The weather is cold and the ground is freezing, but the frost cannot block the flowing water. The river rushes past from a distance.
This river was once named Pushui. It witnessed the tragic Battle of Changping. Countless corpses fell on both sides of the river, and blood dyed the river red. It was renamed Danshui since then.
Under the cold, frosty moonlight, a handsome young man was standing by the river, lost in thought.
Through the moonlight and river water, Zhao Jia could clearly see the appearance of this body.
A pair of black and white phoenix eyes, delicate eyebrows, fair and delicate complexion, thin lips, straight nose, elegant temperament, long black hair tied back by a hosta, wearing a luxurious robe, overall dark,
There are gold threads on the edges, and a black coat is draped on the back, highlighting the thin and thin figure.
He looks exactly like an ancient nobleman.
Her appearance and height are almost perfect... Zhao Jia admired her appearance facing the river and was very satisfied. As a modern person, he knew the importance of face. After all, most good-looking people will not be lucky.
Too bad.
"Sir, it's cold at night, so you'd better return to the carriage earlier."
Luo Jiang was wearing armor, like an iron knot, standing behind Zhao Jia, looking at Zhao Jia's dazed expression, thinking that the other person was immersed in the sadness of the past, he couldn't help but remind him loudly.
Zhao Jia shook his head slightly, looked at the night scene in front of him, and said softly: "It's okay, I have just recovered from a serious illness, so I should come out and get some fresh air."
This place is already in the Changping area, and some of the surrounding rock walls still retain traces of the war that year. Twenty years later, they still have not faded away. Just like the war between the Seven Kingdoms, it has never stopped for hundreds of years.
From a modern perspective, this is completely an internal struggle.
650,000 Shaanxi Laotie and 450,000 Hebei Shanxi Laotie gathered to fight, resulting in over a million casualties.
Think about it this way.
The depression in Zhao Jia's heart suddenly disappeared, and he even found it a bit funny. After all, he was not from this era and could not understand the hatred between countries in this era. However, he knew very well how to end the chaos of this era. As long as all the chaos was overturned
Opponent, become the only king, let everyone listen to your words, and the troubled times will naturally end.
But it is easier said than done, but more difficult than reaching the sky.
Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng... A brat playing in the mud appeared in Zhao Jia's mind.
Ying Zheng and Zhao Jia were the same age. The other one had been a hostage in Zhao State. Zhao Jia naturally recognized each other. In addition to Ying Zheng, Yan Dan was also among them. However, Yan Dan was several years older than the two of them. In total, the three of them were
Also considered a childhood playmate.
As for the relationship, after so many years, there is no friendship left.
Ying Zheng is now the king of Qin, while Zhao Jia is just the deposed prince of Zhao. He even has to go to Qin as a hostage. This treatment is even worse than that of Yan Dan a few years ago.
At least Yan Dan is still a prince.
"I hope Ying Zheng can reminisce about his old feelings."
Zhao Jia was bathing in the cold moonlight and cursed in his heart. He was not sure what kind of person Ying Zheng was now. Historically, Ying Zheng was evaluated as a tyrant, and he didn't know whether the eighteen-year-old Ying Zheng was tyrannical or not.
.
In the memory of the original owner, Ying Zheng was quite lively when he was a child. He was a good player in playing with mud. He had no aristocratic demeanor and made himself dirty every day.
At that time, Zhao Jia even envied Ying Zheng for not having to learn those tedious lessons.
Zhao Jia shook his head, looked at Luo Jiang who was guarding behind him, and said softly: "Let's go back."
The worship service has ended.
The so-called worship is just a pot of wine and worship. As for more, Zhao Jia can't come up with it now. It's just a formality to satisfy the original owner's last wish and take a look at this person who has been used by countless generations.
Where did the most remembered battles take place?
After reading it, I can only lament that this is my fate.
The terrain of Changping Land is very ridiculous. It seems easy to defend and difficult to attack, but in fact, if you don't do it right, you will be surrounded by counterattacks. In history, this is how Zhao Kuo was killed by Bai Qi.
However, Zhao Kuo cannot be blamed for this battle. If we really want to blame it, we can only blame King Zhao Xiaocheng for being unable to hold back. In this battle involving the national destiny of the two countries, both Qin and Zhao fought to their last breath. However, King Zhao Xiaocheng replaced Lian
Rather, Zhao Kuo, who had just graduated from university, was asked to attack him. Zhao Kuo was also brave and dared to rush out and force Qin to fight, but instead he fell into an encirclement.
However, Zhao Kuo had nothing to say when he led the troops. The battle loss ratio with the Qin army was one to one, which is evident.
In addition, there are also problems with Zhao's diplomacy. Otherwise, how could the other countries stand by and watch, especially South Korea and Wei, who watched helplessly as their big brother was hammered.
at last.
Everyone underestimated the ruthlessness of Qin and Bai Qi, and they actually killed Zhao's 250,000 surrendered soldiers!
Brave the great injustice of the world.
Bai Qi also paid the price for this and was pushed to the front desk to fight for this battle with his life.
In addition, one of the reasons is that he has great achievements.
At that time, the Qin army was so fanatical about Bai Qi that it was almost superstitious. Which emperor could tolerate the existence of a person like Bai Qi.
The game of power has always been so cruel.
…
"Crack~"
The firewood burned, sparks burst out from time to time, turned into streamers, and disappeared in flight.
The firelight illuminated Zhao Jia's face beside him. He was wrapped in a thick coat, with his eyes lowered, running the unknown skills, breathing out the essence contained in the world, and the weak inner breath in his body.
It also gradually strengthened, traveling among the eight extraordinary meridians in the body, dispelling the cold air in the body, making his complexion more rosy and shiny.
Soldiers in armor and stomach were in groups of six, guarding the surroundings and keeping vigil for Zhao Jia.
“What a wonderful feeling, I’m so ecstatic, I’m about to fly~”
Zhao Jia was immersed in the practice and felt the changes in his body. The feeling was really wonderful, as if he was blending with the heaven and earth, like a fish swimming into the sea. It seemed that everything had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Even with your eyes closed, you can clearly feel the movement around you.
"kindness?"
At this moment, Zhao Jia discovered that there seemed to be a very different place in his body, which seemed to be his sea of consciousness.
The faint white light is like a unique door that looks out of place with the surroundings.
Driven by curiosity, Zhao Jia approached it. The next moment, he appeared in a modern toilet. The surrounding walls were covered with cracks after the earthquake.
"?!"
Zhao Jia couldn't help but patted his face.
"What the hell!"
Zhao Jia couldn't help but cursed, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, pushed open the toilet door, and walked outside. Soon, he discovered that there was a library in his mind, and it was the same book he had before traveling through time.
A large number of books fell to the ground in the museum, obviously caused by the earthquake.
For some unknown reason, this library traveled through time with him, and was even bound to him. Unfortunately, there was no one in it.
Zhao Jia opened his eyes, and his consciousness returned to his body. He suddenly felt a sense of reality. He touched his face in a ridiculous way. The heat from the fire and the cold wind in the night were so clear, reminding him of what is real.
Zhao Jia took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and closed his eyes again.
This time the entry was smoother.
Soon Zhao Jia discovered that this library could change according to his thoughts. For example, the walls were restored to their original state and the books were sorted and returned to their proper places. It was as if he was God in this library and could control everything here.
"Goldfinger?"
Zhao Jia raised his eyebrows and began to try to pour the contents of the books into his mind. Just like those who cultivated immortality, they knew everything with a sweep of their spiritual consciousness. If he could read all the contents of this library,
Then he is really going to heaven.
Unfortunately, the ideas are beautiful, but the reality is cruel. These books in front of you cannot be directly scanned with consciousness. They are between reality and fiction, and can only be "read" slowly with consciousness.
Zhao Jia, who did not believe in evil, continued to try.
Soon, Zhao Jia found that the content that his consciousness scanned would be directly engraved in his mind.
Photographic memory?
Zhao Jia looked at the collection of nearly 10 million books in front of him and fell into silence.
"Forget it, let's find a history book and read it first."
Zhao Jia pinched the center of his eyebrows, suddenly feeling a little painful. He felt that God was punishing him. The most annoying thing in his previous life was to read quietly, but now he was directly given a provincial library. Isn't this toying with him?
?
As for why he was in the library in his previous life.
Reading in the library and dating in the library, are they the same thing?!