Life is not always smooth sailing. Most things are counterproductive, which is the main theme of life.
Although he really wanted to return to Xianyang as soon as possible and take over the various mysterious instruments in Afang Palace to adjust the magic circuits in his body, the First Emperor's body was still weakening day by day.
In the carriage driving slowly westward, the First Emperor's eyes were dull and he was being diagnosed by the imperial doctor, but an idea appeared in his mind involuntarily.
My... the end is approaching.
No matter how optimistic I am, the feeling of weakness in my body is increasing day by day. If I continue like this, I will never be able to hold on until Xianyang, and it won't even take long before I will be completely weak and die.
The First Emperor was not afraid of death.
He just couldn't bear to die.
Wouldn't it be a pity to waste your great time on death?
I also want to make Great Qin stronger! Become more solid! I want to control the world outside the Central Plains in my own hands! I want the world to bow down! I want to————
"Cough cough cough——"
A cough interrupted the First Emperor's thoughts and brought his weak soul back from fantasy to reality.
He is going to die.
Pain, weakness, weakness...
Put aside your fantasies and naturally think about some realistic things.
That is...if he passes away, who will be at the helm of the huge territory of the Qin Dynasty?
To be honest, these sons of his... he really doesn't like. Among his descendants, the one he likes the most is his direct grandson, Ziying, the eldest son of Prince Fusu.
However, it is against the rules not to pass it on from descendant to descendant, and Ziying is still young, and his immature shoulders will never be able to carry such a huge family.
Therefore, I still have to choose a suitable candidate among my own sons.
Fusu... Fusu can't do it. This child is still too honest, too honest. His temperament is only suitable for keeping the status. If he dies, the Qin Dynasty will definitely be in great turmoil. Those who take advantage of his power will
The hidden Xiaoxiao will definitely show their heads one after another, trying to tear off a piece of flesh from Qin's body, Fusu... is afraid that he will not be able to survive this turbulent period.
What about everyone else?
Young Master Gao? He is very similar to Fusu, even worse than Fusu.
The young master's general is too mediocre and not popular enough, so he is still a concubine.
Young Master Hu Hai? Some are too young to see what kind of talent he is, so he is unreliable.
Although the First Emperor was physically weak, his mind was very clear and he was not afraid at all.
He is just a little sad.
What kind of things are my own sons?
I have practiced a lot of accounts, but why are they all fake? Forget about SSR, you can even have one as an SSR?
Oh, there is an SR, Fusu is barely a good choice, but it is obviously not suitable for the current situation, and the reverse version will be destroyed.
The First Emperor's eyes became desperate.
I'm super...how to deal with this...
The key is that he didn't expect that he would suddenly fall ill, and that he would be so seriously ill...if a malfunction of the magic circuit could be considered an illness.
His hand trembled slightly, as if he had touched something.
As if he remembered something, the First Emperor couldn't help but stretched his hand to his waist, took out something, and brought it to his eyes.
It is knowing the direction.
"well......"
The First Emperor sighed.
"This time, it's my turn..."
Gently turning Zhixiang's head and looking at the wings that were moving due to the mechanism, the First Emperor's jaw trembled slightly.
He suddenly remembered the young man he had met in Kuaiji County on the edge of Taihu Lake, the salvation machine that was lying underground in the Qin Palace, and remembered... those few times when he could laugh.
In the hut in the snow, the same mechanical bird is also...
"This cause and effect, I...can't bear to end it after all..."
Putting Zhixiang on his chest, the First Emperor couldn't help but feel his eyes moist.
After forcing himself to sit up and think for a while, the First Emperor shouted: "Meng Yi!"
There was a noise outside the carriage, and after a while, a sturdy figure walked into the carriage and knelt down on one knee in front of the First Emperor.
"His Majesty!"
The First Emperor looked at Meng Yi and did not speak immediately, as if he wanted to take another look.
Meng Yi is the second son of the Meng family. His eldest brother is Meng Tian, who is fighting against the Huns on the Great Wall in the north as Fusu's deputy general.
They are the sons of Meng Wu.
Meng Wu was an important chess piece in his victory over the world. As Wang Jian's deputy general, they together solved the most troublesome Chu State and forced the Chu State General Xiang Yan to commit suicide. After Meng Wu's death, his two sons
They are both excellent, too. Meng Tian guards Northern Xinjiang, while Meng Yi stays with him as a bodyguard to protect his safety, and can also keep in touch with Fusu at any time.
Among the two most prestigious princes in the court, he brought relevant personnel with him. He brought Meng Yi with him around Fusu, and Zhao Gao with him on Hu Hai. In this way, no matter what happened, both sides would be safe.
can get news.
"I have a task to give you now." After looking at Meng Yi for a while, as if he was recalling his turbulent years, the First Emperor smiled, shook his head, and said.
"Chen Ding is so devastated!" Meng Yi did not raise his head, but just knelt there with tears in his eyes.
The Meng family has been generals in the Qin State for generations. They have contributed a lot to this huge world. Now the hero who led them to conquer the world looks so weak. How can Meng Yi not be sad? How can he not be in pain?
"this."
The First Emperor opened his hands.
Meng Yi raised his head and looked at the palm of the First Emperor's hand.
"Your Majesty, this is not..."
Meng Yi said blankly as he looked at the mechanism bird Zhixiang in the hand of the First Emperor.
"This bird is named Zhixiang." The First Emperor was not overly harsh. He just looked at Zhixiang and said slowly, "This thing has a very important meaning to me, but now..."
The First Emperor put Zhixiang in Meng Yi's hands.
"Your Majesty, this is to..."
"Send it out for me." The First Emperor put his hands on the seat and looked at Meng Yi with a stern face.
"Send it to Taihu Lake, send it to Kuaiji, and send it to the Xiang family." The First Emperor looked directly into Meng Yi's eyes, "That's the Xiang family who was driven over there by your Meng family."
"...My lord, I obey your order."
Meng Yi knew there were some things he shouldn't ask.
"Go, you...you and your brother are the few people I can trust." The First Emperor patted Meng Yi on the shoulder, with a helpless smile on his face.
...
Meng Yi withdrew from the Emperor's chariot and rode his own horse away from the entire convoy.
"Zhao Gao! You must take good care of His Majesty during my absence!" Meng Yi grabbed the reins and shouted to the convoy with some worry.
Then, without paying attention to Zhao Gao's reaction, he turned around and left in the southeast direction.