The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

"Maybe there is?"

Yun Yong'an didn't know if there was one.

"Let's go have a look."

Linghu Youyi pulled Yun Yongan and walked towards the depths of the palace. As they stepped up the jade steps step by step, the resplendent and majestic main hall gradually became clear.

On the most important throne, a figure in a black robe gradually became clear.

"The collection of Yanzhao, the management of Han Wei, the elites of Qi and Chu, for several generations, plundered their people, leaning against them like mountains"

When Yun Yongan was walking in the Afang Palace, his hand still didn't stop, and continued to write Du Mu's Afang Palace Fu.

The man who was sitting on the throne stood up, and after lightly touching Yun Yongan's eyes, Yun Yongan entered the dream on the second floor.

There, Yun Yongan personally experienced the tyranny of the Qin State sweeping the six countries, saw the real Qin army, and saw what it means to be invincible on cavalry.

"Once you can't have it, you can lose it. Ding clanging jade, gold nuggets and pearls, throwing them away, the people of Qin regard them with no pity."

The brush moves slowly, new words appear constantly, and the time in the dreamland goes by.

Yun Yongan saw all kinds of treasures presented by the six kingdoms, all kinds of beauties, the king conferring heads, and the real million floating corpses.

At this point, the Great Qin Empire reached its peak, and then took a sharp turn for the worse.

……

Once, Yun Yongan watched this great empire collapse through the history books, but that was just standing on a high platform and watching a big show.

Now, Yun Yongan leads Linghu Youyi through the magnificent Efang Palace, through the crowded Efang Palace, through the burning Efang Palace.

"The heart of a single husband is becoming more and more arrogant. The soldiers shouted, Hangu was raised, and the people of Chu were torched. Poor scorched earth!"

As the tip of the pen fell, Yun Yong'an stood in the scorched earth, Linghu Youyi knelt on the ground, held up a handful of ashes, and burst into tears.

"Yong'an, are all countries going to collapse? Those emperors and generals deserve to die, and those common people are innocent."

Yun Yongan bent down to hug Linghu Youyi, and hugged her tightly into his arms.

"Every great thing has its moments of shattering. In times of war, there are no truly innocent people. We cannot decide the fate of future generations. We can only try our best to do our best now."

The ruins of Efang Palace, when Yun Yongan comforted Linghu Youyi, time began to turn back, from the fire to ashes, once again returned to its original prosperous appearance.

The man sitting on the throne stood up, walked to Yun Yong'an in a hurry, and gave him a very appreciative glance.

"First Emperor……"

Just as Yun Yongan opened his mouth, he was interrupted.

"Little guy, but with your talent, you can't support me for too long. Not much to say, as a descendant of Yan and Huang, you are doing well. This sword is given to you."

After speaking, it was the emperor Hualong who left, and the real Yun Yongan also wrote the last line of "A Fang Gong Fu".

"The people of Qin have no time to mourn for themselves, but later generations mourned. What later generations mourned and did not learn from it, also made future generations mourn future generations again."

So far, endowed.

Guanghua lit up the entire Hall of Qiming, and the phantom of the palace that emerged directly covered the entire Daxian Palace.

"Teach the world, this is pass the world!"

University scholar Wan Siyun looked at "A Fang Gong Fu" in disbelief, and shouted loudly.

Writing expresses Tao, poetry expresses ambition.

After the phantom of Efang Palace rose to the end and shattered, everyone in the Daxian Empire, regardless of men, women, young or old, rich or poor, had more perseverance in spirit.

In particular, the idea of ​​taking a step back and only seeking peace for a while has mostly dissipated.

After Yun Yong'an finished the work, he didn't leave in a hurry, but chatted with Da Xian's emperor while waiting for others to finish the work.

During the chat, Yun Yongan didn't play tricks.

In front of a guy who has been the emperor for more than 20 years, playing tricks is a very stupid thing.

Yun Yong'an was straightforward, inquired about the manifestation of supernatural power, and looked for an opportunity to propose the concept of spiritual energy recovery.

"That's a good statement!"

Li Zhengmin nodded approvingly, "Whether it is talent or strength in other inheritances, they can all be collectively referred to as aura."

"And the return of these ancient powers, the recovery of everything that was originally silent, is the recovery of the spiritual energy."

While Yun Yongan was chatting with Li Zhengmin, other people completed their works one after another.

A lot of talents were produced, but basically they all came out of the county, and few reached Dafu, let alone Mingzhou.

Combined with the information Li Zhengmin said, Yun Yongan finally came to a conclusion that made him very satisfied.

Now, the spiritual recovery has just begun. If there is no accident, it will take a long time to brew to change the world.

The work is finally finished, and the rest of the evaluation process is much simpler.

Not to mention the evaluation given by Tiandi, even Du Moye had nothing to say in front of Yun Yongan's "Ode to Efang Palace".

When everyone is trying to praise the majesty and magnificence of the Qiming Hall, and calling on the emperor to be frugal with the help of the prosperity of the Qiming Hall.

Yun Yong'an jumped out of the shackles, jumped out of the cage, stood in the perspective of history, and used Qin Shihuang's Afang Palace to give advice to the people of the world.

So far, the poetry competition ended successfully, Yun Yongan became the champion and got the residence of the Lin family.

However, this mansion is a bit late now.

Yun Yongan looked at the palace that had already condensed solidly between his brows, and couldn't laugh or cry.

Anyway, it's always good to get it in vain. No matter how good the portable palace is, it's not easy for him to receive the courier. You can't let the courier brother look for you all over the world.

After leaving the palace, Yun Yongan returned to the villa, it was getting late, and he took Linghu Youyi to sleep first.

Early the next morning, Yun Yongan brought Jiang Xiaoai, Su Jiaoyue and his party to the Lin Mansion located in the inner city of the imperial capital.

The two imperial guards who were in charge of guarding the gate saw Yun Yongan approaching, and immediately opened the gate without any hesitation.

After Yun Yong'an nodded, he walked in first.

All kinds of flowers and trees are lush and luxuriant, and the originally reserved path has been covered by wildly growing flowers and plants.

The water in the pool is black and smelly, and the ornamental fish inside have turned into bones.

Pushing open the door, a large amount of dust was left behind, and when it was about to drown the crowd, Yun Yongan waved his hand and summoned a gust of wind to blow it away.

In the huge mansion, only Lin Nianqiao lived in it before, what she occupied was just a small courtyard.

Over the past ten years, many places in the Lin Mansion have been decayed, and even the beams of the main house have been riddled with insects and water, and have lost their original function.

Finally, under Jiang Xiaoai's violent test, it shattered.

"Husband!"

Jiang Xiaoai jumped out of the ruins neatly, and came to Yun Yongan, "This house is uninhabitable."