The night is getting darker, with the occasional cold wind howling. After a day of hustle and bustle in Xianyang City, which stands on the shore of the Weishui River, the huge city is gradually falling into silence, and the star-like lights are slowly being swallowed up by the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a spark of fire in a corner of Xianyang City. In just a moment, those little sparks turned into a prairie fire. In the blink of an eye, they gathered into a sea of ​​fire. The dark night sky seemed to be ignited, and the cold wind seemed to start to heat up.

Occasionally, the sound of shouting and cursing could be heard in the distance along the cold wind, and soon the sea of ​​​​fire suddenly started to move, splitting into countless long fire snakes and scattering towards Xianyang City.

The sounds of people, horses, swords, golden swords, and dogs barking mixed together, instantly turning Xianyang City into a pot of boiling porridge on a winter night.

On the north bank of the Wei River, in a corner of the endless palaces of Xianyang Palace, in a palace that is not very eye-catching, Qin Feng, who had just fallen asleep with great difficulty, was awakened by the sudden noise in Xianyang City. He opened his eyes and looked at the tents above his head.

The flickering shadows of the candlelight dimmed for a while, and I pulled up the quilt and covered my head.

It has been three days since he came here. Three days ago, more than two thousand years later, he was living a 996 life of a social animal, without any trouble day after day.

If nothing else happened, then the accident came. He rescued a girl who fell into the water while running at night. The girl went ashore, but he sank to the bottom of the river. There were waves and waves and he just finished playing. Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes again.

It’s in this body now.

It was also a coincidence that three days ago, the owner of this body went to Orchid Pond to play, and unfortunately fell into the lake. After being rescued, he fell ill, and then passed away silently at night, until Qin

The wind wakes up through this body and becomes the master of this body.

Under the diagnosis and treatment of the imperial physician, Qin Feng's body had recovered from the cold in just two or three days. Apart from being a little weak, he was already able to walk.

Although he was a little confused at first and thought he had accidentally entered the set of a costume drama, the three days he spent lying in bed allowed Qin Feng to finally understand his situation and his current identity.

Gao.

Fifteen years old——Ying Gao?

Anyway, Qin Feng would not admit that his surname was Zhao, so wouldn’t he become Zhao Gao?

After being bedridden for three days, Qin Feng never saw anyone else except for the few three or four attendants around him and the imperial doctor who was ordered to come for diagnosis and treatment. Not to mention that the First Emperor who overlooked Liuhe had never been here.

None of his brothers and sisters have ever come to see him, which shows the status of this sixteenth prince in Xianyang Palace.

In addition to these, he also knew that the First Emperor, who had conquered the ages and created the unification of China, was still alive. For him, this was probably the only good news.

Speaking of which, Qin Feng is actually from a liberal arts background, and he knows a little bit about history, especially pre-Qin history. After all, the Qin Dynasty was the beginning of the true unification of China. But he only has a rough understanding of some extremely important events involving specific time periods.

But I really don’t know much.

The Qin Empire was splendid enough. It unified weights and measures, the same track for carriages, the same writing for books, the system of counties and counties, and many other measures, which undoubtedly left a deep mark on generations of dynasties in the future.

But the Great Qin Empire was also short-lived. Once the First Emperor died, the huge empire fell apart and died in just three or four years.

As for the owner of his body, Gongzi Gao, if Qin Feng remembers correctly and the historical trajectory does not deviate too much, he should be one of the four sons of the First Emperor clearly recorded in historical materials. Among them, Fusu and

Needless to say Hu Hai, the remaining two are Gongzi Jianglu and Gongzi Gao.

However, compared with the two princes Fusu and Hu Hai who left a lot of ink in history, the two princes Jianglu and Gao have only been mentioned in a few words in numerous historical materials.

Obviously, both in history books and in the eyes of the First Emperor, who had many children, their presence was not high.

According to historical records, when Hu Hai, the second emperor of Qin, massacred his brothers and sisters, the three Jianglu brothers committed suicide, while Gongzi Gao took the initiative to find Hu Hai, the second emperor of Qin, and asked to be buried for the first emperor in order to save his family.

Family lives.

God gave him a chance to live again. If he could live a peaceful life as a prince with fine clothes and fine food, Qin Feng would be extremely happy.

But the history he could still remember in his mind told him that when the First Emperor died, it would be difficult for him to die quickly.

Now he, Ying Gao, naturally didn't want to go and bury the First Emperor, but after thinking about it for a few days, he really didn't know what he, the sixteenth prince with no sense of existence, could do now, and where to start.

The few attendants around me either didn't know anything about it, or they just kept mumbling for a long time and couldn't hold it in.

During these three days, Ying Gao could see some of the few servants serving him every day with gray heads and bruised faces.

The waiter didn't tell him the reason, nor did he ask. Tu Zeng was melancholy when he asked.

Who can be in Xianyang Palace?

Obviously, because his master is like a transparent person among the many princes in Xianyang Palace, in the circle of servants in Xianyang Palace, the few servants around him are also at the lowest level.

The hustle and bustle in Xianyang City outside the palace has no intention of stopping. Instead, it is getting louder and louder than the last wave. Listening to the getting louder and louder on the other side, what is going on?

Ying Gao couldn't help but turn over and sit up, shouting: "Qi? Qi?"

Qi is one of Ying Gao's four servants.

"Master, Master, Qi is here, Qi is here."

Qi, who was waiting outside, responded and trotted into the inner room with his back hunched over the wind.

"What are your orders, Master? Do you want some food?"

When Qi saw Ying Gao who had already sat up, he quickly leaned over and bowed.

"Why is it so noisy outside?"

"Young Master, Qi...Qi doesn't know."

"If you don't know, just ask. How can you sleep with so much noise?"

"Here."

Looking at Qi who was half-bowed and retreating quickly, Ying Gao sighed helplessly. No wonder he was always bullied, and everyone looked like a fool.

Within a moment, Qi rushed in in a panic.

"Young master is not good, not good."

"My young master is very good, why are you panicking?" Ying Gao scolded.

"Revealing the crime, revealing the crime..."

With a look of panic on his face, Qi quickly knelt on the ground and said in panic.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it. What's going on outside? It's so noisy."

"Sir, your majesty... your majesty has been assassinated!"

"What? His Majesty was assassinated? Where was he assassinated? In the palace?"

When Ying Gao heard Qi's words, his heart jumped and he asked hurriedly.

Gao Jianli later remembered that the First Emperor was never assassinated in Xianyang Palace.

Is it because of myself that the butterfly effect happened so quickly?

"Back to the young master, your majesty was traveling in Lanchi tonight and was assassinated by thieves. Fortunately, the soldiers accompanying him fought to the death, and your majesty returned to the palace safely without any serious problems. At this time, the doctor ordered General Meng and Weiwei General Yang to arrest the assassins throughout the city.

, that’s why the city is so noisy tonight.”

Qi lay on the ground and said quickly.

"Lanchi was assassinated...Lanchi...Lanchi..."

Ying Gao murmured, desperately trying to recall the history that he could remember.

The First Emperor was assassinated four times in total.

Jing Ke's assassination of Qin is a famous allusion. It is also the first assassination of the First Emperor recorded in historical data. Later, Gao Jianli assassinated Jing Ke in order to avenge Jing Ke. This was the second time.

The third time was when the Eastern Patrol was assassinated by Zhang Liang's strong men in Bolangsha. The fourth time was when the First Emperor came to visit Lanchi at night and was robbed.

I originally wanted to see the Qin Dynasty, which became more and more prosperous under my rule after unifying the six kingdoms, but I never thought that I would be almost robbed and killed by a dozen thieves in Lanchi next to Xianyang Palace. You can imagine the anger of the First Emperor.

The doctor ordered General Meng? Is it Meng Tian or Meng Yi?

Ying Gao could only think of the two brothers. As for General Yang, he had no idea who he was.

Alas, I have forgotten most of the things I have learned over the years. I have no skills in craftsmanship and no skills in technique. It is really useless to give a chance.

Qi, who was kneeling in front of the bed, saw his young master muttering to himself in a daze, thinking that he was scared to death. He did not dare to speak and could only lie tightly on the ground.

As a close servant, Qi naturally knew very well the status of his young master in Xianyang Palace.

Not to mention the eldest prince Fusu, not to mention the princess, the other princes who are slightly favored at least have the title of doctor.

The most favored 18th prince, Hu Hai, was only 13 years old and already had the title of Marquis of Julen and the title of Marquis of Jiancheng. Not only did he tour the east with the First Emperor, but he was also said to be on the list of meritorious officials who carved letters at Langyatai.

As for my own young master, although he has not yet reached the crown at the age of fifteen, he does not hold any title.

Now that the First Emperor is still alive, the son can still have a palace in Xianyang Palace. However, if the First Emperor really dies and the new emperor succeeds to the throne, with his son's status and popularity among many princes and princesses, I am afraid that there will be nothing left.

I was kicked out of the palace.

If he is really kicked out of the palace, in addition to retaining the status of a royal family member, his own son cannot lift his shoulders or carry him, and he is afraid that his life will be worse than that of a mere Guizhou leader.

What will happen to my son at that time? How will his servants like me deal with it? The more I think about it, the more I feel that the future is bleak, and I start to sob unconsciously.

"Your Majesty is fine, and I am not dead. Why are you howling?"

Naturally, Ying Gao didn't know what Qi was thinking, so he said impatiently.

"If you know the crime, please punish me."

"Okay, okay, stop howling. Let me ask you, what do you think if I want to go to the palace tomorrow?"

I don’t know whether the princes and princesses enter and leave Xianyang Palace at will, but staying in Xianyang Palace all the time is obviously not an option.

Ying Gao didn't know how long the First Emperor could live, but if he did nothing, given his status, he would have no choice but to wait until the First Emperor passed away and be buried obediently.

"Young Master, you must never, absolutely must not."
To be continued...