The Night Watchman of Siheyuan

The imperial garden of the Qin royal palace in 251 BC.

A young child has been waiting here for a long time.

Since Bai Qi's death, the Qin State seemed to have lost its former vitality. It was no longer as brave as it was in the past, and for at least a dozen years, it had no power to conquer the six states. The Qin Palace also looked a little desolate, the flowers and plants in the royal garden had long withered, and the howling north wind inevitably added a bit of bleakness to the place.

Ying Xin, the youngest son of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, is six years old this year, and it is also the sixth year since he came to this world. History can prove that there is no such person, because he is a genuine time traveler, a top student in the history department, who inexplicably came to this world six years ago. When he woke up, he was in the ancestral hall, and he could talk and walk, but no one seemed to find it strange. It is also possible that he forgot to drink Mengpo soup and came to this world with his memory. If so, he must have accomplished something great.

I come, I see, I conquer.

Go to the top of the world, go to the top of life, destroy the world, sweep the world, what's the use of Brother Zheng. Unify the earth, you dare to say "work four days and rest three days" in front of me, just work one day and rest six days, ha ha ha

In fact, although he was loved by his father, he had never been out of the palace, and it was his first time to visit the imperial garden. He usually stayed in the ancestral temple, and his every move was under strict protection. It was right to say that he was a minor prince of Qin, but the key point was that only his father and a few old men in the royal family knew about it, and no one else knew about it. What was the use of such a minor prince (or prince)?

I want to go out. In the past few years, besides studying, I have been practicing martial arts under a few old immortals. The strange thing is that they only teach me the moves, but not the mental methods. Although I am considered a genius, in just a few years, I have become a first-class strength with only the moves but not the mental methods. But I have never been able to beat a few old immortals, and I don’t know what realm they are. But these are not important. The important thing is that the old immortals are really vicious. I am injured almost every day. If it weren’t for the medicinal bath, I would have died young. (The realm of martial arts is third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, and grandmaster, and the unity of man and nature. The first-rate is not a low realm in the martial arts world. As long as you don’t commit suicide, you can usually do whatever you want.)

Oh, sorry, I got off track. The old man won't live long. It's basically impossible for me to be the King of Qin. The main reason is that I'm really young. Besides, where are those brothers I've never met? Even if the old man is willing, I don't want to do it. That's not my job. I can't bear the hardship of being a king. I sleep later than a dog and get up earlier than a chicken. There are so many things to do. I'll give you some palace fights when I'm free.

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it. Then I'll prepare to run away. When the old man dies, there will be a commotion before the new king takes the throne. Brother Zhu died in three days, and there will be another commotion. I'd better run away. Otherwise, my identity will also be a problem. I can't be trapped in this ancestral hall for the rest of my life.

Go to the fiefdom. I am not old enough, but I don’t have any fiefdom. This is very embarrassing. Run away. I am only six years old. What’s the use of running away? I can’t run far. What if I get killed? Survival is the most important thing. And I can’t escape the control of these old men.

After thinking about it, there is only one way left, which is to go out and learn from a famous teacher. That is to go out and find a teacher to learn from, and you have to find the right one, because the one who relies on the most can live longer.

No matter what, first of all, we have to get the cheap old man's consent. Going out is easy, but you need money to go out. You can't starve to death outside. Food, clothing, housing and transportation all cost money.

You still need someone to protect you. This is a chaotic world. Who cares who you are? If they say they will kill you, it will be a waste of your life. Even if someone helps you to avenge yourself, what can they do? Who knows how tall the grass on your grave will be.

The old man had to take action for this matter. He was his biological son. Although most emperors were lonely, he did not rebel, did not aspire to the throne, and few people knew about it. It would be beneficial to the Qin State, and he was young. With the help of his cuteness, the matter would be almost settled.

As a result, a few old guys passed the message, and now I'm just waiting here, waiting for the result.

It's winter now. Is it appropriate for me, with my small arms and legs, to wait in the cold wind?

He is a young master no matter how big or small he is.

A-choo, damn, I think I have a cold, it’s all the old man’s fault.

While secretly slandering his own father, he prayed that the old man would come soon. It was really unbearable to be cold.

"Tian'er, are you sure you want to go out and wander around?" An old man who looked a bit old but without any imperial majesty asked Ying Xin.

Without waiting for Ying Xin to answer, he continued, "The cold wind is already very cold, but the environment outside is a hundred times colder than the cold wind, and there are murderous intentions everywhere. You will not accept the status of a young master, and the luxurious clothes and delicious food will be far away from you."

At this moment, the old man no longer looks like an emperor. He is not the king of Qin, but the elder of the child in front of him.

Yingxin was also slightly moved, and the cold north wind also became a little warmer.

"Tian'er knows, but Xin'er doesn't want to be a parasite who only knows how to enjoy himself. Xin'er doesn't even know what he wants to do, nor does he know how to benefit the Qin State. Then he should go out for a walk, see a little, and learn a little. This will preserve the friendship of his family and not be a waste of himself. Besides, I always feel like I want to do something, but I don't know what to do. It's good to go out for a walk and see a little."

The last words were true. Yingtian really had some feeling, but it was not so obvious. It seemed that this trip was guided by some kind of guidance.

King Zhaoxiang of Qin seemed to have met this child for the first time. He felt familiar and unfamiliar. However, when he thought about his identity carefully, he was relieved. After all, he was a person who was born with knowledge and had the talent to become a saint. It was extraordinary, truly extraordinary.

After a long time, I almost thought that he was my own child. I gave him the throne of King Qin, after all, it was the most suitable one for him. Or he could be a prince, and a life without worries was a good ending.

But he is indeed the son of the emperor, born to be the emperor. One day he will fully awaken and begin his mission.

King Zhaoxiang of Qin was silent for a long time, feeling reluctant and unwilling, but he could only let it go in the end: "Tian'er, no, Yingtian or Shangtian is more appropriate. I know everything you said, and I will arrange everything for you to go out. Now I will tell you a secret that the Ying family has kept for hundreds of years. Your surname should be Shang, Shang Tang's Shang. You are not my child, but a disciple of Shang Tang's lineage, that is, the ancestor of my Ying family. Your appearance is a natural mission."

Before he finished his words, a bolt of lightning struck at the feet of King Zhaoxiang of Qin.