Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 771: Black Bird

I slightly tilted my head to glance at him. There was three parts of pride, seven parts of fatigue, and a trace of awe for the unknown history that only he could understand. That night, the palace lanterns of the Afang Palace formed a river of stars. Zhang Kai sat alone on the terrace, looking at the position of the Big Dipper. The archaeological site in his memory overlapped with the prosperous empire in front of him. He took out the broken notebook in his arms, and the latest page read: "In 221 BC, the First Emperor unified the six kingdoms." A drop of candle tears dripped on the place where the ink was not dry. On the day when Xu Fu sailed east, Zhang Kai stood at the port to see him off. The alchemist's fleet raised white sails. He looked at the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in Xu Fu's hand and suddenly remembered Ying Zheng's obsession with immortality. "Sir, are you really not going?" Xu Fu's eyes were meaningful. He shook his head and touched the bronze sword at his waist - it was given by Ying Zheng himself, and the scabbard was engraved with "Settling the Four Seas". The rainstorm in the Dune Palace came unexpectedly. Zhang Kai knelt in front of Ying Zheng's sickbed, listening to his weak words: "The Great Wall... Lingqu Canal... and..." The emperor's hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, "You don't belong to this world..." Before he finished speaking, thunder shattered the window frame, and he felt the old wound on the back of his neck begin to burn again - that was the place where he was struck by lightning when he traveled through time. On the night when Hu Hai ascended the throne, Zhang Kai burned all his modern notes. In the firelight, he saw the prophecy of Li Si being beheaded and the tragic scene of Meng Tian drinking poison. When the new emperor's messenger brought the poisoned wine, he was looking at Mount Li outside Xianyang - there was the imperial mausoleum he participated in designing, and behind the countless secret doors, there were secrets more shocking than the Terracotta Warriors. The moment he drank the poisoned wine, Zhang Kai vaguely heard the sound of the Luoyang shovel hitting the bronze. He smiled, and blood foam flowed down the corners of his mouth, blooming like red plums on the blue bricks. The wheel of history rolls forward, and he, a spectator from the future, eventually becomes a vague footnote in history books: "Dr. Zhang of Qin, good at making strange plans, died in the first year of the second emperor."

The story begins with Liu Bo's accidental time travel while studying the history of Qin in modern times, and he is placed in the Qin Dynasty under the tyranny of Hu Hai. Through his insight into Zhao Gao's conspiracy, contacting old subordinates, and launching an uprising, the story shows the thrilling process of the protagonist turning the tide in troubled times and fighting against Hu Hai's group, integrating historical allusions and power struggles. The Xianyang Ni Lin parchment scroll is spread out on the desk, and Liu Bo's pen tip is suspended above the annotation "In the autumn of the first year of Qin II, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang rose up in Daze Township." The cicadas outside the window suddenly stopped chirping, and the chandelier in the library suddenly burst into electric sparks. When he opened his eyes again, the pungent smell of gunpowder had filled his nose. "Hurry up and save Prince Fusu!" The roar of the armored army penetrated his ears. Liu Bo staggered and held the earth wall. His linen short jacket was stained with blood, and the heavy bronze sword on his waist hurt. The eaves of the Xianyang Palace in the distance twisted in the firelight. He took out the mobile phone from his jeans pocket - only the Qin Dynasty territory map on the screensaver was still shining coldly. "Are you a clerk in General Meng Tian's account?" The young guard pulled his collar. Liu Bo looked at the black bird pattern on the other's armor and suddenly remembered the record in "Records of the Grand Historian": In 210 BC, Qin Shihuang died in Shaqiu, and Hu Hai forged an imperial edict to execute Fusu and Meng Tian. "Where is General Meng?" He grabbed the guard's wrist with his backhand, "I have a secret letter!" The wooden wheels of the prison car rolled over the gravel road, and Liu Bo curled up beside Meng Tian. The old general's white hair was stained with grass, but his back was still straight: "My son, you said that Hu Hai was not the last emperor's will?" He took out the pen he brought from the modern era and carved "Zhao Gao and Li Si forged the edict" on the wooden board of the prison car. Meng Tian's pupils shrank suddenly, and his old palm pressed the back of his hand: "If you can get out alive..." The torches of the night trial illuminated the dungeon like daylight. Zhao Gao's fox fur dragged across the moss, and the oriental pearls on the jade crown dazzled people's eyes. "I heard that you know the secret of the will?" The eunuch's nails scratched Liu Bo's cheek, "Tell me, I'll make you the Imperial Censor." He glanced at Meng Tian on the rack and suddenly laughed out loud: "Master Zhao, do you know 'calling a deer a horse'?" The moment the dungeon shook, Liu Bo broke open the door. Outside, the sound of killing was deafening, and Zhang Han's rebel flags fluttered in the wind. He grabbed the rebels' long spear, but saw Hu Hai's carriage in the melee - the young emperor wore a crown, and his pale face was flushed with a sickly red. "Your Majesty! General Meng was wronged..." Before he finished speaking, a rain of arrows broke through the air. The sound of fleeing horses' hooves awakened the cold fog of the Wei River. Liu Bo took the remnants of Meng Tian and hid in the old troops of Hangu Pass, and drew a modern tactical map on sheepskin: "Hu Hai has just ascended the throne, and the morale of the army is unstable. Let's go straight to Xianyang!" He took out the melted chocolate in his pocket, broke off a piece and handed it to the old soldier, "This is a magical item that can quickly satisfy hunger." When the battle flag on the top of Xianyang City changed hands for the third time, Liu Bo stood in the ruins of Zhangtai Palace. Zhao Gao's body lay across the Danchi, and the jade crown rolled to the side. Hu Hai huddled behind the dragon throne, with the crown crooked on his face: "You...you are not a Qin person!" He raised the pen to the throat of the young emperor: "Remember the abalone cart in Shaqiu? The stench of the former emperor's corpse mixed with..." "Wait!" Fusu's voice came from the palace gate. The prince who faked his death a few months ago was wearing black armor, and behind him was the new army trained by Meng Tian. Liu Bo looked at the figure who was supposed to die in the northern border in the history book, and the tip of his fountain pen drew a thin blood mark on Hu Hai's neck: "My lord, do you know that the world should not be named Hu?" On the day of the court reform, Liu Bo unfolded the outline of the constitution he brought from the modern era. Bamboo slips and printed paper were intertwined on the desk. He pointed to the "county system" clause: "Abolish the feudal system and set up three provinces and six ministries." Fusu laughed with his hands, but his eyes under the crown were worried: "If so, the old nobles will definitely rebel." He took out his mobile phone to play "The Internationale", and the passionate melody scared away the crows under the eaves. When the news of the rebellion in Lingnan came, Liu Bo was teaching children to read. Simplified characters and small seal characters were written side by side on the bamboo slips. He looked at the newly built Lingqu Canal in the distance and thought of the water conservancy project map before the time travel. Suddenly, a fast horse brought a secret report that the remnants of Hu Hai were gathering in Shuzhong. He held the fountain pen tightly - this pen that had written countless historical papers had become the sharpest weapon at this moment.

Xianyang's Reverse Scale (Continued) The morning bell of the Xianyang Palace startled the crows, and Liu Bo's palms holding the bamboo slips were stained with sweat. The three dukes and nine ministers were lined up on the red steps, and the black sleeves of the right prime minister Feng Quji swept across the jade steps, making a subtle sound. "Three new provinces and six ministries have been established, and the Shangshu Ling has been appointed to take charge of government affairs. May I ask, Lord Liu, what ancient method is this?" The old minister's voice echoed in the empty hall, with the coldness of metal and stone hitting each other. Liu Bo unfolded the printed "Official Reform Memorial", and the paper and bamboo slips collided with a crisp sound. "In Zhou Dynasty, six government departments were divided into different branches, and Qin law also emphasized power division." His eyes swept over the ministers who were whispering in the hall, "Now the Grand Censor is in charge of supervision, and the Chief Justice is in charge of prisons, but they are still under the jurisdiction of the Prime Minister. Isn't this the source of chaos in laws and regulations?" Before he finished speaking, a sneer came from behind the pearl curtain of Chief Justice Li Si, "It's easy to talk about war on paper, but have you ever thought about the resettlement of old officials?" At lunch time, Liu Bo ran into Fengchang Hu Wujing in the office.