July of the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor of Qin.
Thousands of miles away from Xianyang, in the Fushicheng County Sheriff's Office of the Shangjun government, there was a pale aristocratic young man lying on the bed in the palace room in the backyard. He looked like he was helping a patient. The medical officer who was kneeling in front of the bed to diagnose the pulse shook his head solemnly.
He shook his head and said to the middle-aged general who was accompanying him: "General, my son's cold syndrome is getting worse. I'm afraid it won't be long."
"Who am I? Where am I?"
Two days later, the man on the bed woke up leisurely. After looking around, he asked this ultimate question of the human soul.
He clearly remembered that he was taking the probability theory exam just now, and the scene of the exam was still vivid in his mind. As a genuine student, he had never asked for high scores and scholarships. As long as he passed the exam with a score of 60, he would be satisfied. Xu Yun looked at the test paper
After some calculations, I found that as long as I got one or two more big questions correct, I would basically be able to pass, but I couldn't pass the rest of the questions.
Xu Yun risked his brain cells to burst into flames and thought hard, but he failed to live up to expectations. Real students always fail based on their strength. In the end, he had no choice but to look around, hoping to ask for a favor from the faithful man and woman who was busy writing beside him.
It was half a centimeter, but under the hawk-like eyes of the invigilator, I could only give up temporarily, lying helplessly on the test paper and squinting my eyes, waiting for the opportunity.
Something happened the moment I squinted my eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was in such an inexplicable place. Could it be that I was still dreaming?
"General, the young master is awake," the medical officer shouted crazily and rushed out of the office.
Xu Yun looked at the frantic medical officer running towards the door, and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He felt that everything in front of him was so unreal, and this dream must be too crazy.
Xu Yun jumped off the bed and ran outside. This exam was worth it. He was willing to fail the exam and retake it. This was a daydream!
"Sir, please slow down." The maid behind him followed nervously.
Xu Yun ran to the door of the government office in one breath and looked at the people walking on the street in disbelief. He was completely confused. Xu Yun turned around and looked at the guard standing guard behind him, and strangely stretched his hands to the guard's face.
He pinched it hard.
"This feels so real," Xu Yun sighed as he looked at the guard with tears in his eyes.
"No, this is not a dream at all. I won't be able to travel through time, right?" This thought suddenly popped up in Xu Yun's mind.
"Let me ask you, where is this?" Xu Yun asked, staring at the red-cheeked guard in front of him.
"My lord, this is the county government office."
"Let me ask you again, which dynasty and generation are you in now, and who is in power?"
"Young Master, I am the First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty."
Xu Yun was instantly confused. Is this a dream or a real time travel? Could a probability theory question make him travel through time? This is still the era of Qin Shihuang. This is too fantasy!
"You, just pinch me here as hard as I pinched you just now," Xu Yun pointed at his cheeks and said to the red-cheeked guard.
"Young Master, I don't dare to take such a humble position"
"Momojiji, pinch me if I tell you to," Xu Yun ordered.
"Sir, I really don't dare to take such a humble position." The guard was so anxious that he almost cried.
"This is an order and must be carried out"
"promise"
When a pair of big hands pinched Xu Yun's cheeks, Xu Yun closed his eyes and prepared to wake up from his dream. After all, the possibility of time travel was even slimmer than the probability of Wangpu being transferred.
A heartbreaking pain instantly made him open his eyes, but the red-cheeked guard standing in front of him was still the same.
"It's so fucked up. I've really traveled through time."
"Stop!" A loud roar woke up the confused Xu Yun.
When the medical officer and Meng Tian arrived at the gate of the government office, they saw an extremely strange scene. They saw the guard's hands tightly pinching the young master Fusu's face, while the young master Fusu had a satisfied expression on his face.
"Bold guard, how dare you humiliate the noble body of the young master."
"I asked him to pinch this general. I don't blame the guard." Xu Yun defended the red-cheeked guard.
Meng Tian and the medical officer were instantly petrified. Could the wind-cold disease still damage the brain?
Accompanied by Meng Tian and the medical officer, Xu Yun returned to the back office. When Xu Yun lay back on the bed again, the medical officer came forward to examine Xu Yun.
"I would like to congratulate you, sir. The cold has recovered."
The medical officer stood up and left the office after giving an explanation.
"General, may I ask your name?" Xu Yun looked at Meng Tian and asked seriously.
"Medical officer" Meng Tian stood up and ran towards the outside of the government office, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Come back, what are you running around for? I just want to know who you are. I'm so excited." Xu Yun saw Meng Tian running outside and called back hurriedly.
"Sir, please don't play tricks on me, I'm Meng Tian!" Meng Tian was a little frightened by Xu Yun's stare, and his voice was trembling when he spoke.
Meng Tian, the grandson of Meng Ao, the Qin Dynasty's top minister, once led an army to conquer Qi and was deeply loved by Qin Shihuang.
After Qin unified the six kingdoms, he led an army of 300,000 to attack the Xiongnu in the north and made outstanding achievements. Later, he was ordered to supervise the construction of the Great Wall. After hearing this, Xu Yun had a general understanding of his current situation.
"General Meng Tian, how could I not know that His Majesty the First Emperor loved generals, attacked Qi, resisted the Xiongnu in the north, built the Great Wall, and made great contributions to the Qin Dynasty." Xu Yun praised sincerely.
As a poor student, Xu Yun's professional course results cannot be flattered, but his historical skills are still remarkable. He originally wanted to apply for the history major, but was poisoned by pragmatism and finally chose finance.
Hearing Xu Yun's praise, Meng Tian couldn't help but straighten his waist, with a arrogant look on his face.
"It's all your Majesty's credit. How dare you take credit for your humble position." Meng Tianyan said insincerely.
Meng Tian judged from Young Master Fusu's words of praise that Fusu had been teasing him, so he had no choice but to laugh along with him.
"General Mengtian, who am I?"
What? A black thread instantly became entangled in Meng Tian's mind.
"Young master, I beg you, please don't tease me anymore. Who in the Qin Dynasty doesn't know about Master Fusu!"
Prince Fusu, the eldest son of the First Emperor, angered the First Emperor by opposing Qin Shihuang's tactics of "burning books and humiliating Confucian scholars" and "throwing officials under the rule of law", so he was demoted to Shangjun to assist Meng Tian in supervising the army and building the Great Wall.
In the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign, Qin Shihuang died of illness in Shaqiu during his fifth eastern tour. Zhao Gao, Li Si and Hu Hai conspired to correct the imperial edict and force Fusu to commit suicide in Shangjun.
Xu Yun couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he thought of this period of history.
"General Mengtian, what year is this?" Xu Yun asked eagerly.
"The thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign," Meng Tian replied helplessly. He couldn't help but feel a little bit dissatisfied with Fusu in his heart. There is no end yet. Although you are more handsome than me, you can't end it all.
"Has the First Emperor's eastward tour begun?"
Xu Yun's problems came one after another, and Meng Tian was about to become autistic.
"You don't know your own father, so you have the nerve to ask me, is it fun!" Although Meng Tian was heartbroken by Fusu's comments, he didn't dare to say this in front of Fusu. What should he do?
You have to answer patiently.
"Sir, there was a message from the soldiers yesterday. His Majesty the First Emperor will be arriving at the sand dune soon."
Now it's Xu Yun's turn to be petrified. What's the point of playing this? He's about to be killed as soon as he travels across time. How about playing? What nonsense? Zhao Gao will be dealt with within a few days. Hu Hai, the two old six, are obviously not willing to do it.
It's possible. The map doesn't even have time to load. Do you still dare to expect to dismantle the opponent's crystal?
"Gods and Buddhas from all walks of life, have I stolen the iron weight from the top of your pressure cooker or poured 502 into the keyhole of your house? Is it necessary to play with me like this? It's better to go back than to be such a coward through time travel.