and make the world turbulent!

At the same time, what he said seemed to have made up his mind, but in fact, he was asking Ning An back.

Unexpectedly, when Ning An heard this, she seemed to have expected it, her expression remained unchanged, and she was never frightened by Ying Zheng's words.

He stretched out his white and slender palms and glanced at the dark sky.

In an instant, a few drops of raindrops fell on his palm, as if playing a beautiful piece of music, like the sounds of nature.

He opened his lips slightly and looked at Ying Zheng.

"The law of time cannot be reversed, and the wheel of history will not go backwards. In our era, the law of time has not been fully grasped. I don't know whether history will correct itself or open a parallel space. But I Know that everything in the world has laws.”

"If Your Majesty wants to continue his life in Daqin, he will inevitably lose something more important. This is the law of heaven."

Ning An's words were not only Ying Zheng's, but even the countless audiences were confused and half-understood.

However, Ning An had a sentence that Ying Zheng understood.

If he changes history, something more terrible will happen.

This, he understands.

It was as if he had chosen the position of emperor, so he was doomed not to have the affection of ordinary people.

No matter what he is, in the hearts of others, he is always the emperor first, and then the father.

"The rebels are really brave?"

There was a trace of unwillingness in Yingzheng's eyes, and he let the tips of his hair clutter his cheeks, blurring his eyes. In the setting sun, he yearned for the last glimmer of hope.

Ning An sighed softly, looked at the bloody scene of the setting sun, and spoke.

"Not necessarily, the rebel army made a rebellion. Qin Zhi II sent General Zhang Han to gather the prisoners and slaves who were doing hard labor in Lishan, and organized them into an army to suppress the rebel army. Just such a group of mobs, they even killed the rebel army. defeated."

When the words fell, a spark of fire flickered in Ying Zheng's pupils.The rebel army was so unbearable?If it is the regular army of the Great Qin, wouldn't it be like a broken bamboo and wiped out?
"However, there will be the Overlord of Western Chu, Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, and Han Xin, the God of War, all of whom are the heroes of the world. Qin is exhausted, unless His Majesty will withdraw the soldiers who suppressed the Huns at this moment, and give up the dream of annexing the world. Qin , there is still a chance to breathe."

If the previous words were the afterglow of the setting sun, Yingzheng had a glimmer of hope, but these words pushed him deeply into the darkness. In the dark abyss, he could not see a ray of light.

Ying Zheng was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"That's it, that's it."

"I'm... as big as... Qin, so... pass it on... to... Han..."

After these words were finished, Ying Zheng seemed to have aged several decades. He didn't even have the strength to stand up, and there was no life in his decadent eyes.

How could Qin Shihuang be unwilling to give away his life's hard work?

But, he has no other choice.

If heaven allows him ten years, no matter whether it is the overlord of Western Chu, Liu Bang, the ancestor of Han Dynasty, or Han Xin, the god of war, he will never be able to take the world of Qin from him.

So what if he killed all Zhao Gao's generation?

And, according to Ning An, he would lose something more important.

Qin, all lost.

What else can he lose?
It's nothing more than a name behind him.

He can die, he can lose Qin, but if he wants to erase the name of Qin Shihuang Yingzheng from the rut of history, he will never allow it!

He is determined to surpass Yanhuang, and he wants all Chinese people to remember that it is his Yingzheng blood that flows in his body.

Therefore, even if he didn't know whether it was a historical revision or an incomprehensible parallel time and space, he was unwilling to take risks.

In later generations, there will be Huaxia.

That's enough.