Xuanwu Wei guards the forbidden places of the imperial palace on weekdays, and generally does not show up directly, monitoring and dealing with all factors that may be unfavorable to the First Emperor, which is actually a shadow army.

But right now, there was a sudden urgent report from the Xuanwu Imperial Court, which could be seen that it was an urgent and special task arranged by His Majesty the First Emperor.

"Retreat!" Looking at this Xuanwu Wei, Qin Shi Huang stood up without saying a word, waved his hand and entered the apse with an extremely serious face, and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty also got up, whispering in twos and threes and twos to exit the main hall and find their own shoes outside the hall.

"Chang Fu Ling, you are wearing the wrong one, this is the old man's shoes!"

"Huh? Sorry, sorry! Shaofu Ling Changdu hurriedly apologized to an old man with white hair, and then continued to look for his shoes among the shoes all over the ground.

"Hey, could it be that I was in a hurry to go to the court today, and I actually wore the wrong cloth boots, why did I feel so awkward?" A green-robed official muttered in surprise after putting on his shoes.

"Doctor Zhang, you are dressed well, the two are the same, it's strange if it's not awkward!" Someone next to me reminded.

"Ah, no wonder, it looks like it's time for the servant to break his legs!"

"I think you should treat your eyes first, you don't know your own shoes, the cloth boot on your left is the old man's!" A sinister voice sounded behind him.

"Melon skin, still grinding, take it off and return it to the old man!"

Outside the court hall, after a group of officials who controlled the lifeblood of Great Qin put on their shoes in the midst of the noise, they left home one after another with their own concerns, and they kept wondering what kind of urgent news Xuanwuwei brought back from Nanyang County, so that the emperor was in no mood to deal with political affairs.

And in the inner courtyard of the palace, three black-clothed Xuanwu guards stood in a side hall, one of them was still trembling slightly, his hair was unkempt, his lips were dry, his eyes were deep, and his cheeks were bloodless.

Qin Shi Huang didn't have time to change his court clothes, and strode to the hall, and the three Xuanwu guards all knelt down on one knee together.

"Meng Fu, how about going to Nanyang to inquire, why are you in such a hurry to see me!" Qin Shi Huang walked in front of the three of them with a majestic expression.

The man in black in the middle took off the package from his body and slowly put it on the ground: "Your Majesty, my subordinates have been monitoring Liezi's disciples in Wancheng for many days, and ten days ago I took the opportunity to enter his room and got some things, the situation and content made my subordinates frightened and inexplicable, and now I have brought it back for Your Majesty to see it in person!" ”

"Bring it on!" Qin Shi Huang sat down on the couch with his big sleeves, and a Xuanjia guard who had been following closely behind him picked up the package and put it on the wooden table in front of Qin Shi Huang, and then slowly opened it, finally revealing a stack of books and a bundled bamboo tube.

Qin Shi Huang's eyes fell on a stack of books, looking at this strange book and the bamboo pattern printed on the cover, and then his eyes fell on the four strange words of "Qinghe Paper Workshop", and after looking at it for a long time, he asked: "What is this?" ”

"My subordinates don't know, it should be something like cloth, used to write, but the material is very strange, and my subordinates can't distinguish it, please see it!" The man in black's body trembled even more as he spoke.

"You're hurt?" Qin Shi Huang didn't go to get the book, but asked with some concern.

"The subordinates' skills are not as good as others, after stealing these things, they were chased and killed by Liezi's disciples for nearly ten miles, and their subordinates were hit by six swords in their bodies, and their organs were severely damaged, and they knew that time was running out, so they urgently rushed back to Xianyang to report the matter to Your Majesty in person, so as not to delay Your Majesty's major affairs!" The man in black stretched out his hand to support the ground, and blood began to pour out of his mouth and nose.

"You are one of the few spy masters in the Xuanwu Guard, and your swordsmanship is also superb, so the disciples of Liezi are so powerful that they can hurt you like this?" Qin Shi Huang frowned, obviously slightly angry.

"Your Majesty, this matter is shameless to mention, this disciple is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it is also a woman, her body is extremely strange, and she can sweep a distance of nearly three zhang in one step of the void, and I try my best to fight back, but I can only beat it and retreat, but it is difficult to escape death, Your Majesty...... Forgive your subordinates for not being able to serve Your Majesty and Great Qin in the future, poof......" The man in black insisted on this, opening his mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"I am glad that your loyalty is commendable, and your family will be taken care of by me for generations!" Qin Shi Huang said calmly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, that ...... His Majesty knew at a glance what the disciples of Na Liezi had left behind, and the person who had a good relationship with him was Chen ...... of Qinghe Town Old...... Poof......" Before the man in black finished speaking, he vomited blood and fell to the ground, his eyes wide and no longer lifeless.

"Your Majesty, Meng Fu has died of anger!" A man in black kneeling next to him said expressionlessly.

"Carry it down, send a Xuanwu order to escort it home, and bury it!" Qin Shi Huang nodded slightly, then stopped making a sound, picked up a book in the package, looked at it carefully for a long time, left and right, and then opened it gently.

In the center of the title page, the small seal is written with the three words "The Legend of the White Snake", the handwriting is neat, and the pen is round.

Look at it again, on the hemp gray paper, there is a light red vertical grid line drawn vertically, each grid is like a bamboo slip in general, neatly written with a neat small seal, the handwriting is beautiful, the thickness is generally the same, the stroke is smooth and natural, and it is a woman's handwriting at a glance.

The word is still second, when Qin Shi Huang looked at the content of the book, he was instantly addicted to it, and soon fell into a strange and unbelievable story, listening to the name of the place is plausible, but looking at the content is bizarre, there are snake demons, mortals, there are immortals, there are Kunlun fairy mountains and Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass, and there is even a warlock called Buddhism.

From Zhou to Qin, did the hundred schools of thought have a school of Buddhism?

Qin Shi Huang was both surprised and amazed, this look was out of control, after reading one and then reading another, the room was quiet, except for the two guards wearing dark armor blocking the door, the whole room could only hear the sound of turning the book, and looking at it, since Qin Shi Huang also made a move that later generations often had to do when reading books, he unconsciously reached out and licked it on his tongue, making it more convenient to turn the book.

If Chen Xu is here, he will definitely complain again, Sima Yi was poisoned by Zhuge Liang in this way, so the action of turning the book and adding fingers is the most unhygienic, and it will be fatal.

However, at the moment, no one in China dares to come to ask for Lao Qin's life, his life is too hard, and God can only accept it.

Qin Shi Huang watched it very carefully and was completely caught up in an unbelievable mythical story that he had never heard before.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was close to an hour passing.

Qin Shi Huang finally saw the end of the story, and watched the last strange poem fall into a deep silence.

"The beautiful scenery of the West Lake in March, the spring rain is like wine and willows, it is fateful to meet thousands of miles away, it is difficult to hold hands without the opposite side, and it is difficult to cross the same boat for a hundred years, and sleep together for a thousand years."

"The legend of the white snake is at this end, Chen Lang dictated, softly handwritten, the twenty-second day and night of June in the twenty-seventh year of the first emperor."