Zhao Kun looked at Wang Li in surprise and thought, how could there be two male protagonists in the same world?

Could it be that there was a deviation in my script? From the leading actor to the supporting actor?

Holy shit! What the hell!

Shaking his head, Zhao Kun got rid of all the random thoughts in his mind, and then tested Wang Li: "Jiangnan Leather Factory closed down, the boss and..."

Wang Li was stunned and looked at him doubtfully: "What?"

"Ha, let's just pretend..."

Zhao Kun smiled, and then he shouted unprepared: "I won't accept gifts during the holidays this year..."

"???"

Wang Li was stunned.

Zhao Kun still refused to give up and sang again: "Amen, a vine..."

"???"

"Why don't you sing?"

Wang Li was confused by Zhao Kun. He scratched his scalp hard and said aggrievedly: "What are you singing?"

Zhao Kun raised his hand to his forehead and sighed: "Well, now that things have happened, there is nothing to hide. To tell you the truth, I am also a time traveler."

"What is a time traveler?"

"A time traveler is...just..."

Zhao Kun was just about to explain, but suddenly realized something was wrong and raised his head suddenly: "How come you have seen steamed buns if you are not a time traveler?!"

Wang Li wondered: "Why do you need a time traveler to see the steamed buns?"

"this……"

Zhao Kun really didn't know how to explain it, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Just tell me where you saw the steamed buns!"

"Oh, it's in the back mountain."

"Back mountain?"

Zhao Kun tilted his head and asked: "Where is the back mountain?"

Wang Li: "It's the mountain behind my grandfather's cemetery."

Zhao Kun was surprised: "There are steamed buns in the mountains?"

"Yes!" Wang Li nodded seriously and said, "If you don't believe it, I can take you to see it."

Zhao Kun: "......"

What is this guy talking about?

How can there be steamed buns in the mountains? I really think steamed buns are the head of barbarians!

According to legend, steamed buns were originally used to replace the heads of captive barbarians used in sacrifices, so they were called barbarian heads. Later, steamed buns were used to avoid taboos.

But this kind of sacrifice only appeared during the Three Kingdoms period, and there was no such thing as steamed buns in the Qin Dynasty.

Wang Li said that there were steamed buns in the back mountain, so there was only one possibility. It was that someone was making steamed buns in the back mountain, and he happened to find it, so he said he had seen steamed buns.

Then who is this man who makes steamed buns?

Thinking of this, Zhao Kun was surprised and happy, and quickly pulled Wang Li and said, "Let's go to the back mountain!"

"Now?"

"Yes, right now, I want to eat steamed buns."

Wang Li scratched his head and wondered why it was a small steamed bun instead of a big steamed bun?

However, he still followed Zhao Kun to the back mountain.

…………

at the same time.

Thirty miles outside Pinyang City, a convoy stretching several kilometers was slowly heading towards Pinyang County.

In the middle of the convoy, there are six carriages with the same specifications and appearance, which are particularly eye-catching.

There was one among them, and the person sitting in it was none other than the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

At this time, Ying Zheng woke up from his sleep, reached for a cotton towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and asked: "How long until Pinyang?"

"It's still one day's journey back to Your Majesty."

Zhao Gao, who served Ying Zheng carefully, answered respectfully while pouring water for Ying Zheng.

After the last lesson, he became more respectful.

Ying Zheng glanced at him lightly and said, "Zhao Gao, can I trust you?"

"Your Majesty! This old slave has served you for more than thirty years. He is no different from a hunting dog. Why are you worried?" Zhao Gaocheng asked in fear.

"But my son said that Great Qin will perish in your hands..." Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

Zhao Gao turned pale with fright, and quickly knocked his head on the wooden board, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, this old slave has been wronged! In recent years, the old slave has indeed done some wrong things, but he has always been loyal to Your Majesty and has never shown any disrespect.

I hope your Majesty will take notice!"

"What's more, I am just a hunting dog by your side. How can I destroy Qin..."

His words are true and humble.

After Ying Zheng heard this, he felt that it was somewhat credible. After all, Zhao Gao had indeed worked hard and solved a lot of troubles for himself over the years.

"Okay, get up."

Ying Zheng waved his hand expressionlessly, and then ordered: "Stop the convoy, I want to get out of the car and take a walk."

"promise."

Zhao Gao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and left as promised.

The moment he got off the car, a look of resentment flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant. At the same time, he hated Zhao Kun deeply.

If Zhao Kun hadn't slandered him, how could Ying Zheng be suspicious of him.

Although Ying Zheng let him go easily, it did not mean that his suspicions would be eliminated immediately.

"It seems that we have to find a way to get Ying Zheng to establish the throne as soon as possible..."

Zhao Gao thought to himself and couldn't help but look at a dark red carriage.

The person sitting in that carriage was none other than Hu Hai.

As Hu Hai's teacher, Zhao Gao has absolute confidence and can control him.

As long as Hu Hai takes the throne, he will never be as frightened as he is today.

Thinking of this, Zhao Gao immediately summoned the messenger, issued Ying Zheng's order, and then walked towards Hu Hai's carriage.

After a while, the entire motorcade stopped, and Ying Zheng got out of the carriage with the help of the palace attendant.

Stepping on the dry yellow grass, Ying Zheng looked at the surrounding scenery and suddenly felt that the autumn air was refreshing.

"Father!"

A loud voice came from behind, revealing deep joy.

Hu Hai was seen holding a wooden sword and running straight into Ying Zheng's arms.

Ying Zheng laughed loudly; "How can you grow up? Are you still playing with a wooden sword?"

"Hehe, aren't you afraid of hurting someone while practicing your sword?" Hu Hai said with a sweet smile.

"Oh?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Are you practicing swordplay recently?"

"My son will be eighteen soon!"

Hu Hai raised his chin and said boldly: "I swear to kill all the Huns!"

Ying Zheng: "Can you kill the Huns? Come on, chop down this tree trunk, and let me see how strong you are!"

"good!"

Hu Hai responded unwillingly, then took a few steps back and shouted: "Look at the sword!"

Then he raised the wooden sword with both hands and slashed at the tree trunk in front. There was a "bang" sound, the wooden sword broke with a "click", and the trunk only broke a layer of skin.

Hu Hai's face turned red with embarrassment, but Ying Zheng raised his head and laughed, then pulled out his sword and said with a smile: "My father often practiced swordsmanship when he was young. Now that he has been more than thirty years old, I don't know if he can still use it.

Just take a look."

After saying that, he immediately stood still, calmed down, slowly danced his sword with one hand, and suddenly shouted loudly, only to hear a clicking sound, and one-third of the tree trunk entered the grass.

At the same time, Ying Zheng was bent over, breathing heavily, and his face was slightly pale.

Hu Hai shouted excitedly from the side: "Father is so awesome!"

Ying Zheng rolled his eyes and cursed with a smile, "That's awesome!"
To be continued...