Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

This is an insignificant thing that an emperor can do...

In a trance, I vaguely saw an illusory scene.

On the bank of Huangquan, the heroic souls lined up, the fathers of this country opened their eyes and seemed to be smiling, watching this country decline and move forward in shame, a century of blood washed away the labels engraved by the countries of that era.

It turned out that it has been more than 100 years.

Perhaps, this country is not the one they are familiar with, perhaps, future generations have forgotten their appearance, perhaps, the sacrifice is not meaningless.

The old man remembers the compatriots shrouded in horse leather one by one in the past, his vision is blurred, his body is old, but he can still remember the smile, the pain, the relief...

Witnessing the glorious glory of this moment, perhaps some people can understand what kind of power is tending people to death.

It is a dream that is above money, cannot be touched, and cannot be afforded.

In this illusory dream, there is a big country, a person in my heart, and a family.

back home...

This sentence has been waited too long, too long.

The flames danced fiercely in the chest cavity, extending.

The dream that the heroic soul and the loyal soul prayed for came true, but the scene that should have been filled with tears found that the eyes were blood red, and no more tears could flow.

The heroic Qin Yin went up to the sky to listen.

The martyrs of the past walked through the dimensional limitations of the universe and the universe, and looked at the forged backbone of a great country, or were amazed, or curious, but the same turned into a faint smile.

At a glance, a hundred years.

No words, no voice, just raised the corners of the mouth, blessing our compatriots.

Until the last second when the smoke cleared.

Everything is just a false illusion, and everything is so real.

She leaned over, sprinkled the wine on the ground, and sacrificed to my martyr.

"Greetings to the sky, the sun, the moon, and the mountains and rivers."

"The luck of the week is over, and the luck of the nations is also over today. I, Yingzheng, proclaim myself emperor, called the first emperor, and lead my people in Great Qin to build the most powerful country. Looking at the world, people and gods will learn from each other!"

Enthroned, crowned as emperor.

She turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of subjects who were bending over the stage.

Tell everything to the world.

Chapter 540: Cute, Cute and Helpless

Echoing the scene just now, Yan Ce was convinced.

He has seen it.

Maybe it's very inexplicable, but his first feeling is indeed like this, the emotion that is surging in the chest conveys...familiarity.

The gazes of the people from afar focus on the platform for offering sacrifices to the sky, and under the sky, the bones of the capital welcome back to be buried in the land with their ancestors.

Six generations meet in this illusory dream.

And then, goodbye.

As the last paragraph of the movement fell, after a hundred years, the loyal soul who had wandered outside Hangu Pass for a century was rested in peace.

General Qin Shang and all the soldiers present saluted.

Six generations of heroic souls, wearing the national flag.

Whether it is specifications or others, it is the highest etiquette standard of Qin State.

phantom shadows, dissipated;

The space where heroic souls sleep is broken.

Accompanied by the long wind that pierced the sky, the flags fluttered, and the bright scenery shone with an unimaginable dream.

The ceremony ended in a quaint movement, from the beginning of silence, from the end of silence, the world ushered in a true unity, waiting for a prosperous age where everyone is like a dragon after hundreds of thousands of years.

Ying Zheng stepped down from the stage of offering sacrifices to heaven.

Follow in His Majesty's footsteps and return to the royal court.

The last traces of Zhou dissipated, the flowers bloomed and fell, and only the Qin character banner remained.

At the state banquet set up by the royal court, the courtiers raised their bottles to celebrate the sorrow and glory of hundreds of years. The exhausted prince girl seemed to be allergic to alcohol, so she had to be helped to rest in the courtyard.

The moment Yan Ce stepped into the royal court, his majesty grabbed his hand and dragged him into the corridor connected behind the royal court.

Yan Ce felt a sense of panic.

Walking through the corridor all the way, neither of them made a sound, and they didn't let go of their hands until they entered a palace.

The emperor frowned slightly, staring at the young man in front of him, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, and the look on his face under the crown was a bit difficult to understand.

"..."

In short, it is not quite like the joy of reuniting after a long absence.