It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

"Historical Records" says: When Si was released from prison, he and his son were together. Gu said to his son: "I want to go up to the east gate of Cai with Ruo Fu and the yellow dog to chase the cunning rabbit. How can I succeed?" Then the father and son cried to each other. And the Yi tribe.

It was an ordinary dusk.

The sun is fading, and the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Xi'an reveals its vicissitudes under the broken shadow of the setting sun.

Some citizens suddenly saw a little golden light emerging from the top of the tower.

People feel weird.

People are always particularly curious about mysterious things, and within a moment they gathered at the bottom of the tower.

1983, golden dusk.

The first pottery head of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses was dug out by a Shaanxi farmer named Shui Gen.

In 1946, archaeologist Xu Kai was riding in a dilapidated work vehicle, which secretly pulled several workers to Gansu to search for the Hetu Luoshu under the legendary ruins of the Qin Great Wall.

That afternoon, a Japanese colleague who worked with Xu Kai pressed a pistol against his temple.

"Professor Xu, I'm sorry."

Along with several gunshots, the blood of many people was splashed on the loess of the Qin Great Wall.

The moment Xu Kai fell, he used his body to protect He Tu.

The shooter leaned down and wrenched the jade plate from his hand.

Xu Kai used his last strength to hold him, blood filling his mouth, "...The River Map...is our cultural relic...you can't take it away..."

"Haha, do Chinese people deserve it?"

Uemura expressionlessly pulled the trigger again, and a huge red flower exploded. The gurgling blood instantly overwhelmed Xu Kai's sight and filled his throat.

Xu Kai couldn't say anything anymore. He could only watch Hetuluo Shu getting further and further away from him in despair.

He knew that he would never be able to leave it in China or on this land during his lifetime.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he took one last look at the Great Wall.

The ancient Great Wall, how he wished it could stretch out its hands to catch the spy, how he wished it could help him.

He didn't believe in legends, but he was willing to believe in ancient civilizations.

At the last moment when he lost his breath, Xu Kai made a vow: He would build his body into the loess and pray for hope.

His body remained and slowly merged with the yellow sand.

The dusk that day also exuded golden light.

2022年，7月25日，下午5:30

Terracotta Warriors and Horses

Soothing closing music slowly sounded.

“Dear travelers, please bring your belongings with you and we look forward to your next visit.”

The lobby PA played the same sentence on a loop.

Xu Zhi walked through the crowd, held up the work sign in a panic, and returned to the security checkpoint.

A colleague saw her and reminded her, and the staff immediately turned off the lights.

She responded quickly and nodded apologetically, saying that she had left behind something quite important.

It was an old local newspaper.

The header of the black and white photo clearly reads:

Archaeologists suspect that they have discovered the remains of the Qin Great Wall in Gansu.

The six people in the photo are all wearing work clothes.Four people are in a squatting position, and two people are standing side by side.

The two people standing are wearing glasses. The scholar on the right has a stack of information rolled up in his lower pocket. He had a pen pinned to his chest, his arms were folded, and his companion on the left held his shoulders. They all had happy smiles on their faces.

It's him! Xu Zhi's grandfather.

It was her father who kept mumbling in silence - his father Xu Kai.

A learned and simple scholar would never abandon his family and go to America before the war.

It turns out that he went to inspect the ruins and then disappeared.

She finally found her grandfather in the vast archives of the Republic of China!

She couldn't suppress her excitement and her hands trembled.

Why did my grandfather disappear for decades?

Why does my grandfather's name never appear in any archaeological journal?

The section of the Qin Great Wall ruins mentioned in that newspaper has not been investigated or mentioned in academic circles. That section of the city wall was forgotten by everyone.

A rather frightening thought suddenly stirred in her body.

If my grandfather encountered something unexpected at that time, the criminals destroyed the body and the traces along with the remains.

Xu Zhi shuddered and clutched the newspaper in her hand.

She saw the road ahead was dark.

Fortunately, there is a lamp hanging in the newly opened open-air department at the end of the corridor.

Xu Zhi felt that the road she walked today was particularly long. It was slightly bright, but it was a flat plain without any high-rise buildings.

"Did I walk into a newly developed ruins?" She just took a step forward, looked down, and was shocked to see that her clothes had completely shrunk in size! He also became smaller, holding a handful of loess mud in his hands.

"Quju? Why am I wearing this?"

When she looked back, she noticed something strange.

There were actually a lot of soldiers behind them wearing cowhide and rattan armor from the Warring States Period.

"Princess, the king said it's time for you to return to the palace."

With the judgment of her extremely strong business ability, she wondered whether she was confused and daydreaming...

Who studies archeology who wouldn’t want to communicate face-to-face with their research subjects across time and space?

Xu Zhi has not yet woken up from the lingering feeling of finding traces of her grandfather.

Looking around, she saw the green mountains and fields, the high cars and the big horses, and her heart was beating fast.

Fortunately, she adapted to her body very quickly, and on the way to the carriage, she adapted to the fact that she had become smaller.

A 27-year-old modern soul lives in a little girl of about six years old.

When she got on the car, she saw the man in black robe and his ministers sitting in the middle.

The moment the man raised his eyes to look at her, it was a perspective that pierced her soul, and her body trembled involuntarily.

She dared not move.

Judging from his clothing, it may be from the pre-Qin period.

She wasn't sure which king he was, but judging from the water-patterned tiger flag, Yue Mo was Qin.

"He Hua, are you running away for fun again?" he asked casually, his voice comparable to the attractiveness of a meteorite.

The back of her neck felt cold and she hesitated to say a few words.

At this time, they all looked at her in unison. He and his ministers both had beautiful eyes.I only heard the ministers bowing humbly and politely: "Princess Hehua, Your Majesty, I will leave first."

"My guest, please go slowly." He stood up slightly and looked at the man who called himself Wei Chen.

The minister's thin figure made his official uniform unfitting.

She stood there calmly and nodded blankly.

Li, Si?

She said the name silently in her mind.

Then he is?

Xu Zhi looked at him confused and at a loss.The answer is almost ready to come out.

Li Si calls me princess, so am I his daughter?

Ying Zheng's daughter?

Xu Zhi almost couldn't laugh or cry.

She worshiped Ying Zheng. There were hundreds of emperors throughout the ages, but she only regarded him as one emperor throughout the ages. Ever since she was a student, she had a special feeling for him.

Now, she looked at him. They no longer had the barrier of time and space. She no longer understood his life through the display window of cultural relics, but they were face to face.

She could even touch him.

Real touch.

He was her ancestor, and she could talk to him now. She forgot her fear, and instead felt an unparalleled happiness.

But she understood that he left no descendants. Qin II slaughtered all his brothers and sisters. If she didn't leave early, her end would be terrible.

Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slip in his hand and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Suddenly he laughed, "You don't blame me for letting you go back to the palace so early, do you?"

"You, you..." Xu Zhi's voice and tone were beyond her comprehension.

Ying Zheng didn't understand.

She was familiar with everything that could be traced in the history books about Qin Shi Huangdi.

Concubines, children, officials, assassins...

But she had never met him.

She had never heard his voice.

The blurry portrait cannot overlap with the person in front of him.

She ran over, a few steps spanning thousands of years.

She ignored the height of her six-year-old child at this time. Ying Zheng was much taller than her even when sitting.

Ying Zheng hugged her naturally.

She responded hesitantly, knowing that she would be "criminal" if she treated him like a cultural relic by touching him like this.

Warmth came from the real body. Xu Zhi squeezed his sleeves tightly and remained silent, like future generations worshiping him devoutly.

In silence, she thought a lot, about his unprecedentedness and his sadness, as well as her unforgettable excitement.

Ying Zheng did not expect her move and touched the top of her head. Xu Zhi was easily picked up by him.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at his face carefully.

Xu Zhi felt that she couldn't accept this age gap. Why did she see Ying Zheng, who was only 29 years old, with such an identity and such a soul.

Ying Zheng held her with one hand and was about to stand up. She quickly hugged his neck.

Ying Zheng turned his head and his loving eyes shocked Xu Zhi's heart.

When she saw her young hands, she calmed down, nervous and timid.

But unexpectedly, Yayan and the dialect of Qin came out of her mouth naturally.

She shouted twice: "Father."

Ying Zheng smiled.

What a pair of pupils that are, the love and perseverance can hardly hide the alienation.

At this moment, she felt as if she was returning to her ancestors and recognized her mission.

Ying Zheng thought she didn't want to go back, and said warmly: "I'm just too spoiled to you. You have to be obedient when you return to the palace."

"Okay." She answered quickly.

The six-year-old Princess Hehua did not tell her about her memories, nor did she have two consciousnesses.

She thought that whether she was there or not, she would work with her to bring him the gentle love she could when he was no longer close to the people of the Six Kingdoms, and when he was assassinated by the people of the world.

She smiled, flashing her eyes exactly like her father's.

When she returned to the palace, she understood a lot in an instant.

It turned out that her mother was the princess from Chu State. She had peerless beauty and a mesmerizing singing voice. She loved to sing "There is Fusu in the mountains," so she immediately understood that she had an older brother named Fusu.

The son Fu Su.

When Xu Zhi saw the look in her mother's eyes when she saw her, she understood from the bottom of her heart that she hated them.

A story that requires no guessing.

She was a prisoner sent by the Chu State to the Qin State.

My mother would stare at the moon in despair at night, with her sobbing face under the waterfall of blue hair.

Everyone said that Concubine Zheng had a sweetheart before she came to Qin, and she did not love Ying Zheng.

At the same time, Qin was planning how to destroy her mother country.

She wished she could kill Ying Zheng, but she gave birth to two children for him. How could she not hate two children born with such hatred.

As for Ying Zheng, he had been dependent on others since he was a child. His troubled childhood and miserable family relationships made him seem to not trust anyone anymore.

Being withdrawn and domineering makes their relationship like a man pulling a saw against a piece of wood.He wanted to get her and possess her, but he never took the initiative to look into her heart.

He Hua's brother is extremely outstanding and wise. He seems to want to bridge this relationship. Under the same high-pressure and loveless situation, Fusu took a path of redemption that was completely opposite to that of his father.

Xu Zhi saw this clearly with her indifferent reason, and couldn't help but mourn. She knew that she could not stop the decline of their fate at the end of their lives.

Her birth did not alleviate such conflicts, but instead deepened her mother's dislike of them.

Perhaps it was due to such torture that Ying Hehua escaped, and her soul escaped into her body.

Everything now is what it was then.

On the eve of the dynasty's glory, she made a despicable use of her expertise.

She made an unswerving choice and saw people with lofty ideals in ancient times make decisions one after another that were as correct as history.

A man as smooth as the wind.

A brilliant counselor.

Running in Xianyang Palace, the sun shone on her, and she decided to find someone. Calmness and rationality were very strange in the child.

After searching for many days, there is no news.

Where is Zhao Gao?

At this time, a voice sounded behind her.

"Princess, princess, I heard that you are looking for me?"