Chapter 227: Father-son dialogue, passing words

Luoyang.
A simple and quiet manor surrounded by water, built on the outskirts, with its back facing the foot of the mountains, with a bit of ancient architecture in the Qin Dynasty.
Looking far away.
It seems very quiet and solemn.
The people passing by, whether they are martial artists or members of the imperial clan, can't help but stand in awe.
Somewhere in the manor.
Several waitresses holding a few small dishes and drinks in their hands, bowed their heads, walked respectfully on the corridor passages, looking serious, not dare to be sloppy.
These maids.
They are all modern people.
For the ancient thoughts of decadence and backwardness, the humble servants have always sneered at them.
Although they are this manor.
Recruiting subordinates.
But I usually just do the work of serving tea and water, washing and cooking, and I don’t think anyone is superior to me. Even if they are the owners of the manor, although they are respectful in their mouths, they are not at all in their hearts. Going on.
In their view.
He and the manor are just an employment relationship, not to mention servants.
But since I have seen the ancestors of the owner of this manor.
Know his identity.
Even they are struggling every day, for fear that they will be unhappy with each other.
Walk to the inner courtyard of the manor.
The waitresses still did not dare to look up, and respectfully put the food aside.
An old man with an old face and a white beard and beard in gray ancient clothes waved his hand.
"You guys, go down."
Several waitresses lowered their heads quickly and backed out.
only.
As they approached to go out, the few people still couldn't help their throbbing in their hearts. They raised their heads cautiously, as if they could catch a glimpse. It was the glory of their lives. Then, they quickly glanced at the one standing in front of the lake. That figure.
Watching several waitresses leave.
The white-bearded old man couldn't help showing embarrassment, looked at the figure in front, and smiled:
"Old ancestor, I will let these attendants leave tomorrow."
next moment.
A faint voice came from the mouth of the figure.
"No, it's no longer the Great Qin Dynasty. The rule that people are forbidden to see Longyan is no longer necessary."
The old man with white beard nodded quickly.
Then he respectfully stood aside.
Seeing the food that was about to cool down, the white-bearded old man opened his mouth, and he stopped talking. When he was just talking, another faint word came from his ear.
"Let this go first!"
The old man with white beard silenced.
Stop talking,
It seems that the entire manor, following this figure, has become much quieter.
Standing in front is only a young man who does not seem to be more than thirty years old.
But the young man has a natural imperial temperament.
But it was Lian Zhao Hengren and others.
Both are inferior.
This young man is wearing a snow-white straight-breasted robe. The drape of his clothes is excellent. The waist is rounded with a wide belt with a white cloud pattern. Only a piece of excellent jade is hung on it. The shape looks rough, but it hangs on the young man. On his body, he is particularly simple and quiet.
The white-bearded old man raised his head respectfully and looked at his ancestor, who had left the title of emperor through the ages, with a trace of worship in his heart.
Although they Luoyang win clan.
There are only two ancestors.
Unlike other imperial capitals, many emperor figures have come back to life.
But it's enough!
The young man was facing an artificial lake that was not too big or small, but it was very delicate, surrounded by rockery.
Suddenly asked faintly:
"He should be back soon, right?"
at the same time.
The brush that the young man held in his hand happened to be on the rice paper of the book table in front of him, and he had finished writing six vigorous and powerful characters.
Great Qin Dynasty, win against Su!
"The person who left one emperor in history has disappeared from now on, and now this is the new name of this emperor in this era!"
Listening to the youth's plain, yet calm words.
The white-bearded old man couldn't help turning his body and glanced at the six large characters on the rice paper. When he saw the two characters on the last signature, his heart trembled a little.
Hurriedly replied:
"Ancestor Hui, Xiaozu Hai, I have reported to the Imperial Group this morning. This meeting should be back soon."
The white-bearded old man, the current patriarch of the Ying clan, also knew very well that the culprit of Qin Wang II was the youngest son of the ancestor, Ying Hai!
Should have helped Prince Su succeed to the throne.
However, the younger son Yinghai, combined with traitorous eunuchs, pretended to pass on the sacred edict, and gave to death the Fusu Prince who was supposed to succeed Datong, but the younger son Yinghai ascended the throne.
Improper.
Become the person in charge of the world.
Until the collapse of the Qin Dynasty.
The Fusu Prince who should become the emperor.
He was killed by the joint.
Things are thousands of years.
But even the ancestor who was named the emperor in front of him must have anger in his heart, otherwise, how could the ancestor change his name to Yingsu.
At this moment.
A young man wearing a golden yellow costume with a hint of arrogance in his eyes walked in from the entrance of the corridor outside without any rush.
It was the win Hai who came back from the royal team.
Ying Hai directly ignored the white-bearded old man, respectfully walked to Ying Su who was wearing a snow-white robe, bent down slightly, and bowed.
"Father!"
When I saw the word "Win Su" written on the rice paper.
Ying Hai's heart trembled slightly, and he was silent for a while, pretending not to understand the profound meaning of it, and exclaimed:
"Father's calligraphy, even after thousands of years, still writes like this."
The old man with white beard sighed in his heart as he listened.
This Hai Xiaozu.
Although he used vicious methods to ascend to the throne, this kind of mentality beyond ordinary people is extraordinary.
Yingsu put down the brush in his hand and carried his hands on his back, with another hint of meaning in his tone, and said lightly:
"Do you really feel good?"
No extra feelings.
But it reveals the majesty that belongs to the emperor.
Suddenly.
Win Hai gritted his teeth:
"Yes!"
for a long time.
There was no sound around, only the atmosphere, filled with a trace of quiet cold, and the sound of the snow-white straight robe, blowing in the breeze.
"Then you go down."
Wait for this sentence to fall.
Yinghai couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief. When he exited and walked to the corridor, he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, and his face became even colder.
"Father, the Great Qin Dynasty has been dead for thousands of years. Are you still blaming me! Well, in that case, when I overtake you, you will understand how stupid your edict was at the beginning!"
Of course.
He didn't know.
When he left ~EbookFREE.me~, beside the artificial lake surrounded by rockery, there was a sudden cold talk to himself.
"Hier, since you still don't take the initiative to admit your mistakes..."
next moment.
When the white-bearded old man saw the six characters on the rice paper disappeared on the rice paper.
His face changed suddenly.
But when he saw the words on the rice paper changing again and again, his eyes were staring, and a huge horror rose in his heart.
"Sir, you were right thousands of years ago. The emperor was wrong. Please use the life of Yinghai to revive Fusu!"
"No regrets?"
"No regrets!" Sorry, I have been invincible for a billion years