It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Early morning at Zhilan Palace

Under the bronze lamp, Ying Hehua finished another bowl of Chinese medicine.

Ah Zhi handed over a stack of brown silk scrolls. Thinking about what Ying Hehua had said to Li Xian during the day, she hesitated and said, "Princess, this is the prescription sent by Supervisor Li. Do you need me to help you deal with it?"

"No." "It's hard to get an appointment with a specialist."

Ahzhi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on. It was obvious that he didn't understand what she meant.

"He has good medical skills, so there's no point in wasting his time." Xu Zhi explained.

Xu Zhi took a look at the prescriptions in the book: three grams of black mustard, three grams of stir-fried moutan bark, half a coin of angelica, one coin of ginseng... This is similar to what the imperial physician of the Shaofu prescribed. Among so many prescriptions, only Xia Wuqie and Li Xian's prescriptions have the closest dosage of medicine.

"Then I'll send this prescription over to get the medicine."

Xu Zhi nodded and called Ah Zhi again, "Send it to the imperial physician first, so as not to make it difficult for my attending physician."

Ah Zhi quickly understood that the attending physician was talking about Xu Feng, Xia Wuqie's apprentice, who had diagnosed the princess' pulse on the spot that day.

"Yes." She put away the silk cloth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of frost and snow fell on the plum branches.

The person who came was the Imperial Physician Xu.

"Why are you here so early again?" Xu Zhi asked.

He nodded and said, "I have heard that Your Highness has always studied in the morning."

Xu Zhi never liked getting up early. When she was in Chu, she had no such idea. After returning to Xianyang, she felt even weaker and wanted to lie down for half a day every day.

"How can I..."

Xu Zhi shook her head and was about to refute, but she suddenly stopped talking.

A clear voice jumped out from somewhere in the memory.

——The morning dew is beautiful, so you should learn chess among the six arts.

What happened four years ago came back to her mind.

At that time, she was woken up by servants before dawn every day, and the reason was always that Zhang Liang appeared at the gate of Zhilan Palace before dawn.

After gritting her teeth and holding on for seven days, she still couldn't stand it anymore. She threw eight or nine umbrellas at him, and the ink was all over the place. In the end, even the attendants refused to come with Zhang Liang.

Who would have thought that he would show up on time as usual, holding a chessboard and carrying a box.

"You don't need to be so diligent. Father didn't say that the salary he gave you was tuition fees."

Zhang Liang smiled at her tenderly, leaned down and said, "Since the princess asked me to teach you, and I have said that I am willing to teach you, I cannot let the salary given by your father go to waste."

Her disdain at that time has turned into what she feels is unattainable now.

It was probably during these four years that people in the palace mistook Zhang Liang's habits for Princess Yong'an's own.

She was stunned for a moment, "...I have never been a person who likes to get up early."

Imperial Physician Xu could not see her expression through the screen, and was afraid that the princess would know that he had diagnosed her with qi deficiency, which would affect her reputation.

He had no intention of knowing these things, but he was an expert in pulse diagnosis, and he was also an imperial physician in the palace, especially good at the art of sex, so it was hard for him not to know them.

Also, because he happened to meet Li Xian's messenger on the road who was delivering prescriptions and medicinal materials to Zhilan Palace, all of which were medicines for replenishing qi and blood, the time for court was indeed very early... Now, hearing Ying Hehua's cold voice, he had completely lost his mind!

Yongan is not to be trifled with. Li Xian acts coldly and harshly.

Xu Feng was indeed tight-lipped, but he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He immediately knelt down and trembled as he said, "I deserve death for disturbing the princess's rest... I will take the princess's pulse at another time."

Xu Zhi didn't expect that even the imperial physician was so afraid of her. She felt that it was important to reshape her image.

"never mind."

When Xu Feng returned to the imperial physician's office, he immediately received a prescription from Ah Zhi. He found that the medicine was from Shu. He was even more worried about being involved in such a thing. He took a quick look at it and boiled the medicine without checking it carefully.

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As soon as Mo Qi came out of the mountain gate of Zitonglin, there were visitors.

"You are so brave to reveal your identity to me now."

"She has always been like this." Li Xian said.

Li Xian seemed to have lost his memory, forgetting that she had just forced him to go to Qi State to invite Xunzi three hours ago, and threatened him not to look for Sima Cheng to investigate the cause of Bai Qi's death.

Mo Qi glanced at him and shook his head helplessly, "It's something, don't be too obsessed."

"I can't make the same mistake again this time."

Mo Qi sighed, "What if this time, it's even more tragic?"

Li Xian fell into a misplaced memory.

Ten years ago, in the corridor of Xianyang Palace, she rushed into his life recklessly, talking about the future, narrating civilization, and painting his dark past and gloomy future with bright colors.

Li Xian's eyes darkened, and he focused his gaze back on the dense forest in the distance. "Mr. Mo, I don't believe in ifs."

Mo Qi saw the distant past in his eyes. Li Xian came back to Xianyang from Shu specifically to know the answer to a question.

There was a protruding object placed on the soft cloth on the table.

Mo Qi said: "This is what you described when you woke up from your coma."

The soft cloth was removed, revealing a well-made triangular streamlined metal.

Li Xian was not as surprised as he had imagined.

He was unusually calm. He only glanced at it twice, and then he stopped looking. "Is this the 'bullet' you mentioned? Is this really not the arrowhead of the Qin Dynasty?"

"what?"

If Xu Zhi were to look at it, she would be able to tell at a glance that this was indeed an arrowhead from the Qin Dynasty.

Mo Qi didn't know. He had reasons not to know.

The Terracotta Warriors appeared in 1978, and these cultural relics were also excavated at that time, which was thirty years after his death.

He had six reincarnations, all of which were extremely complicated and difficult to describe.

"It's triangular, without wings. It's a Qin Dynasty craftsman's improvement on the traditional two-winged arrowhead," Li Xian said, picking it up. "You see, this triangular arrowhead can pierce the wind like a sword. When used with a crossbow, it has a range of 100 meters and amazing lethality. If it's made into a large weapon, it's a heavy weapon for conquest."

After he said that, he put down the three or four centimeter arrow in his hand.

Li Xian is smart. He can remember anything he sees once. Even if he has seen it in a dream, he can remember it clearly.

"Is the pistol you mentioned really that lethal?"

"An automatic pistol that uses the energy of gunpowder gas to load bullets can kill a person in milliseconds."

Li Xian then further confirmed that the dream brought him to the future world that Xu Zhi and Mo Qi had talked about. In the dream, the bullet that pierced Xu Zhi's chest was a bullet, and the weapon that killed her should be a pistol.

After listening to Li Xian's description that day, Mo Qi became more convinced that Li Xian must know something - such as the River Map and Luo Shu, and how he traveled through time and space.

It was not pleasant for his dusty memories to be awakened.

Li Xian has never been a person who would surrender himself. Even before his death in his previous life, he was still longing for hope.

Li Xian bowed and said, "Mr. Mo, since you told me that people can only seek salvation by themselves, and you are familiar with such powerful and wonderful instruments and are proficient in mechanical skills, why don't you write a different one from us?"

Mo Qi's belief in staying in Nanshan was shaken again and again, as if fate had destined him to come here to complete a mission. If he failed to complete this mission, he would be trapped in this cycle forever.

If it was the first time, he would of course say yes unconditionally.

If it's the second time, he will keep trying.

If it was the third time, he would proceed cautiously.

……

But now, he is exhausted both physically and mentally.

He remained silent, and even felt a little regretful for revealing some secret to Li Si's son during his sixth reincarnation.

It seems that nothing can save Tang Yuan's dying ideals and desperate fate.

An unprecedented foundation is about to be laid for the world.

Amid the undercurrent, various forces are ready to make a move.

Under the starry night, the long-quiet Mount Zhongnan also began to get busy.

Zhang Liang's slim figure was as light as an immortal, making the dark mountains look brighter.

His opponent was Han Fei.

Only when Han Fei met him did he realize how miserable Zhang Liang was.

"ovary."

"I never thought that the day I would see my teacher again would be like this."

A letter was placed in front of Zhang Liang.

"If Wang Wan's letter is true, the little princess may marry a Qin official after Fusu."

Zhang Liang's hands were unsteady.

The white mist of hot tea was blown away by the cold winter air.

There are too many peaks in Mount Zhongnan. Once there are so many, it is easy to get lost or bump into each other.

Xu Zhi finally got Ying Zheng's permission to meet Mo Qi.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, or just a trick of God.

Same day.

Zhang Liang went to Mount Zhongnan to meet Han Fei, while Li Xian assembled a pistol inside the wooden door.

The mountain air was suddenly cold, the path was rugged, and the mountain looked even more hazy. Crystals were scattered and drifting, like catkins in late spring in March.

Xu Zhi knew what Li Xian had experienced. His bloody and tragic past could easily have caused his mental disorder.

There is no dead end ahead.

These were the words she often used to comfort him in his early years.

But Xu Zhi couldn't immediately empathize with Mo Qi's negativity.

Mo Qi didn't know yet that she came from his future.

He had never seen the China where she lived.

The reason he did not go crazy during the seven times of despair was that he had never seen the light and he had been trapped in the deepest darkness.