my grandfather was qin shi huang

The 35th year of the First Emperor of Qin, 212 BC.

September.

The autumn wind sweeps across, turning the ground golden.

Xianyang City, Fusu Gongzi Mansion, in the back garden.

Except for a few clusters of autumn chrysanthemums in full bloom, all the flowers and trees in the garden have fallen away, and even the tall trees have been covered with a layer of dazzling golden color. Against the background of the surrounding simple and elegant buildings with flying eaves and gilded arches, it looks even more beautiful and solemn.

In the small martial arts training ground in the northwest corner of the garden.

Zhao Ying gasped, put down the stone lock in his hand, and looked at his still white and tender hands in disbelief.

My strength has increased again!

In three days, my strength has almost doubled!

When he first crossed over, lifting a fifty-pound stone lock with one hand made him blush and his veins popped out. When he put it down, he almost stubbed his toe.

Now with one in each hand, it is as easy as carrying a bucket of water. Although the 150-pound stone lock cannot be lifted yet, the [-]-level stone lock has been successfully unlocked.

Three days...

Is this the benefit of time travel?

He didn't know how many days this change would last, and he didn't know if proper exercise could play a role in promoting it, but Zhao Ying didn't dare to gamble, nor did he dare to give up every opportunity to enhance his own strength.

Just because he traveled to the 35th year of the First Emperor!

He traveled through time and became the eldest grandson of Qin Shihuang and the eldest son of Prince Fusu!

Compared to those fellow travelers who traveled through time in such miserable conditions, without food and clothing, alone, without parents, this wave of benefits for myself is really great - what the hell!

Would it be worse?

Because this year marks the 35th anniversary of the First Emperor of Qin, the turning point in the life of Prince Fusu and the Qin Empire is right in front of us.

If nothing unexpected happens, the rest of his life will soon take a turn for the worse due to the coquettish manipulations of his cheap father Mr. Fu Su. In this year, Prince Fusu fiercely opposed the First Emperor's plan to kill the sorcerers. The First Emperor was so angry that he was expelled from Xianyang and sent to Shangjun to drink from the northwest wind.

Historical records record: "The First Emperor was angry and sent Meng Tian, ​​the Northern Supervisor of Fusu, to Shangjun."

From then on, my father never left. It was not until two years later that Qin Shihuang once again patrolled the east and died of illness in a sand dune. Zhao Gao and Hu Hai falsely conveyed the decree and ordered him to commit suicide. He died in Shangjun angrily. Throughout his life, he never set foot in Xianyang again.

Then, his uncle Hu Hai started the killing mode. Including himself, the entire family, as well as several other uncles he had never met, were also wiped out.

The entire direct lineage of the Great Qin royal family fell into a vast expanse of white. The earth was so clean.

As for the death of Qin II, there is no need to consider it. Zhao Ying feels that the first thing he needs to consider now is how to save his life in this sudden change two years later.

He didn't want to just travel through time and become a burial victim of the Great Qin Empire.

So, in what month did Qin Shihuang get angry and kill the magicians?

While he was thinking about it, he continued to work hard, struggling with the strength of this body.

In troubled times, even the nobles and nobles of Tianhuang are of little use; strong strength is the basis for one's survival.

In the past few days, except for eating and sleeping, he spent almost all his time here. Every day, he learned the methods of the guards in the mansion to build up strength and the exercise methods that later generations heard about, and did various strength training every day. Exercise until you are exhausted.

If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely not be able to do this. Your body will not be able to bear it first. If you don't do it well, it will be self-defeating and hurt your body. But his recovery ability seemed to be different from that of ordinary people. When he was exhausted to the limit, he would rest for half an hour, and he would be full of energy again without feeling any pain in his body.

And the clearly visible feeling of getting stronger every day makes him very motivated.

Another five hundred push-ups.

Feeling that his body had reached its limit, he struggled to stand up, reached out and pulled the towel on the flower stand next to him, and wiped the sweat from his face.

Ready for something to eat.

Yes, my strength has increased rapidly in the past few days, and I have become hungry very quickly.

Ordinary people have two meals a day, ordinary nobles have three meals a day, but he has five meals a day, not counting snacks in the evening.

Fortunately, we have traveled through time to Mr. Fusu's house. If we were in an ordinary family, with this amount of food, the family would be completely depleted in less than three days.

As usual, this morning's snack is a large pot of boiled mutton!

Soon, a large pot of white mutton was served. The corners of Zhao Ying's mouth twitched slightly. This was real boiled mutton. The mutton was rinsed, cut into large pieces, and placed directly on the tripod or in a pot. The kind that is boiled in water without adding any seasoning.

Cook it, take it out, dip it in some salt and eat it...

Fortunately, I'm hungry and everything I eat tastes delicious. These simple boiled muttons can be eaten even if I endure it.

He didn't want Fusu to think there was something wrong with him because of these meals.

After all, the predecessor of this body was a well-behaved baby, and he was not picky about his food on weekdays. If his personality and habits suddenly changed drastically, and he was picky about his food, as if he was a different person, I'm afraid he would be taken for granted. If evil spirits got into their bodies, they would be pulled away and burned directly.

Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the last piece of fat and oily mutton, closed his eyes, drank all the soup in the basin, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Operation Light Basin is in Daqin!

Zhao Ying made a mocking comment to himself, then reached out to the guard in the distance, motioning to remove the plate, and then mentioned it seemingly casually.

"Who else came to visit Aweng at home today..."

"Back to the young master, there are two groups in total. One is the doctor Xi from Yushitai, and the other is the young master's husband, Dr. Chun Yuyue..."

Chunyu Yue?

Zhao Ying couldn't help but frown slightly.

If he was most jealous of who his cheap dad would associate with during this period, then this Chunyu Yue would definitely rank first.

It's not that Chunyu Yue is a bad person, but on the contrary, he is the spiritual leader of today's Confucianism, a court doctor personally selected by Qin Shihuang, and the teacher of his cheap father. He is a well-deserved top figure in the world in terms of morality and knowledge. flow.

But it was precisely because of this that his cheap father admired him so much that even his political philosophy was completely biased towards Confucianism, which led to a break between his father and the great father who had been the emperor for eternity.

In short, what a pit!

If it weren't for his own identity, he would have sent someone to beat him up and throw him into the Weishui River.

"That old don—well, has that old doctor left..."

Zhao Ying raised his eyebrows slightly and stood up, wanting to meet that cheating Chun Yuyue.

You know, now is the most sensitive period, and if this old guy is here, it may not be a good thing. According to the memory of this body's predecessor, the First Emperor has now ordered all the sorcerers who were so daring and repeatedly tried to commit suicide to be imprisoned, and ordered the Yushitai to conduct a strict investigation. This is a famous "trap of Confucianism" in history. The event is not far away.