I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

Having lived on this island for three years, I've never seen a modern ship or airplane, not even a plastic bottle.

Previously, I could comfort myself by saying that the flight path was "remote".

But the appearance of these people made this comfort increasingly powerless.

Especially Meng Yi.

Zhang Ying had seen him write calligraphy in person. His beautiful small seal script was something that no random extra could write. Without decades of training, one could not produce that kind of style.

Is it...

The moment the thought popped into his head, he forcibly cut it off.

impossible.

He preferred to believe that these people were the most dedicated film crew in history rather than consider the most outrageous possibility.

He still wants to go home.

I miss the takeout, air conditioning, and Wi-Fi of the 21st century.

I miss my parents and friends.

"Sir, shall we go pick some watermelons?" Wang Ruoshu's voice interrupted his thoughts. "It's hot, perfect for making some chilled watermelons."

Zhang Ying snapped out of her daze and nodded.

Meng Yi did not follow them into the cave.

He was hunched over a bamboo table, writing furiously with a charcoal pencil on rolls of bamboo slips.

He meticulously recorded Zhang Ying's oral account of "Journey to the West" and the poems she recited on the spot.

Your Majesty is right. Great Qin cannot only rely on military might and iron horses; it should also have its own culture and culture.

These are all treasures worthy of being passed down through generations.

He wanted to bring these back to Xianyang, print them into a book, and let the whole world see that this was the true culture of the Qin Dynasty.

……

The watermelon patch was not far from the cave, on a sunny, gentle slope.

Wang Ruoshu followed closely beside Zhang Ying.

"Sir, if you were to leave this place in the future, what are your plans?"

"Go home and continue my research," Zhang Ying replied casually.

"Scientific research?" Wang Ruoshu didn't understand the meaning of this word. "Is it... a very powerful field of study?"

"More or less."

"Does the gentleman not want to achieve great things and become a high-ranking official?" she asked again, her voice very soft.

Zhang Ying paused for a moment.

To achieve great things and make a name for oneself?

He gazed at the golden rapeseed fields in the distance and fell silent.

Ying Zheng and Wang Ben walked behind, looking at the two people walking side by side in front of them. One of them showed a fatherly smile, while the other looked thoughtful.

When we arrived at the melon patch, we saw round, plump watermelons lying lazily among the vines.

Ying Zheng was in high spirits. He imitated Zhang Ying's previous actions, bent down, picked out the largest-looking one, and prepared to reach out and pick it.

But he forgot that the melon vines were tangled and easily tripped people up.

"Old Ying, watch your step!" Zhang Ying reminded him when she saw his clumsy movements, and quickly stepped forward to lend a hand.

Before he could finish speaking...

Ying Zheng slipped and tripped over a thick melon vine, losing his balance and falling straight backward to the ground.

From an outsider's perspective, this angle and this timing...

It was just like Zhang Ying reaching out and pushing him to the ground.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

"How dare you!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the nearby woods.

The entire ground seemed to tremble.

Zhang Ying hadn't yet realized what was happening.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

More than a dozen black shadows, like ghosts, darted out from the bushes and behind the trees from all directions.

Their speed was so great that they left only a few afterimages in the air.

next second.

The cold touch had already pressed against Zhang Ying's neck, back, and throat.

More than a dozen incomparably sharp Qin swords, from various tricky angles, completely sealed off his vital points.

If he makes the slightest move, he will be pierced and turned into a bloody gourd.

Zhang Ying froze completely.

A large banner embroidered with a black bird was raised by several tall soldiers, fluttering in the sea breeze.

Zhang Ying's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints the instant she saw the large flag.

He knew this flag all too well.

Ying Zheng was helped up from the ground by Wang Ben. He patted the dust off his body, his face gloomy.

Wang Ruoshu was also terrified and covered her mouth.

"His Majesty!"

A sharp, feminine voice cut through the crowd.

A pale-faced, beardless middle-aged man dressed in eunuch's robes scrambled to Ying Zheng's feet, knelt down with a thud, and wailed, "Your Majesty, you have been frightened! This servant deserves to die!"

Immediately following behind, an elderly man dressed in the robes of a prime minister and wearing a tall crown stepped forward and bowed deeply to Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, I, Li Si, have arrived too late to save Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"

Zhang Ying stiffly turned his neck to look at "Old Ying," who was surrounded by the crowd in the center and whom he had just reminded to watch his step and complained about for being too immersed in his role.

Then look at the "Old Wang" next to him, who looks tense and ready to take action at any moment. He is Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu.

There was also "Old Meng," a high-ranking official named Meng Yi, who was copying "Journey to the West" in the cave and whom he regarded as a cultured man.

Names and faces flashed through his mind.

Then, he recalled what he had done over the past two weeks.

He made Qin Shi Huang work as his laborer, pounding rice and kneading dough.

He called the founding father of the Qin Dynasty "Old Wang" and won 2.5 million coins from him.

He had the chief minister of the Qin Dynasty assist him, doing tasks such as tending the fire and washing vegetables.

He played cards with them, including Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), and brazenly accepted money from them, saying they were unlucky.

He also spoke at length to Qin Shi Huang himself about the bad practices of the Qin Dynasty, saying that the First Emperor was too controlling and did not understand the way of checks and balances.

He also recommended "An Actor Prepares" to this great emperor of all time.

Barbie Q is here.

Cold sweat instantly poured down Zhang Ying's back.

He felt as if a dozen swords were pressed against his neck, not a dozen mountains.

It turns out they weren't acting.

I must be blind.

It turns out the world hasn't gone mad.

I'm the one who's gone mad.

He wasn't surviving on a desert island.

He traveled back in time to the Qin Dynasty more than two thousand years ago and even kidnapped the First Emperor.

Come back home?

Going home my ass.

In the 21st century, food delivery, air conditioning, Wi-Fi...

Parents, friends...

Everything has come to nothing.

A profound sense of loss and fear gripped his heart like an invisible hand.

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you disrespect His Majesty!" The eunuch named Zhao Gao scrambled to his feet, pointed at Zhang Ying, and shouted in a shrill voice, "Guards! Kill this scoundrel on the spot and chop him into mincemeat!"

He saw this as a perfect opportunity to show his loyalty.

The dozen or so Qin swords moved forward another inch.

The cold blade had already pierced Zhang Ying's skin.

"stop!"

A deep, authoritative roar drowned out all other noises.

Ying Zheng pushed through the crowd and walked over.

Those black-armored warriors, the elite known as the "Xuanwu Guards," did not hesitate for a moment after hearing the angry shout. With a whoosh, they all sheathed their swords and retreated, standing with their hands at their sides, as if the murderous scene had never happened.

Orders are obeyed without question, as easily as an arm or fingers.

Zhao Gao's smug expression froze, and he looked at Ying Zheng in confusion: "Your Majesty..."

"I said, stop." Ying Zheng's tone wasn't harsh, but it carried undeniable weight. "Who gave you the audacity to be so disrespectful to the Master?"