Da Qin: The First Emperor wanted to train me to be the empress

However, Ying Zheng is not in a hurry. Since the Nine Girls have written for him what really happened in the history of later generations, he will wait until he reads it.

After everything had settled, Xu Man stood up and said, "Father, it's getting late, would you like to accompany my son back to Huazhang Palace for dinner?"

"Forget it, my father still has something to do, so I won't go."

In fact, Ying Zheng really wanted to go. Both father and daughter have been extremely busy in the past two years, and there are very few opportunities to have meals together.

But he was thinking about those real historical stories, and he couldn't wait to know what happened after his death in the original history.

I also want to know what people believed in that prosperous era that my Xu'er cherished.

What difference does that kind of faith make?

"I'll take my leave first."

When Xu Man heard his father's answer, he didn't force it, "You don't have to stay up late to hurt your body, and rest on time."

"Don't worry, Father knows."

After finishing his words, he told everyone below: "Let's all leave. We'll talk about it after we take up our duties tomorrow."

"only."

The civil and military ministers stood up quickly, bowed and left Zhangtai Palace.

"Wang Jian, Li Si, and Meng Yi stay."

Seeing all the civil and military ministers walking out, Ying Zheng stopped the three men again.

The three people quickly came back and sat down until everyone left the meeting hall.

Xu Man didn't stay long. After getting permission from his father, he asked Long Twelve to take him back to Huazhang Palace.

In the meeting hall of Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng was not in a hurry to talk to several ministers, but directly took out the books that Xu Man had given him in the morning.

The cover says "True Story 1" followed by numbers 2, 3, 4... like this. Ying Zheng did not comment on the cover. He opened the book directly and saw a sentence written on the title page:

I would like to write this book in memory of the kings and people of all dynasties who have made contributions to China!

Xu Man feels that in any dynasty, celebrities have contributions from celebrities, and common people have contributions from common people, even if these common people may not leave traces.

But as future generations, we should never forget that there are generations of them in the long history, passing on the virtues of hardship and hard work of the Chinese people.

That's why I wrote such a note on the title page.

Ying Zheng looked at this sentence and didn't turn the page for a long time.

His Majesty's reaction made Wang Jian, Li Si, and Meng Yi look at each other in confusion, but they did not dare to disturb him easily.

After a brief reflection, Ying Zheng turned to the next page and began to read the story that Xu'er had written for himself.

As he read, this eternal emperor finally saw the war in China after his death, the suffering of the nation, and those crazy saboteurs.

Even though he had been prepared through his daughter's voice and early warning, he was so angry at the tragic situation that his face kept changing.

This made the three close ministers look worried, and they kept thinking: "What did your Majesty see? Why is it so changeable?"

"I wonder who sent these to His Majesty? Look how angry He is."

"Tsk, Your Majesty has been intangible with mood and anger since he was a child. Now that he is so angry, it is obvious that there is something treasonous and treacherous written in it."

The three of them each had their own ideas, but they were all worried that His Majesty would be angry and wanted to divert his attention.

"Your Majesty, can you please..."

Wang Jian, Li Qi, and Meng Yi spoke almost at the same time. As soon as the words came out, the three of them looked at each other and understood each other's intentions.

Ying Zheng was awakened by the voices of three people, and then he remembered that what he was watching was something that would happen after his death.

So he took a deep breath, waved his hand and said: "Wait a moment, let me read the last few pages." (End of this chapter)