The fifth day after Zhao Huaizhong returned to Qin.
He has already met his predecessor's parents, the king and queen of the Qin Dynasty.
In the past few days, Zhao Huaizhong couldn't help but feel uneasy. The journey back to Qin made him understand a lot more about the world.
At the beginning of the time travel, he thought it was ancient China. Later, when he saw the emergence of forces beyond the scientific level, he rejected his previous judgment.
However, with the news he has learned in the past few days, he is now a little confused.
I can’t tell whether this is ancient China or not.
This world is very different from his inherent knowledge, but other things actually exist.
For example, the Xianyang City and Xianyang Palace where he was at this time were both cities and buildings from the past in China, but with their majestic majesty and continuous palaces, they looked like palaces in mythology.
Could this be a fairy-tale version of the Warring States Period?
What went wrong?
Zhao Huaizhong's thoughts were racing, but his face was calm.
He was sitting in a main hall of Xianyang Palace, next to his cheap mother, a famous woman in Chinese history, the queen of Qin Zhuangxiang, Zhao Ji.
According to the history that Zhao Huaizhong knew, Zhao Ji was obviously an irregular woman.
But at least at this moment, her mother-son love for Zhao Huaizhong is not fake.
Whenever she was asked about Zhao Huaizhong's experience as a proton in the past few years, she would murmur.
At this time, Zhao Ji's face was stained with tears and she was crying very sadly.
Zhao Huaizhong looked at her in silence, and found that Zhao Jisheng was indeed as beautiful as a painting, with almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, and a longing brow, so charming and charming.
Her facial features are exquisite, except for her lips, which are slightly thicker, but they add to her charm and do not diminish her beauty at all. No wonder she was able to charm King Zhuang Xiang.
In this world, there is Da Qin, there is King Zhuang Xiang, and there is Zhao Ji, so who is the predecessor of my time travel?
Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng?
But the name, age and historical events obviously don't match up.
When Qin Shihuang of China was fifteen years old, King Zhuang Xiang was already gone.
Since Zhao Huaizhong returned to Qin, the two of them had been getting together frequently for several days, and their relationship had become quite close.
Zhao Ji held Zhao Huaizhong's hand tightly as she spoke, with tears on her face still wet, and a pair of eloquent eyes looking at the fake son in front of her with love.
While the two mothers were talking, a servant came in from outside and said, "The king has handled government affairs and is on his way."
Not long after, King Zhuang Xiang, the king of the Qin Dynasty, dressed in black robes, walked into the palace with steady steps.
According to Chinese history, King Zhuang Xiang was originally the father of Qin Shihuang.
But Zhao Huaizhong is already a little unsure of what the specific situation is in this world.
This monarch of the Qin Dynasty was slightly taller than ordinary people, with a clear face and a somewhat gentle temperament. As the leader of a country, he was less domineering and majestic, but made people happy to get close to him.
Zhao Ji saw joy on her face when she saw King Zhuang Xiang. She stood up to meet him and held King Zhuang Xiang's arm affectionately. It was obvious that the two of them had a very good relationship.
A family of three met and chatted cordially.
King Zhuang Xiang did not have the airs of being the leader of a country, and he did not hide his emotions during the conversation. When he talked about Zhao Huaizhong's experience as a hostage in Zhao State in the past few years, he couldn't help showing sadness and guilt on his face:
"Huai'er, you have been held hostage in Zhao for many years. They must have persecuted you. Do you feel any discomfort?"
Zhao Huai thought: When I first passed through it, this body was really in bad shape, like a terminally ill patient who was about to die soon, otherwise the predecessor would not have died. But after I took over, I could clearly feel that this body
The body is changing for the better every day, as if it has been baptized by some kind of power... Well, it may also be because of the existence of 'it'.
King Zhuang Xiang reached over and held his wrist. A wisp of black energy extended from his fingertips and entered Zhao Huaizhong's body along the wrist.
"Just to say that this world is abnormal, the king of a country is actually a practitioner?"
Zhao Huaizhong felt that the breath sent by King Zhuang Xiang, with a hint of coldness, quickly traveled around his body.
After a moment, King Zhuang Xiang withdrew his hand with a surprised look on his face: "Huai'er's body is not seriously ill?"
He thought for a while and said to the outside: "Go and send the doctor over."
After more than a hundred breaths, Zhao Huaizhong underwent a professional physical examination of this era.
The doctor from Qin Palace who was responsible for the examination was older, with white beard and hair, but he was energetic, wore a long robe, and had a respectful expression.
He quickly invited King Zhuang Xiang aside: "It can be confirmed that there are no injuries in the bodies of the kings, but their origins are missing. It is obvious that they were plotted by others while Zhao was a hostage, leaving hidden dangers. At present, there is no serious health problem. It’s a hindrance, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to practice the art of immortality.”
King Zhuang Xiang's expression changed slightly: "You said Huai'er can't practice? Is there any way to make up for it?"
The old doctor pondered for a long time: "The prince's original nature has been severely damaged. Even if he tries hard to make up for it, he will never be able to recover."
King Zhuang Xiang refused to give up and said: "You go down first and I will give you two days to think carefully about ways to help the prince recover."
After the old doctor retreated, King Zhuang Xiang thought for a moment and suddenly said: "Huai'er, come with me to the ancestral temple in the palace."
Zhao Ji said unexpectedly: "Huai'er has only been back for a few days, why do you want to go to the ancestral temple?"
"The ancestral temple is the foundation of our clan. We took Huai'er there for his sake." King Zhuang Xiang explained briefly, then turned around and led Zhao Huaizhong out of the hall.
A quarter of an hour later, King Zhuang Xiang and Zhao Huaizhong arrived outside a palace in the back area of Xianyang Palace.
The moment he walked into this building, Zhao Huai's head suddenly jumped.
Entering this temple is like entering another world.
Suddenly, there were roars and roars in his ears, which gave him a splitting headache.
King Zhuang Xiang next to him waved his hand, and a wisp of black energy drifted out, covering him and protecting him. Zhao Huaizhong felt better, but he still felt heart palpitations.
He began to look at the palace.
There are huge green walls erected on all four sides of its interior. The top cannot be reached, and the height is probably no more than thirty feet. A person standing under it would look like an ant.
What's shocking is that this palace looks unremarkable from the outside and is by no means thirty feet tall.
This means that the inside and outside of the palace are two different spatial levels?!
Thoughts were running through Zhao Huaizhong's mind. He continued to look around and saw more surprises.
On the huge green wall on his left side, there is a secondary mural painted on it.
The strange thing is that the mural is not static, but dynamic, like a living thing.
In the center of the painting, there is a humanoid creature with black air bulging all over its body, extremely tall and strong, and a huge horn on its head, but it is bound in the mural by a stone lock.
He roared and struggled in the mural, tearing at the stone chains on his body, as if he had been doing this for thousands of years.
The roar that Zhao Huaizhong heard when he came in was the sound made by the 'monster' in this mural.
"Don't be afraid, Prince. There is only a trace of the ghost in the mural.
It has been imprisoned in it for a long time, and its strength is far from enough to break free. In the early years, it could roar and struggle every day, but now it can only have an attack every few days. Previously, it was due to the father's negligence, and Prince Lei was frightened.
It is trapped in it, and sooner or later it will completely dissipate."
King Zhuang Xiang stood with his hands behind his back, his voice carrying the power to calm people's hearts.
Zhao Huaizhong: "What my father means is that the monster in the stone wall once really existed? It was just gradually weakened after being sealed?"
"I'm not sure about who I am as a father. Anyway, that's what is recorded in the ancestral texts."
King Zhuang Xiang added: "I brought you here to let you see the real secret of our clan's rise. Only here can you read the original text of the Sendai chapter. If you get anything from it, it may be possible to repair the hidden disease in your body."