It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Today, Xu Zhi is no longer the child who used to lie on the palace beam and secretly watch the grand occasion ten years ago.

By her side was no longer just Li Xian, but several officials who were in contact with Wang Ben.

The sky was full of bright rays of light and the clouds had all moved to the other side, forming a clean and vast blue sky.

At the gate of Xianyang Palace, the sharp soldiers of the Great Qin stood solemnly on both sides, their armor shining, spears held straight in their hands, as unshakable as their bodies.

The curtains on the mat were rolled up, and under the blue sky, the sunlight was bright, illuminating her beautiful face and her red robe.

There were rules in the Qin Dynasty, but compared with the Ming and Qing Dynasties, they were quite relaxed and the subjects were not too restrained.

Everyone no longer had to stand there in a threatening manner, and everyone placed their seats at the table.

Yao Jia was the prime minister and sat close to Xu Zhi.

He was thinking, wondering whether he should tell her the news that came out of Baqiao Palace last night.

——Xunzi has been haunted by nightmares since he entered Baqiao. He is old and cannot endure this torture. He will not live for more than two days. This is the result of the secret diagnosis made by Xia Wuqi, the head of the medical family, and it cannot be false.

Yao Jia glanced at Ying Hehua in front of him again, "..."

Her eyes finally met his.

"Shangqing has something to say?"

She was motionless, her voice was quiet, and her temperature was negligible.

Yao Jia, who was already undecided, suddenly felt very nervous.

Shen Zhi had already walked up to him, "Sir Shangqing?"

There is still no definite news about the future of Qin State, and Wang Wan is still holding on. If he rushes to tell Ying Hehua this at this time... wouldn't it show his position?

Having been engaged in diplomacy for many years, Yao Jia is not the kind of person who will put all his eggs in one basket.

He thought about it and decided to keep silent, then he said timidly: "The princess has never asked me about the follow-up of that incident, I..."

"Shang Qing," she raised her hand slightly.

Yao Jia stopped.

Her face looked normal, she looked up against the sunlight, but her tone was low and she only said one sentence.

"The weather is fine today."

It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about things that made her unhappy.

Whether it is Zhang Liang who has lost his memory or Xunzi who is about to die, one is the rejection of the old past, and the other is the fall that was about to shape the future.

In fact, they are very similar, and none of them is suitable to be discussed today.

Yao Jia immediately talked about some trivial matters, and mentioned something about Zheng Guo and his colleague Shi Lu preparing to go to Lingnan.

"Will Zheng Guo also go to Lingnan?" Xu Zhi was puzzled. There was no record in history that Zheng Guo participated in the construction of Lingqu Canal.

Seeing that her expression had finally eased, Yao Jia couldn't help but say a few more words. "Perhaps the situation in Guanzhong has been resolved, so we can go to Lingnan."

"Zheng Guo said before that he would live in Guanzhong for a long time. Lingnan is remote and has many local miasma. Shi Lu is enough. Why would he go there?"

Xu Zhi felt that Zheng Guo had obviously underestimated the severity of the situation in the south. He was probably the most straightforward student of Xunzi. She spoke more seriously.

Yao Jia remembered that there was another person in Zhilan Palace who was naturally very shrewd. Since he couldn't speak about Zhang Liang's affairs, there was someone who could speak for him.

"I heard that the Water Commander asked the king for another deputy position. If the princess is concerned, she can ask Zheng, the head of the department, for other matters."

In such a ceremony, in addition to the minister Yao Jia, there was also a doctoral official as per custom.

He looked young, only in his early thirties, with a pair of very shrewd and capable eyes.

Xu Zhi had never seen that doctoral official, as there were too many doctors in Qin. But judging from the red clothes he wore, he was probably a doctoral candidate, not higher than Chunyu Yue's rank.

In this situation, Xu Zhi couldn't speak freely.

Soon, she would find out that the red-robed doctor was no unknown person.

Sima Qian commented on Shusun Tong, whose theory was "the ancestor of Confucianism in the Han Dynasty."

The young Shusun Tong could not quite understand what was happening.

Although the eldest prince Fusu is not in Xianyang, the king still has other princes. Even though she is Fusu's biological sister and even though she brought the sage Xunzi to the Qin State, she is just a princess.

Most of the Qin subjects also had memories of Princess Yong'an's failed marriage to Chu.

In the pre-Qin period, people were very open to women's marriages, and it didn't matter if they married for the second or third time. But for women, an important criterion for reaching the age of 15 was to be promised marriage.

She had not married yet and was not the eldest daughter of the king. From the Confucian point of view, she had no sense of order and disregarded etiquette.

But the important officials of Qin had no objection.

What role does Ying Hehua play in the court of Qin? A political vase, or a powerful figure who should not be underestimated?

Today's ceremony is completely different from the previous return ceremony after the destruction of Han and Wei!

The flag and seal of Qi State represent that the whole world belongs to Qin.

The general had been fighting outside for many years and one day returned to the court.

The court asked Yong'an to come to welcome Wang Ben. Wouldn't Wang Ben, who had returned to Qin, feel that the royal family was looking down on him?

The summer wind is hot, and looking around, you can see a field of roof tiles unique to the Qin Dynasty.

When Xunzi first entered Qin, she stepped into Mount Zhongnan. Mo Qi told her about these ancient buildings. He seemed to be particularly knowledgeable about roof tiles.

Xu Zhi listened with great interest, as if she was back in her school days.

"The patterns on Qin's tiles are relatively high, with mother and child deer and flying geese. The styles of the six kingdoms were different. Zhao had mostly plain tiles, but also a small number of round tiles with deer patterns and deformed cloud patterns. Wei had tiles with rolling cloud patterns. Yan's tiles were in the shape of a mountain, with many half tiles with rolling cloud patterns and tiles with taotie patterns. Qi had round tiles with forest patterns and double animal rolling cloud patterns. Chu had mostly half tiles, but also round tiles, but not too many."

Mo Qi's tone is ups and downs, sometimes rapid, sometimes long, accompanied by long silences, with the kind of desolation unique to people in the Republic of China.

Xu Zhi thought that her grandfather was probably the same as Mo Qi before his death. They were once deeply buried in a dark past.

So if the person who came to Qin was grandfather, would he be like her or like Mo Qi?

"Mr. Mo's words always make me feel familiar and kind."

"I thought the princess would not be interested in such patterns. Patterned tiles are of no use to you."

"In fact, my previous job was pretty much the same as what you said."

Mo Qi knew the past she was talking about, and he wanted to ask what it was, but then he thought that he and she had different views on the future of Qin. They were not on the same path, so why bother asking?

He simply handed her the rolled-up stack of silk manuscripts in his hand.

The one drawn above is a transport tool. If it is well made, huge rocks weighing hundreds of pounds can be carried up the mountain.

Xu Zhi happily accepted it, "Sir, this thing will be very useful in building the Great Wall or paving a straight road." "I thought you wouldn't want to."

"I don't want to be involved in government affairs." Mo Qi said: "Building a large number of fortifications in Qin can save people's manpower. I won't stop you from doing things that benefit the country and the people."

No matter who he is, if he wants to compete with Li Si, it will be difficult to win. If he wants to fight for a path different from the Legalists in Qin, it will be even more difficult.

Mo Qi understood this very well in time and space.

When Mo Qi thought of this, he couldn't bear to pour cold water on the younger generation again and again. What if, by some chance, she and Li Xian could really tear a hole in the blockade of fate?

He asked something else, "Just now I heard you say that your job is similar to what I said, and you are also a female teacher?"

I don’t know if I saw it wrong, but when Mo Qi mentioned the words "female teacher", Xu Zhi felt a flash of light in his eyes.

Mo Qi didn't know about the Terracotta Warriors that were unearthed in the 1970s.

She smiled and shook her head.

Mo Qi saw her pointing at the ground, and then said to him: "I don't teach. But I am not far from where I used to work, and I am not far from the content of my work, so the time is not too long."

Mo Qi completely misunderstood her meaning. The princess of Ying Zheng, could it be that in his time, she was the descendant of a northwestern warlord?

"Your last name is Feng?"

She didn't know why he asked that and shook her head a second time.

When Mo Qi heard the following words, he was suddenly stunned.

The old memories became more and more fresh, rushing back to him one after another.

He felt that this was the cycle of time and space, and that fate had other plans.

she says,

"My last name is Xu, and I'm an archaeologist."

Mo Qi thought he had heard wrongly.

May.

"Surname, Xu? Xu..."

Mo Qi thought of Xu Kai unnaturally.

She thought Mo Qi didn't believe it.

She just laughed casually as if she was joking, "It's Xu. Xu with the character yan. To be honest, our Xu family has been doing this for three generations. My father is a textual critic, studying ancient books from the Qing Dynasty, mainly those left over from the Republic of China. I don't know about my grandfather. As for me, I used to be in Xianyang, doing excavations from the Qin Dynasty. Who knows, I may stay here in the future."

Xianyang during the Qin Dynasty.

here.

Mo Qi heard a hint of sadness in his joke. "The Imperial Mausoleum of Mount Li." "Could it be that... the Imperial Mausoleum has been completely excavated?"

Xu Zhi made a shushing gesture, "I can't say for sure whether it was the part that my father was building, but my technology was not good enough at that time, so I could only see a part of it. We called the part we saw the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit."

Mo Qi trembled a little.

Xu Kai once made some progress in his research on the connection between the Emperor Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum and the River Map and Luoshu. He led his group to the northwest, but was unexpectedly spotted by spies on the way...

Seeing Mo Qi holding the book in a daze, Xu Zhi looked at this person who was neither old nor new, and she also thought of the past.

"I used to have unrealistic ideas. I wanted to study them. I also thought that resting them in the ground was the best way to protect them."

Once upon a time, someone said the same thing.

Shortly before the accident, Xu Kai sent him a letter and several sets of photos.

The photos show Buddha heads that are taller than humans, and they were blown to pieces.

Look at those men in military uniforms and holding bayonets.

Mo Qi knew at that time that they might be shipped overseas and might appear in museums in other countries.

Armies attack each other, foreign invaders invade. The world is scorching, how can there be peace like a window?

In their eyes, cultural relics are living things, but in the eyes of the enemy, they are dead objects, valuable artifacts, and a display of victory.

Xu Kai and Tang Yuan were powerless and had spent all their wealth. They were just a speck of dust in the face of the times and could not stop the army's plunder.

——Brother Zhipei, I am both happy and sad to have found a treasure. If the cultural relics underground had never seen the light of day, could this disaster have been avoided? I often think about this, but I am powerless and can only cry with my face up. Attached are four photos of the large stone Buddha statue. Kai was saddened when he saw it, and it is regretful to write it down. I want to send the treasure to the National Institute of Archaeology, hoping that the government will preserve it. My decision was born out of great sorrow. Brother, please think carefully and I hope you will send me a telegram as soon as possible.

There was a bang, it was the sound of a gunshot, but also the echo of fate.

Some mysterious force guided them to cross two thousand years.

They are two generations that should have been separated by life and death, but now they are destined to face each other.

Mo Qi chanted.

"Here we are chopping wood, pouring wine, and bringing fat sheep. I will take them to my fathers. It would be better if they did not come, and did not care about me."

(The axe is whirring as the wood is felled, and the wine is pure and free of impurities. Since there are fat lambs here, I invite uncles and aunts to come and talk about friendship. Even if they can't come, it can't be said that I lack sincerity.)