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A petal fell on his desk, and he wanted to brush it away, but the husband was sitting right in front of him, so he couldn't move.

The gentleman was wearing a white robe, smiled in front of him and said: "I am much older than you, and it is your husband, how about calling you Zhenger?"

The faces among the flowers and trees are like flowers.

Yingzheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in his mouth: "If Mr. Gu taught me under the white flower tree back then, and if the world remains the same, how good would it be?"

"I remember Mr., I like the white flower tree the most, and I always look at the tree in a daze..."

Ying Zheng's voice became softer and softer. In the end, he closed his eyes gently, as if he had really returned to the past, and read softly.

"Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are full and the sky is full. Kungang..."

"Mr. Gu, am I reciting it right?"

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The hand no longer had the strength to hang down from his body.

In the small courtyard back then, the wind blew through the low white trees, and the white flowers among the leaves scattered with the wind and flew into the air.

The gentleman in the white robe stood between the flowers and trees, his eyes relaxed.

The child in black robe sat in front of the table, reciting the book loudly.

The voice was immature, following the leaves of the white flower blown by the wind, it spread far, far away.

Until it was passed among the white clouds and disappeared.

Chapter 237: Let's Go Together (Repair)

Since the first emperor is gone, the aftermath is shocking in the special customs. ——"Passing the Qin Dynasty"

It should be a day when the sky is full of light, and the clouds gather in the day, but they cannot cover the day.

When the sky was bright, the guard of honor was opened, the coffin was lifted, and it slowly walked towards the mausoleum that looked like a palace.

The ministers stood in front of the mausoleum to perform the ceremony, when a strong wind suddenly blew up the robes and made the flags taut.

The loess surged up, seeming to seal up the half of the city with smoke and sand.

Gu Nan stood on that high place, wearing armor and holding the spear.

There was a sound of wind blowing in my ears, and my face was chilled by the wind, and the color of the world was a pale yellow.

The mausoleums of the past dynasties began to be built after the succession of the kings of the past dynasties, such as the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, but Gu Nan had never been there before.

Seeing so clearly, this should be the first time.

A boulder was blown down from a high place, fell down the slope into the mausoleum, and fell to the ground with a soft sound, as if something was disturbed but nothing was disturbed.

The mausoleum was silent, and the only ones standing were the countless clay figurines in front of the burial room.

Some of the clay figurines look like soldiers, some are soldiers and horses, and some are chariots and horses.It is painted with colored paint, and its complexion looks like a stranger.

Standing in front of the group of terracotta warriors and horses was a group of faceless soldiers dressed in pure black armor.

Their faces were covered by the ferocious animal face armor, so they couldn't leave their faces, and some only had the cold uniform face armor.

In front of the team of masked soldiers was a general with the same mask. The general was slightly thinner, with a spear in his hand standing by his side, and a long sword with no grid across his waist.

The only difference is that there is no lacquer painted on the figurines, but only one piece of stone white.

Everything was silent, and countless clay figurines stood there, looking at the dome.

The coffin entered the tomb, and the people on both sides began to bury the mausoleum.

Earth and rocks fell from both sides, fell on their bodies, fell on their shoulders, slid from their bodies, and piled up under their feet.

Until everything returns to the loess, there is nothing left to show.

After the ceremony, when the group of officials gradually left and the guard of honor dispersed, Li Si stood there alone, looking at the endless sky, with a resolute gaze.

Now that the world is suffering and the people of the world are suffering from hunger, the old grievances will definitely incite the flames again at this time.

The first emperor passed away again now, he understood that the world will eventually be in chaos again, and this chaos will happen.

The old and gloomy figure stood alone there, the sand blowing past his feet, his eyes closed lightly, Li Si's hands were behind his back, as if he was standing alone in front of the sky and the earth.

It was a cold day, and Li Si's gray hair was blown by the long wind. Perhaps he had seen what Daqin's future was, and what his own future was.

But he seemed to have no intention of taking half a step back.

A man in white robes came towards him in the distance, holding a spear in his hand, dragging the spear point across the ground.

The two glanced at each other, and the white robe walked past him.

"Scholar, tell me, what is the future of Daqin?"

A question came from behind him.

Li Si laughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing more than burning this thin sky to the ground."

"The Great Qin is still here, so Si will be the Prime Minister of the country, the prime minister and the security of the country."

"The death of the Great Qin Dynasty is nothing more than dying in the loess with this rotten body."

The man in white robe behind him was silent for a while, then raised his head and asked.

"Together?"

"Let's go together."

The yellow sand covered it, and the man in white robe left.

Li Si stood where he was, raised his head and laughed a long time. After laughing, he let out a long sigh.

"Prosperous World, where is it?"

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When the first emperor died, Fu Su succeeded to the throne. At the age of 12, the prime minister, Li Sizuozheng, ordered troops to be garrisoned in various places, and food was allocated to various places.

A family in the countryside, the thatched hut looks simple, it must have been built hastily.Last year, the snowstorm crushed the original house, so that this hut was hastily built, which should be barely enough for the Venerable Master to live in.

No crops can be seen on the field in the distance outside the house, but the field has been deserted for about a year, and nothing can be grown. It is either snowstorm or drought for a year.

The fence in front of the hut was pushed aside, and a thin man walked in with a bag of soybean grains in his hand.