Dark clouds are gathering over the city, and heavy rain is about to pour down.

Qindu, Xianyang.

An eagle with a black beak and gray feathers flapped its wings and flew over the majestic palace complex before swooping down.

Interspersed between the thick ancient city walls and pavilions.

After a while, the falcon slowed down and landed gently on a dark red balcony. While fluttering its feathers, it tilted its head and looked at the young man lying on his back on the platform.

From afar, he has a plain appearance and a thin body. If you get closer, you can clearly see his frown and long eyelashes.

唳——

As the falcon chirped, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and raised his arm towards the falcon.

As if already accustomed to this action, the falcon fluttered down on the young man's arm the moment he raised his arm, rubbing the young man's robe with his mouth.

With a smile on his face, the young man stroked the falcon's wings lovingly, then took out the prepared meattail and fed it to the falcon.

After the falcon finished eating, he focused on the bamboo tube on the falcon's left foot.

Reaching out to take off the white silk from the bamboo tube, the young man unfolded it and read it silently, then looked at the vicissitudes of Xianyang Palace with blurred eyes.

"Brother Zheng, daddy!"

Zhao Kun sighed softly and said to himself: "Don't you think it's not good for you to enjoy a few years of peace and happiness in peace and quiet? There is nothing wrong with it. It is obviously a historical drama, but it wants to take the path of Xian Qin. If this continues,

Sooner or later, you will risk your life."

"But." He changed the topic and continued: "You risk your life, but you can't take me with you!"

"That boy Hu Hai has become arrogant and domineering even before he became the second emperor of Qin. A few days ago, he even tried to steal my little Eagle;

Although I didn’t let him grab it, I still completely offended him. To be on the safe side, I don’t want to stay in this palace anymore..."

It has been three months since Zhao Kun came to this world.

Three months ago, he was a fresh graduate who was just looking for a job. He was rejected by his favorite company because he had no work experience.

On a cloudless night, he lamented the injustice of his fate and wanted to go to the rooftop to enjoy the breeze. Unexpectedly, he arrived at the end of the Qin Dynasty.

Of course, it doesn't matter who he is.

The important thing is, his dad.

Yes, his father is the famous Qin Shihuang in history.

The reputation of Qin Shihuang is astonishing from ancient times to the present. For more than two thousand years, no one in later generations is unaware of his great achievements.

But, is being the son of Qin Shihuang very happy?

None of his dozens of children had a good ending...

While reading the novel, I thought about how awesome I would be if I were Qin Shihuang's son. But he really became Qin Shihuang's son. Zhao Kun only had one idea left in his mind - to live with a smile.

Qin Shihuang was indeed powerful, but there were only a few children who could catch his eye.

A mediocre prince like Zhao Kun, whose mother died young, is not popular at all.

And the unpopular prince, even if he has the ability to govern the country, will end up with nothing but hatred, because you can't even see Ying Zheng's face.

Even if you meet Ying Zheng, you will eventually die young.

why?

Because the Great Qin court cannot accommodate you!

There are two major factions known so far, one is the die-hards who support Prince Fusu, and the other is Qin II who is supported by Zhao Gao.

These two factions brought together the top forces in Da Qin.

To play games with them is tantamount to wishful thinking.

Therefore, from the moment he learned that he was the son of Qin Shihuang, Zhao Kun decided to live a life of survival.

But it's not that easy to survive.

The reason why Qin II in history easily slaughtered his brothers and sisters was because the First Emperor had ordered that the royal family was not allowed to leave the palace without authorization.

In other words, Zhao Kun is destined to die.

"Hey, it's so difficult!"

Zhao Kun was almost desperate and wanted to commit suicide.

However, just when he was about to go to the rooftop again, the happy system finally knocked on his door.

As long as he completes a plan, a lottery draw can be triggered.

Prizes are distributed randomly, and there are no hints about the plan.

Sometimes an ordinary plan can lead to generous prizes, and sometimes a grand plan can be a thank you for participating.

Faced with this uncertainty, Zhao Kun once again lost his way out and could only continue to carry out his own plans.

Today is another day for him to wrap up an important plan, so he is here quietly waiting for news.

At this moment, three lottery reminders suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Did any other plans succeed?" Zhao Kun murmured, and then clicked to start with his mind.

The turntable in my mind started to spin.

Zhao Kun silently recited three times in his mind good luck and pressed pause decisively.

When the surrounding colored lights lit up, the speed of the turntable slowly became slower.

"Ding, I'll reward you with a box of amoxicillin."

Damn it, it’s amoxicillin again! Zhao Kun was so angry that he almost jumped off the building.

He always feels like he's being targeted!

What the hell, amoxicillin every time? I don’t have a cold or fever, so why are I taking this crappy medicine? Can I still play?

There are several boxes under the bed!

He had just received three lottery chances, but his mentality collapsed at the beginning. However, now that he was asked to stop, he was a little unwilling to do so. After all, the only thing he could rely on in this world was this system.

Go for it! Smoke it!

The turntable is spinning again...Thanks for participating!

Haha! Come again!

"Ding, I'll reward you with a box of Soft China."

Damn you! Zhao Kun was so angry that the cross veins on his forehead popped out.

"I finally managed not to smoke amoxicillin, but why did you bring me a pack of cigarettes?"

"You are a magical system, can you come up with something practical?"

"I don't need planes, cannons, or excavators, but I'll do a few baskets of sweet potatoes!"

"Stop fucking tricking me, okay..."

While he was talking to himself, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man in gray robe walking towards him.

This man's name is Wu Cheng, and he is his confidant.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Zhao Kun held the falcon and waved his hands feebly.

"I'm fine. Did the plan go smoothly?"

Wu Cheng cupped his hands and said: "All the alchemists in Xianyang City have been arrested by your Majesty!"

"Where's my eldest brother?"

"We are rushing to the study to prepare to meet His Majesty."

Zhao Kun nodded, said nothing, looked up into the distance, thoughtfully.

Wu Cheng looked at his back with some confusion: "Sir, since you are worried about His Majesty's health, why don't you try to persuade him face to face?"

"Would you listen to a stranger?" Zhao Kun asked calmly.

"this......"

Wu Cheng smacked his mouth in embarrassment and stopped talking.

Since the death of Zhao Kun's mother, Ying Zheng has never seen him again. Zhao Kun doesn't even know what his biological father looks like.

This kind of father-son relationship is worse than even a stranger's.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Kun yawned: "Go down and let me rest for a while."

After Wu Cheng retreated, there was only one person and one bird left on the balcony.

"call……"

After calming down, Zhao Kun took out a cigarette, took a puff, and looked at Ying Zheng's study through the smoke: "If I don't work hard, you don't even know how weak I am!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved, and the falcon flapped its wings and flew towards the outside of Xianyang Palace.

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