Li Feiyu had a very, very long dream. In the dream, he found that he had become a baby.
That year, a baby was born in Handan, the capital of Zhao State. He was named Zhao Zheng, and his surname was Zhao, also known as Ying Zheng.
As time passed, the baby slowly grew up and became a little boy. He also began to understand and knew that his hometown was in a distant country called Qin. He and his mother were abandoned by his father and became hostages of Zhao.
That year, the little boy and his mother were in a foreign country.
That year, the little boy who was supposed to enjoy wealth and honor and had a happy childhood was bullied, hated, and humiliated in a foreign country. His childish heart was filled with the misery and bitterness of the world, leaving an indelible mark in his heart.
That year, this little boy had gone through countless hardships. After a few twists and turns, he finally returned to the State of Qin with his mother and became the Eldest Young Master of the State of Qin, becoming the future heir of the State of Qin.
That year, he was only nine years old.
That year, when he was nine years old, he had just arrived in Xianyang. Dressed in white, he was still young and naive. He was extremely excited, filled with anticipation, revenge, and longing…
He had suffered in Handan for many years, and now the heavens had finally taken pity on him. He had to avenge his past humiliation and hold his head high.
That year, he was in high spirits.
However, the world was unpredictable. That year, he lost his father at the age of thirteen. Then, under the support of all the officials, he officially ascended the throne in Yong City, the old capital of the Qin country, and became the ruler of the country.
In this perilous and treacherous era, he was only thirteen years old, but his tender shoulders had to carry the country of Qin.
In the palace where the power struggle was extremely fierce, the various forces in the court were ready to make a move. Lu Buwei monopolized the power and was shrewd. He might not even be able to control his own fate and could only live in fear and unease.
Even though he was unwilling, he had no choice but to endure and slowly lay low, waiting for the right opportunity.
That year, he was only thirteen years old. The childishness on his face was still there. He was still a young and inexperienced youth.
That year, when the sea was turbulent, he held back and waited for the opportunity to move. However, only he knew the dangers.
After several years of growth and experience, he finally became an adult.
That year, he wore a crown and a long sword. He walked into the ancestral temple in a black robe and completed the coronation ceremony.
At that moment, he had an imposing appearance, and his brows were filled with the sharpness of a king. He stood proudly between heaven and earth with a peerless magnificence, stunning Beautiful Years.
That year, he finally began to govern.
That year, he had shown his brilliance and devised a strategy to quell Lao Ai's rebellion, get rid of Lu Buwei, and completely take back all the power of the country, turning from a puppet into a true king.
That year, he made a difficult choice between love and hate. He expelled his birth mother, Zhao Ji, and finally became a rational and calm king.
If you want to achieve hegemony, you must first benefit the country and then think of your family. You can also kill your loved ones.
That year, he completely controlled the State of Qin and also completely controlled his own destiny.
That year, in this turbulent era where the seven countries were fighting, he showed his brilliance like the sun at dawn.
That year, he was young and frivolous, with lofty ambitions.
That year, he was determined to do something that no one had ever done before. He wanted to turn this vast land into a complete country. He also wanted to end the hundreds of years of war in this land so that there would be no more war in this land.
That year, he worked hard for the lofty ambition in his heart. He knew how to appoint people well, humbly accepted advice, and let all the heroes in the world join him.
That year, he finally embarked on the path of unifying the six states.
That year, he had befriended the distant and attacked the nearby, uniting and dividing the six countries. Everything was within his plan.
That year, he sat upright in the Xianyang Palace and looked up at the heroes arrogantly. He watched the changes in the world calmly and won the battle thousands of miles away.
That year, he was dressed in military attire, holding a three-foot-long sword as he stood on the top of the Beacon City. He wiped the nine states with his sword, and wherever the sword pointed, the mountains and rivers were bathed in blood.
That year, in Xianyang Palace, Jing Ke attempted to assassinate the emperor. The emperor was furious, and millions of corpses were buried and blood flowed thousands of miles.
In that year, he used the remaining strength of the six generations to rule the world with a long strategy. He swallowed the Zhou Dynasty and destroyed the vassals. He ascended the throne and led the world. He beat the world with a whip and shocked the four seas.
That year, he was in high spirits. All the enemies who stood in his way fell one by one. The land of the six states was filled with smoke, white bones, and blood.
That year, he finally swept the world and unified the world. He overturned this land and opened up a brand new world.
That year, he claimed that he had made contributions that surpassed the Three Royals and Five Emperors. He ascended the throne and was known as the First Emperor.
That year, he had been imagining Great Qin's prosperity.
In that year, he was the leader of the country. He abolished the enfeoffment and replaced it with prefectures and counties. He wrote the same book, rode the same carriage, traveled the same way, used the same currency, used the same measurement system, made the law clear, and built the road…
That year, there was only one language, one currency, and one language in this vast land…
That year, there was only one voice in this vast country, and that was the voice of the First Emperor.
That year, he stood in front of Xianyang Palace and said with a resounding voice,""Wherever Great Qin's cavalry passes, it will be Qin soil!”，How domineering!
That year, he took the land of Baiyue in the south and expanded his territory. The kings of Baiyue all bowed their heads and tied their necks.
That year, he sent Meng Tian to the north to build the Great Wall and defend the fence, repelling the Xiongnu for more than 700 miles.
That year, the Hu people did not dare to go south to herd horses because of his fame, and the soldiers did not dare to draw their bows and complained.
That year, he truly achieved the goal of 'all the lands under the heavens are the land of the king, and all the shores of the land are the subjects of the king!”
That year, the First Emperor's prestige was like the sun in the sky. All the people in the world bowed their heads and did not dare to look directly at the First Emperor's majesty.
That year, under his rule, the Great Qin Empire was as beautiful as a painting.
That year, he worked day and night, wanting to build a foundation for future generations.
However, no one could beat the Fleeting Years. In the end, they could not escape the final fate.
That year, he went out for the fifth time. He wanted to see the beautiful mountains and rivers that he had personally built, but he fell asleep and never woke up again.
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"Strange, why did I have such a strange dream for no reason?”Li Feiyu thought to himself.
For a senior high school student who had studied history, Li Feiyu naturally knew who the person in his dream was. That man was none other than the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, who had the title of the one emperor in history.
However, in his dream, he dreamed that he had become the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, and even started from a baby until the death of the First Emperor, Ying Zheng.
Moreover, this dream was too real, as if he had experienced it himself. The life of the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, appeared vividly in his dream. He could even clearly feel the state of mind of the First Emperor, as if those were not the experiences of the First Emperor, but his own.
"Could it be that what I think about in the day and what I dream about at night?”Li Feiyu then comforted and explained in his heart, but this dream was too real.
Li Feiyu was a loyal fan of the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, and he knew everything about him like the back of his hand. This time, he had just finished his college entrance examination, so he took advantage of the holidays to go see the terracotta warriors with a few classmates.
Li Feiyu tried hard to recall the scene when he saw the terracotta soldiers. He seemed to have been pushed by something, and then his whole body crashed into a tall terracotta soldier. Then, his vision went black and he completely lost consciousness.
"Wait, is this not a dream, but I really became Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng?”Li Feiyu suddenly had such an idea.
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