I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

The next morning, Qin Tian climbed into Ying Zheng's carriage again.

Ying Zheng was sitting upright in the carriage, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, seemingly reviewing the reports that had been sent along the way.

Seeing Qin Tian lift the curtain and enter, he raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Yesterday, this national advisor was flying around in the sky, chatting happily with the soldiers. Why did he voluntarily climb into the car today?

"Why has the Imperial Advisor decided to ride with me today?" Ying Zheng put down the bamboo scroll, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing. "Could it be that you're tired from flying around?"

Qin Tian casually sat down cross-legged opposite Ying Zheng, reached for the jade pot on the low table, poured himself a cup of wine, tilted his head back and took a swig before speaking.

"Brother Zheng, didn't I tell you that the world is vast, and Qin only occupies one or two hundred percent of it?"

Ying Zheng's gaze sharpened slightly.

Qin Tian did say that. At the time, Qin Tian said, "Great Qin only accounts for one or two hundred percent." He just found it hard to believe and did not really understand the weight of those words.

"Let me take you out for a walk." Qin Tian placed his wine glass on the low table, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes gleamed with eager anticipation. "We can also pick up some ingredients and seasonings. The food we eat every day is too bland; I really can't stand it."

Ying Zheng's lips twitched involuntarily as he looked at Qin Tian's expression that said, "I really can't stand this food anymore."

His imperial cuisine was top-notch even by the standards of the entire Qin Dynasty; the ingredients were the best, the chefs were the best, and the cooking methods were the most exquisite.

But the Imperial Advisor summed it up in three words—"too bland."

However, Ying Zheng did not dwell on this issue.

His attention was drawn to another sentence.

"Go out for a stroll?" Ying Zheng's voice held a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation. "When the Grand Preceptor said 'go out for a stroll,' what did he mean by...?"

"It's like I'll take you on a flight, so you can see what this world is really like."

Qin Tian's tone was as casual as if he were saying, "I'll take you for a walk."

Ying Zheng paused slightly in his breathing.

Fly around once.

By flying.

Like Qin Tian, ​​soar through the air and look down upon the earth.

He had considered it.

Ever since he saw Qin Tian descend from the sky, he had imagined it countless times in his heart.

What would it be like if one day he could fly into the sky like Qin Tian and look down on his empire from above?

But he never mentioned it.

He was the emperor, the supreme ruler, and could not act like a child, chasing after the imperial advisor and asking, "Can you take me flying?"

He has his reserve, his dignity, and his decency.

Now, the Imperial Advisor has brought it up himself.

"Those places are too far away." Ying Zheng tried to keep his voice calm, but the fleeting light in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. "I can't fly."

Qin Tian waved his hand, the movement as elegant as if he were commanding the world: "What's the problem? I'll carry you. I can carry a few people without any problem now. You, Meng Yi, and a few soldiers, ten or eight people are no problem at all."

Ying Zheng's eyes widened slightly.

"You let the team continue towards Xianyang according to the original plan. I'll take you out for a trip, we'll be back in a day. I'll show you what this world is really like."

one day.

Ying Zheng quickly calculated in his mind.

A day won't take up too much time.

The group continued westward. He was gone for a day, and with Li Si and Zhao Gao around, nothing major would happen.

Moreover, with Meng Yi and his soldiers following him, there's no need to worry about safety.

Besides, with the Imperial Advisor here, what is there to worry about?

"it is good."

Ying Zheng uttered only one word, crisp and decisive, without hesitation or doubt.

That's his style; once he makes a decision, he never looks back.

The line quickly came to a stop.

Ying Zheng summoned Li Si and Zhao Gao to the carriage and gave them a brief instruction: "I and the Grand Preceptor are going on an inspection tour and will return in one day. The entourage shall continue westward as usual and shall not be delayed."

Li Si bowed his head in agreement, his expression unchanged, showing no emotional fluctuation.

Zhao Gao stood beside Li Si, bowing deeply, his smile respectful and warm, repeatedly saying things like "Your Majesty, rest assured" and "Your subject will certainly do his utmost."

But in the instant his eyes lowered, a deep, sinister glint flashed across them.

Out on patrol?

Where should we patrol?

Why bring Meng Yi along?

Why not take him?

Zhao Gao suppressed all these doubts and anxieties in his heart, showing no sign of them on his face.

He respectfully stepped aside and watched Ying Zheng walk towards the open space in front of the procession.

Meng Yi was already waiting there.

He sat upright on his horse, his face solemn, but his hand holding the reins was slightly pale.

His Majesty just sent someone to inform him that he will be accompanying the Imperial Preceptor on an inspection tour, and he should prepare immediately.

He went out with the Imperial Preceptor.

By flying.

Meng Yi took a deep breath, trying to appear calm.

He was a high-ranking official, one of His Majesty's most trusted advisors, and could not show any fear in front of his soldiers.

But he was definitely feeling uneasy.

fly.

He's really going to fly in the sky.

Eight soldiers were selected, all of them the elite of the elite, with strong physiques and agile skills. They were chosen from among the physicians who guarded Ying Zheng.

Their only mission is to protect His Majesty closely, and no matter what happens, they must stand in front of him.

Of course, whether or not we can stop them is another matter, but we must have the right attitude.

The eight soldiers stood ramrod straight, like eight wooden stakes driven into the ground, their faces resolute and stern.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that their Adam's apples are moving up and down unconsciously, and fine beads of sweat are seeping from their foreheads.

Qin Tian stood in the center of the open space, his white robes fluttering gently in the morning breeze, his long hair flying in the wind.

He looked at the ten people in front of him: Ying Zheng, Meng Yi, and eight soldiers, and nodded slightly.

"Come closer, don't spread out." Qin Tian's voice clearly reached everyone's ears. "I will use my Yuan Power to support you in a moment. You will feel like you are standing on solid ground. Don't be afraid, and don't move around. I'll take care of everything."

Ying Zheng walked to Qin Tian's side, his expression calm and his gaze steady.

He had suppressed all his unease and tension deep within his heart, leaving only the composure befitting an emperor on his face.

Meng Yi stood half a step behind Ying Zheng, his right hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Eight soldiers formed a circle, surrounding Ying Zheng, Meng Yi, and Qin Tian in the middle, facing outwards and with their backs to the inside.

This is the guard formation they are most familiar with.

Whether in the sky or on the ground, their duties are the same.

Qin Tian closed his eyes, and the Yuan energy within his body began to circulate.