【Victory】

This word was like a thunderbolt, exploding in Ying Fei's mind. The surname Ying is extremely respectful, and it is unique in the land of China.

The black torrents came out from Hangu Pass and rushed to the six countries of Shandong. Destroy Han, kill Zhao, swallow Wei, die Chu, Zhu Yan, and break Qi. The world was unified, and for the first time in the Central Plains, a centralized state appeared.

Daqin.

The Great Qin Empire only existed for a short period of fifteen years, but it left the Han nation, the cornerstone of China's prosperity. Open the road, the car is on the same track, the book is the same text, the county is broken and sealed, the south and Baiyue, and the north hits the Huns.

Fifteen years have accomplished feats that other dynasties have not been able to accomplish in hundreds of years. Ying Fei held the jade pendant in her hand, and her whole body trembled with excitement.

Great Qin, a dynasty that people yearn for. And his surname today is Ying, he is a descendant of Yingqin, the man who unified the six countries and was respected as the ancestral dragon by later generations is his ancestor.

"Whew!"

There was a glint in his eyes, although the surname Ying was extremely respectful. But in this dynasty, it is a sharp murder knife, which is always suspended above Ying Fei's head.

Ying Qin, Liu Han, Xiang Chu, the three are endless, and the hatred of destroying the country is not shared. Ying Fei understands history, and he knows that every dynasty is destroyed, and his descendants will inevitably die cleanly.

Very few direct descendants exist.

This is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed, if you want to reign in the world and be bowed down by tens of thousands of people, you need to pay the fate of one day, the destruction of the country and the extinction of the nation.

The dragon figure on the jade pendant is lifelike, and such a carving is not allowed by the royal family. Ying Fei withdrew her gaze from the jade pendant, turned to stare at Xun Ji and said, "Mother, this is?"

Ying Fei was stunned, and the huge shock in his heart filled him, making him lose his rational judgment. At this time, out of natural trust in her mother, Ying Fei pulled the topic to Xun Ji.

"My son doesn't need to be surprised, and my mother doesn't know about it, but I only occasionally hear your father mention that you are a descendant of Great Qin."

"Oh, the boy understands!"

Turning to leave the room, Ying Fei's expression changed, and he suddenly found that the world had become dangerous. The world was full of arrows, and the target was on him.

……

When the sun is in the sky, it is the middle of the day. Ying Fei didn't stay long, and left home in a hurry. In this instant, Ying Fei already had an idea.

Go out first to see if this is the Western Han Dynasty or the Eastern Han Dynasty, determine if you are safe, and then do something else. Ying Fei has a plan, once it is the early years of the Western Han Dynasty, he will immediately flee with his mother.

Target - the land of Samhan.

The interval between the founding of the Western Han Dynasty and the fall of Great Qin was only five years. The hatred between the old Qin people and the Western Han Dynasty has reached a sensitive point, and once the news that he is the first queen breaks out at this time, the whole world will be in an uproar.

The entire Han Dynasty will definitely use the power of the whole country to hunt down itself and fight against a country with its own strength. Of course, if it is the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it is another story.

Time is a pig-killing knife, and a hundred years is enough time for many people to forget. Forgetting Liu Han Jiangshan is just stealing the Ying family, but he regards the Han Dynasty as orthodox. But in this way, Ying Fei can not worry about her identity.

Since the establishment of the Eastern Han Dynasty, there have been countless dignitaries here. It is precisely because of this almost perverted stimulation that Yingzhou's literary style is extremely prosperous.

Today's Yingchuan is really as many people as reading as dogs, and resourceful people are everywhere. Ying Fei left the house, stepping out of the door for the first time to breathe in the outside air. He really couldn't figure out that his predecessor hadn't been sick at home for ten years.

The streets were bustling with people, rushing under the scorching sun. This is the lowest level of the people, who have no leisure time for a day to walk dogs and fight cocks. A year of hard work just to barely make ends meet,.

Feeling the Han Dynasty thousands of years ago, Ying Fei had no joy or grief. There is no worse situation than the current situation, in line with the cherishing of life, Ying Fei hid the black jade pendant as soon as she went out.

It's a status symbol, and it's very noble. But this is also a big disaster, and the slightest mistake will lead to two parts.

Walking on the bluestone slabs of the street, Ying Fei pondered how to understand everything about this era. Only when we understand this can we formulate feasible countermeasures, turn evil into good fortune, and turn disaster into good fortune.

In ancient times, there were three people with the largest passenger flow, one is the inn. Second, the green building. 3. Taverns. If Ying Fei wants to get information, he must go through these channels, and he casually touched his sleeve, turned around and walked to the tavern on the left.

He is too old to go to the Qinglou. The goods on his body were lacking, and the inn was abandoned. The only way to do this is the tavern, and I was anxious, and I hurriedly walked to the front of the tavern and looked up.

"Sprinkle the Tavern."

"Little Er, a bowl of water and wine."

Walking into the tavern, he casually walked to a young man's table and arched his hand: "This brother, can you take this seat?"

There are quite a few people drinking here, but only here is a young man. The young man's face was pale, graceful, and the fluff at the corners of his mouth had not receded, Ying Fei could be sure that this young man was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, not much older than himself.

"Sit down, little brat."

The young man on the opposite side choked Ying Fei as soon as he spoke, and even the other party didn't even raise his head when he heard his inquiry, revealing a casual aura in his gestures. It seems that the only thing that can make him fascinated here is this bowl of fine wine.

I didn't care about each other's jokes and inconsistencies, and sat down casually. Listen carefully to the conversations of the drinkers around you, hoping to find the information you need.

"Guest, your wine is ready."

With a humble smile, the shopkeeper took out the wine bowl on the plate and put it in front of Ying Fei. Looking at the wine in front of her, Ying Fei frowned.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard it, and the guest officer at the table behind him said: "The great sage and good teacher are really immortals, and he saves people with charms, and there are countless living people."

"The true compassion of the great sage and good teacher is the life of the Buddha of all families."

……

The discussion was silent, and Ying Fei's mind at this moment was like thunder bombardment. My mind is full of the words "Great Sage and Good Teacher", and I can still pay attention to things outside.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

The drinker on the opposite side was the first to notice the change in Ying Fei's mood and asked one by one.

"Whew."

Exhaled a breath, his expression changed a few times, and he said to the young man: "There is Brother Lao to worry about him, and my brother is fine." After saying this, he raised the wine in the bowl and said to the young man: "Getting together is fate, brother, please."

"Please!"

The two bowls greeted each other, and the two looked at each other and smiled and drank the wine in the bowls. At this time, Ying Fei's head is messed up, and he needs a hangover to digest it all before he can make the right layout.

The two did not exchange names, and at this moment they drank because of the rise of drinking. However, Ying Fei didn't know, the young man opposite didn't know, and the world didn't know either. These two people will dominate the world in the future, making the major forces the first enemy.

In 183 AD, there were only two years before the Yellow Turban Rebellion. This year, Guo Jia was thirteen and Ying Fei was twelve years old.