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

In a daze, Ying Zheng seemed to see himself ascending the throne for the first time when he was young.

He has no ambitions, but only wants to protect himself in this troubled world and stop being bullied.

Later, I aspired to be the Three Sovereigns and Five Sovereigns, to create a world of eternity and a glorious country.

To rule the world as one country, that figure is no longer young.

The years of gold and iron horses are wasted and swaying.

Countless hardships and difficulties exist in it, and who can I tell my sadness?

Countless late nights, he looked at himself in the shadow of the candle in a daze, feeling disappointed.

The power in the world is in your hands today, but occasionally you start to miss the past.

Those days of bitterness turned out to be a little sweeter.

Today, he is still unable to resist after all, the invasion of the years, the bleak time still makes him lonely.

This life is ups and downs, trekking, and finally.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Everything rests.

Everything can only be left to future generations to comment on, and he will die forever.

Ying Zheng looked a little tired. At this moment, he was aging rapidly, and his whole body was bent and shrunk, as if the light of life had come to an end, flickering constantly, and would be extinguished at any time.

Ying Zheng waved at Ning An, smiled one last time, and said softly.

"I, I'm tired, I, sleep, just sleep."

After all, his arms fell straight down, and his body fell into the mud, splashing muddy waves in the puddles, spreading all over his body.

The founding emperor of Great Qin, the ancestor dragon of China.

From then on, it turned into a breeze, sank to the ground, and bid farewell to the world.

With a serene face and a smile on his lips, he was greatly satisfied.

It's just that he can never wake up again, and he can't look at his beloved Fusu, this Huaxia, this Xianyang City, and the prosperity of this world.

Also, what he was most proud of in his life... Da Qin.

This sleep, this life has not woken up.

Maybe he is a little tyrannical, maybe he is a little overjoyed, but after all, it is difficult to cover up his contribution to China.

I vaguely remember, 37 years ago.

There was a boy who ascended to the throne.

In this regard, the history of China has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Respectfully, First Emperor."

With tears in the corners of his eyes, Ning An knelt down.

Yes, he knows that the kneeling ceremony is very solemn, but today, he is still willing to kneel down the golden body of a man for the ancestor dragon of China.

This time, it was not Qin Shihuang who worshiped him, but the ancestors of China.

Your Majesty, rest in peace.

At this moment, countless people in the audience burst into tears.

The moment they saw the death of the first emperor, their hearts were broken.

No one came to discuss whether the plot was reasonable or not, whether it was appropriate or not, they just wanted to say something.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

The sky suddenly brightened, and a rainbow fell from nowhere, shining on Ying Zheng's body, with a floating light and fairy air.

bang.

With a loud noise, the surrounding yellow sand stormed and raged.

It's like the last days that cover the sky and the sun, and it seems to swallow people up.

The surrounding air is constantly being squeezed, and cracks burst out suddenly, like the bloody mouth of a mysterious creature, devouring everything it touches.

The remaining trees withered instantly and were deprived of their vitality.

In an instant, there was a dead silence all around.

Those Qin soldiers stood up twisting their stiff bodies when they saw Ying Zheng lying quietly on the ground.

The yellow faces showed endless ferocity, they roared and mourned, and rushed to Ying Zheng.

He wanted to reach out and touch her, but was afraid that his hands would be dirty for His Majesty.

They knelt in front of Ying Zheng's body hesitantly, exuding endless sadness.

The air suddenly dropped in temperature, as if it was about to freeze, and the dry yellow sand froze into a stone-like rigidity. The wind was strong, and the flying sand and rocks roared, as if the sky and the earth were furious, as if they wanted to destroy everything.

Looking at it now, the place is desolate and lifeless, even the jute grass is withered and yellow, and the once proud head hangs down deeply, powerlessly compromising and praying.

Everything around was dimmed, even the moonlight was weak, and it was difficult to illuminate the land.

The faces of those Qin soldiers were ashen, and their hearts were as silent. Looking at Ying Zheng's body, they seemed to have made a lot of determination.

A group of people waited and watched each other, and in the end, they drew their swords and killed themselves.

They want to follow the First Emperor Yingzheng to go to the underworld and continue to conquer the world!
Qin Jun, mighty.

The wind, I don't know where it started, Daqin, the wind blows and the clouds fly...

boom!
The ground suddenly vibrated, like an earth dragon turning over, and the zigzag veins were like an earth dragon walking, rolling and spinning inside, shaking the ground away.

The raging wind swept over, this is a sandstorm.

The soaring giant pillars, like the scene of the end of the world, make people fearful.

Wherever you pass, not a single blade of grass grows, it is really a barren desert where birds don't fly, thousands of moraines and thousands of mountains are like lazy dreams.

The sandstorm seemed to have eyes, and it swept over Yingzheng's corpse and many Qin soldiers, and unexpectedly, rolled up their corpses and threw them into the air.

Faintly, still visible.

If he didn't know, he might have thought that Emperor Shihuang was walking against the wind, picking sand and flying.

The Qin army in iron armor guarded him in the center, and the sharp blade in his hand was still stained with bright red blood, staining the flying sand and rocks red.

Suddenly, Ning An felt something in his heart, the system was in turmoil, and it seemed that he was complaining about the eternal emperor.

He seemed to have a vague feeling that there would be a day when he would see His Majesty again.

Suddenly, a passage appeared in his mind, a passage Qin Shihuang muttered to himself before leaving.

Ning An was stunned, and then smiled bitterly. He never thought that such a miraculous thing would happen.

Immediately, his complexion became weird. If so, the future must be interesting.

Fortunately, this segment has never been broadcast by the system, but is full of doomsday scenes.

Ning An sighed, looking at the scene of doomsday.

"After all, he has to return to where he should go."

After speaking, he bowed deeply to the sandstorm.

The sandstorm gradually turned into a small spot, condensed, condensed, and condensed again.

When everyone came back to their senses, the surrounding scene changed again at some point.

The yellow sand all over the sky turned into blue bricks and white tiles, and the life of the first emperor Yingzheng flashed around.

Gold and iron horses, blood spraying.

That young man in fresh clothes and angry horse has become the co-lord of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, which makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

"Be at the forefront of the times, understand the changes of the past and the present, and be the first voice of thought."

"Looking at the past, chasing after the ancestors, Ming Qing history."

"The Huaxia in the classics is full of the thick and dull history, but it is also very interesting."

Ning An flicked these images lightly, with a hint of nostalgia and deep aftertaste in his eyes.

Then with a big wave of his hand, he fiddled with it lightly, and the picture suddenly changed to the scene of artillery roaring and killing sounds shaking the sky.

That is, China's unyielding.

"Preaching the scriptures and righteousness of thousands of years, burning the eternal lamp."

"I'm Ning An, I hope everyone can watch my live broadcast."

"Know where our lives originate, and know where our steps are heading."

When the familiar voice sounded, the picture returned to darkness again.

Just like the raging fire in winter, no matter how fierce it is, it will eventually be extinguished one day.

Countless people recalled it, only to wake up like a dream.

Only then did they realize that they had always thought that it was a long, long dream, a dream that spanned more than 2000 years.

At this moment, their faces were covered with tears, their clothes were soaked, and their voices became hoarse.

The dialogue of the ages made them immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves, and difficult to turn around.

Countless cities were uncomfortably silent for a moment, and then, there were wailing and weeping everywhere.

"Wuuu, my Majesty the First Emperor, watching His Majesty grow old, I always feel pain in my heart."

"Fortunately, before His Majesty died, it was enough to see my Huaxia offspring. I just feel that it is still too little. I feel that a few days, months, or years are not enough for Your Majesty."

"This live broadcast made me deeply feel the history and culture of China. I was impressed by the long-standing heritage. It turns out that our country has such a great majesty. It turns out that the first emperor is also a person with feelings. It turns out that he will also love."

"Woo, what impressed me the most was the part about our soldiers and their passports. In just a moment, my tears came out. I don't know why, but I am proud of my great motherland."

"This show is so good, I suggest that there is nothing wrong with one episode a day, right? Learn from Su Zhiting, and see that they have updated almost [-] words today, stay up late, woo, I hope Brother Ning'an will do the same."

There are comments and praises everywhere.

Even if it's over, it still hasn't been able to reduce the heat.

On the major lists, they firmly occupy the top five places, and they don't give others a chance, not even a chance to collect volume.

Tonight, the classics of Huaxia are thoroughly popular all over the country.

After Ning An returned to reality, he was speechless for a long time, quickly took out a pen and paper, and recorded Qin Shihuang's words.

That's right, that's the secret to opening Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum, and there are many traps inside.There are world miracles like the Terracotta Warriors and Horses on it alone, so if the entire Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang is opened, how will it make the world look sideways?

Qin Shihuang is worthy of being an emperor through the ages, born, the emperor of the ages, and the world submits to him.

Death is also a shock to the world, shocking the past and the present.

The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, the dream of countless historians, is very exciting just thinking about it.If you have a chance in the future, you must go there. Maybe, His Majesty never died, but just sleeping?
The system has been a little abnormal since meeting Empress Qin Shi, and the resistance is a little fierce, but more of it is fear.

Ning An thought, I'm afraid there must be some secrets in it.

He always had a strange feeling that although history hadn't been changed this time, he would definitely see the first emperor galloping on the battlefield in the future.

Ning An was full of expectations for this.

Let's see everything after entering Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum.

When Ning An had just finished, Su Mubai called.

"Thank you for your hard work. I watched the whole live broadcast. I was really touched. Thank you for allowing me to watch such a good live broadcast."

Su Mubai thanked Ning An very sincerely from the bottom of his heart. He rekindled the pride and pride of the Chinese people.

"It's good that I'm not ashamed, and you can help me with the rest. My actor friends just want to act, they don't want to show up, and they don't want to be popular."

It seemed that Su Mubai had already expected what Su Mubai would ask, and Ning An pre-empted it.

On the other end of the phone, Su Mubai was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Okay, you say, I will do it."

As soon as these words came out, Ning An was all smiles.

It's been a real pleasure working with people like this.

"However, you have to be careful. Today you not only offended some bloggers, but also foreigners." Su Mubai reminded.

"Oh? Foreigner?" Ning An became interested, not knowing why his live broadcast had provoked the other party.

"There are quite a few countries. Among them, some bloggers in Bangzi Kingdom are very good. He said that you promote falsehood, exaggerate the achievements of Qin Shihuang, and dare not admit the mistakes of China's history. In short, there are quite a lot. Of course, the most important thing , I want you to add that the Bangzi Kingdom was very strong at that time, and it was a neighbor with Huaxia, not a vassal relationship."

"Fuck your fucking fart."

Ning An swears directly, and he doesn't look half refined.

"Don't get excited, there are more exciting things. I heard that they are looking for Confucius again, and the evidence that Qin Shihuang is from the Bangzi Kingdom. To prove that China is a branch of the Bangzi Kingdom civilization, it is just relying on the land."

While comforting Ning An, Su Mubai released another blockbuster.

"They are really shameless."

Ning An was speechless, these people were dead.

Just when the Chinese culture was about to be revived here, you came here to recognize your ancestors?
In the past, all kinds of inventions were mentioned, and the characters belonged to you, good guy, this time you just want to cut off the source?Said civilization is yours?
"Don't worry, I have arrangements." Su Mubai was extremely sure and calm.

"Oh? Tell me!"

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(A letter to my dear readers:

The first chapter of Emperor Shihuang is finally finished. To be honest, it is beyond my expectation, because the original plan is only two-thirds of the current length.

As for this book, there are good and bad, and it also accepts criticism and correction.I have roughly summed up two points, and I will answer them one by one here.

[-]. Disrespect history, fabricate things randomly, exaggerate characters, exaggerate achievements, and forcibly promote a glorious image.This point was actually mentioned in the previous chapter, so I won’t say more.Let me just say, this book is an online novel, online novel, figure it out, it was originally for fun, you like to read history, so go read official history.

Secondly, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Outlaws of the Marsh are all novels, and Guan Yu warms wine and kills Hua Xiong?Not nonsense?That's what Sun Jian did, deifying Shu and weakening Wei. Novels are just novels after all.You come here looking for thorns, wake up okay?

What's more, most of what I have expounded is true and has a basis. You can find something I forged and let me see what it is. Historical events happened for real. Only the thoughts of the characters are my guesses, and a small part of them are official history. And the unofficial history has never been circulated and recorded. I speculate based on the evaluation of the great man and Baidu, and there is nothing wrong with it.

I suddenly remembered that my friend was working, and when I was at a loss in the company, I would talk to me. You can see what the bosses are doing.Bicycles are popular, so I said that they should be used as chains for service bicycles. If bicycles cannot be squeezed in, they will be bloodied.To start a company, I advise people to look at education. After all, the parent company of Douyin, tx, etc. are all investing in this industry.

If you don’t have that much skill, don’t come out to show off. You can randomly evaluate and revise history without reading two chapters of the book, so be smart.I don't understand, just look at how the big guys in the industry do it. Humility is not something you are born with, it has to be learned.

Second, use patriotic feelings to consume readers, laugh to death, what?Is it not consumption if you have to write live broadcasts and then get rich?Did I force readers to donate, or did morality kidnap you?I never said that not loving watching is not patriotic, right?What I have always said is that people have different tastes, and they don't like normal things.It has been discouraging minors from giving rewards. It has been in the last book, and old readers know it.

I have the same as the live broadcast, the old iron helped me to make it to the rankings, did you spend money?At most, I want a free gift, so that everyone can watch it happily and remind them more, that's all.

Don't talk so much with me, yes, I am for money and for life.Otherwise, can we have the time to write such a good article?Check the information, figure out the language, I dare not say every chapter of this book, but basically every few chapters someone will say that it can be used as a text, right?
As an old saying, the Analects of Confucius is written in this way, is it easier for readers to understand?Better than rote memorization?Reading more excellent writing can't improve the level of literature?Taking patriotism as a feeling can't enhance the sense of identity with the country?

If you want to say this, all patriotism is consumption, and the people in the unit will not eat or drink to serve you?Athletes do not have good treatment guarantees, and no savings to drink Northwest Wind after retiring?
I think when my book becomes popular and I make money, more people will follow suit and write, leading more readers to have a correct value, isn’t it good?

Minors stop watching games, read novels, learn history, improve writing skills, and exercise character, isn’t it good?

Do you want to play two games after watching the live broadcast?After reading the rich article, dreaming every day?
Here, a post opened by a reader has been deleted, which is the one with the most tears. I also saw some people scolding me, and I responded to all of the above. Thank you very much, and I am sorry that you have been involved in this things.

A gentleman does something and does not do something.

Gentlemen worry about Dao but not poverty. What we see in reading books is the educational significance of this book, but villains can only see benefits, so why bother?
I wish my lovely readers a happy life, higher grades, and soon become the pillars of the country.

On the eleventh day of the eighth month of the Xin Chou year, Su Mubai respectfully reads it. )