The sun is gradually fading, and the clouds are gradually fading. The Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Xi'an reveals its vicissitudes under the broken shadow of the setting sun. This is an ordinary dusk.
Some citizens suddenly saw a little golden light emerging from the top of the tower.
People feel weird, and people are always particularly curious about mysterious things. In less than a moment, they gathered at the bottom of the tower.
1983, golden dusk.
The first pottery head of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses was dug out by a Shaanxi farmer named Shui Gen.
In 1946, archaeologist Xu Kai was riding in a dilapidated work vehicle, which secretly pulled several workers to Gansu to search for the Hetu Luoshu under the legendary ruins of the Qin Great Wall.
That afternoon, Xu Kai saw his companion holding the jade tablet with a cold face, and the Japanese companion who worked with him pressed a pistol against his temple.
"Professor Xu, I'm sorry."
Blood splattered on the loess of the Great Wall of Qin. Xu Kai's eyes widened as he stared at the Hetu Jade Tablet in despair.
His blood spit out from his mouth and poured on the jade. He knew that he would never be able to keep it in China during his lifetime. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wished that the ancient Great Wall could stretch out its hands and catch the secret agent.
He vowed to build the loess with his body and pray for future generations to find the jade slab. His body remained and slowly merged with the yellow sand.
The dusk that day also exuded golden light.
2022, July 25, 5:30 pm——
Xu Zhi, who was in Xianyang, was holding up a work sign in a panic. There was a black and white photo on his phone. It was a local newspaper. The header of the photo clearly read: Archaeologists suspected of discovering the remains of the Qin Great Wall in Gansu.
The person in the photo is wearing work clothes and standing with his arms folded, a stack of information rolled up in his pocket, a pen on his chest, and a sincere smile on his face.
It's him! It was her grandfather who kept mumbling in silence - his father Xu Kai. Yes, such an erudite and simple scholar would never abandon his family and go to the United States before the war. He went to inspect the ruins and then disappeared. She finally found her grandfather in the vast archives of the Republic of China!
She couldn't suppress her excitement and her hands trembled.
Why my grandfather disappeared for decades. The ruins of the Great Wall of Qin mentioned in the newspaper have been excavated long ago, and there are no abnormalities.
Was my grandfather looking for something back then?
An idea suddenly aroused in her body. The Xu family has inherited the family education since Xu Kai. She is a student who has just graduated from the archeology major and has professional sensitivity.
Terracotta Warriors and Horses
The road ahead is dark.
She found the exit.
It was slightly bright, but it was a flat plain without any high-rise buildings.
"Did I walk into a newly developed ruins?" She just took a step forward, looked down, and was shocked to see that her clothes had completely shrunk in size! He also became smaller, holding a handful of loess mud in his hands.
"Quju? Why am I wearing this?"
She used the quickest and most effective judgment to suspect whether she had been abducted.
When she looked back, she noticed something strange.
There were actually a lot of armors from the Warring States Period behind them.
"Princess, the king said it's time for you to return to the palace."
Judging from her strong business ability, she suspected that she had encountered one of the three major events in the novel, traveling through time and space.
She quickly adapted to her body, and on the way to the carriage, she adapted to the fact that she had become smaller.
A 23-year-old modern soul resides in a little girl of about six years old.
When she got on the car, she saw the man in black robe and his ministers sitting in the middle.
The moment the man raised his eyes to look at her, it was a perspective that pierced her soul, and her body trembled involuntarily.
She didn't dare move.
Judging from his clothing, it may be from the pre-Qin period.
She wasn't sure which king he was, but judging from the water-patterned tiger flag, Yue Mo was Qin.
"He Hua, are you running away for fun again?" he asked casually, his voice comparable to the attractiveness of a meteorite.
A chill ran down the back of her neck. He hesitated and couldn't say a few words.
At this time, they all looked at her in unison. He and his ministers both had beautiful eyes. I only heard the ministers bowing humbly and politely: "Princess Hehua, Your Majesty, I will leave first."
"My guest, please go slowly." He stood up slightly and looked at the man who called himself Wei Chen.
The minister's thin figure made his official uniform unfitting.
She stood there calmly and nodded blankly.
Li, Si?
She said the name silently in her mind.
So he is?
Xu Zhi looked at him confused and at a loss. The answer is almost ready to come out.
Li Si calls me princess, so am I his daughter?
Ying Zheng's daughter?
Xu Zhi almost couldn't laugh or cry.
She worshiped Ying Zheng. There were hundreds of emperors throughout the ages, but she only regarded him as one emperor throughout the ages. Ever since she was a student, she had a special feeling for him.
Now, she looked at him. They no longer had the barrier of time and space. She no longer understood his life through the display window of cultural relics, but they were face to face.
She could even touch him.
Real touch.
He was her ancestor, and she could now speak to him, and she felt an unparalleled happiness.
But she understood that he left no descendants.
If she didn't leave early, her end would be terrible.
Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slip in his hand and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Suddenly he laughed, "You don't blame me for letting you go back to the palace so early, do you?"
Xu Zhi couldn't hold back and used the classic modern way of greeting, "Hello, hello." The voice and accent she spoke made her even incomprehensible.
Ying Zheng didn't understand.
Xu Zhi couldn't care about that much. She had studied him for ten years and was familiar with everything about him that could be traced in history books.
But she had never met him.
She had never heard his voice.
The blurry portrait cannot overlap with the person in front of him.
She ran over, a few steps spanning thousands of years.
She ignored the height of her six-year-old child at this time. Ying Zheng was much taller than her even when sitting.
She threw herself into Ying Zheng's arms.
She understood that if she touched him like this before her and turned him into a cultural relic, she would be "criminal".
Warmth came from the real body. She buried herself in his arms, squeezed his sleeves, and remained silent, as if she were worshiped devoutly by future generations, but also as if she had understood his unprecedented and tragic mixture, and his unforgettable love. Excited.
She couldn't help crying.
Ying Zheng did not expect her move and touched the top of her head. Xu Zhi was easily picked up by him.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at his face carefully.
Xu Zhi felt that she could not accept this age gap. Why did she see Ying Zheng, who was only 29 years old, with such an identity and such a soul.
Ying Zheng held her with one hand and was about to stand up. She quickly hugged his neck.
Ying Zheng turned his head and his loving eyes shocked Xu Zhi's heart.
Seeing her tender hands, she calmed down and nervously and timidly called out "Father" twice in Yayan and the dialect of Qin.
Ying Zheng smiled.
What a pair of pupils that are, the love and perseverance can hardly hide the alienation.
At this moment, she felt as if she was returning to her ancestors and recognized her mission.
Ying Zheng thought she didn't want to go back, and said warmly: "I'm just too spoiled to you. You have to be obedient when you return to the palace."
"Okay." She answered quickly.
The six-year-old Princess Hehua did not tell her about her memories, nor did she have two consciousnesses.
She thought that whether she was there or not, she would work with her to bring him the gentle love she could when he was no longer close to the people of the Six Kingdoms, and when he was assassinated by the people of the world.
She smiled, flashing her eyes exactly like her father's.
When she returned to the palace, she understood a lot in an instant.
It turned out that her mother was the princess from the state of Zheng. She had peerless beauty and a mesmerizing singing voice. She loved to sing that there is Fusu in the mountains, so she immediately understood that she had an older brother named Fusu.
Young Master Fusu.
When Xu Zhi saw the look in her mother's eyes when she saw her, she understood from the bottom of her heart that she hated them.
A story that requires no guessing.
She was a prisoner sent by the State of Zheng to the State of Qin. Her mother would look at the moon in despair at night, with her sobbing face under the waterfall of green hair. Concubine Zheng had a sweetheart before she came to Qin. She did not love Ying Zheng. At the same time, Qin was plotting every day to destroy her mother country. She wished she could kill Ying Zheng, but she gave birth to two children for him. How could she not hate two children born with such hatred.
As for Ying Zheng, he had been dependent on others since he was a child. His troubled childhood and miserable family relationships made him seem to not trust anyone anymore.
Being withdrawn and domineering makes their relationship like a man pulling a saw against a piece of wood. He wanted to get her and possess her, but he never took the initiative to look into her heart.
He Hua's brother is extremely outstanding and wise. He seems to want to bridge this relationship. Under the same high-pressure and loveless situation, Fusu took a path of redemption that was completely opposite to that of his father.
Xu Zhi saw this clearly with her indifferent reason, and couldn't help but mourn. She knew that she could not stop the decline of their fate at the end of their lives.
Her birth did not alleviate such conflicts, but instead deepened her mother's dislike of them.
Perhaps it was due to such torture that Ying Hehua escaped, and her soul escaped into her body.
Everything now is what it was then.
On the eve of the glorious dynasty, she despicably used her memory to unswervingly choose to see one decision after another that she thought was historically correct.
A man as smooth as the wind.
A brilliant counselor.
Running in Xianyang Palace, the sun shone on her, and she decided to find someone. Calmness and rationality were very strange in the child.
After searching for many days, there is no news.
Where is Zhao Gao?
At this time, a voice sounded behind her.
"Princess, princess, I heard that you are looking for me?"
