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

Chapter 58 Zulong feels so desolate in his heart (The fourth update is here, good night, my dears~
Since the arrival of the children who were still in the palace, Zulong has not spoken any more except to accept their greetings.

Because he was listening to Ying Xuman's heart.

It’s just that after listening for a long time without hearing anything of practical significance, he thought there would be no new gains.

As a result, I heard at this moment that these children did not end well in the end.

He remained calm and quietly observed the look on Jiu's daughter's face to see which young master she disliked more than Hu Hai.

At the same time, he listened to her voice. As the First Emperor, who was accustomed to controlling everything, he had to understand more about what might happen.

Ying Xuman looked at the brothers and sisters in front of him, listened to the chatter of everyone, and continued to complain or sigh in his heart.

[Among all the brothers and sisters, Gongzi is the smartest. 】

[In order to prevent the ancestral dragon bloodline from being cut off in this generation, he asked the second generation and Zhao Gao to be buried in Lishan. Only then did his descendants survive, leaving a descendant of the bloodline for Brother Zheng. 】

[The rest of my brothers and sisters were killed just like me, especially the three Lu brothers who were trapped and killed in the palace. I was really unwilling and angry. 】

【Hey--】

[If Brother Zheng knew that less than three years after his death, these thirty-odd children and descendants would eventually die, leaving only the young master Gao who was buried, how heartbroken would he be? 】

Thinking of this, she almost couldn't hide her murderous intention towards Hu Hai.

Fortunately, she stopped in time and her eyes fell on the two people closest to the young master.

Well, one of the twelve young masters, Yue, is only seventeen or eighteen years old now, a child who has just reached adulthood in modern times.

There is also Gongzi Jian, who is fifteen or sixteen years old and is still underage in modern times.

It can be seen from their words and deeds that these brothers are optimistic and cheerful big boys.

He was also enthusiastic and active, and he went to help harvest grain soon after arriving.

After a while, he came back and took his brother, General Lu, to help him. After a while, he came over and asked his father how to eat so much food.

After a while, she asked Xu Man if she could bring some back to her imperial sister-in-law to eat later.

Today's lively and cheerful young man, Lin, really doesn't want them to die in such a miserable way.Ying Xuman smiled and nodded, saying that when the royal brothers left, they could take some back to their respective palaces to share with those close to them.

In this regard, Ying Zheng did not express an opinion, but was immersed in the news that his more than 30 children and descendants were murdered and died in just three years, leaving only a single descendant.

He observed the lively scene in front of him, and pictures appeared in his mind.

In the end, only the young master Gao Gugu accompanied him in the desolate scene of Lishan Mausoleum.

The old man's heart ached, but he didn't show it at all on the surface.

But the coldness all over his body invisibly affected the surroundings. No one came close within one meter of Zulong.

Even Zhao Gao unknowingly walked ten steps away, fearing that he would become the first outlet for His Majesty's anger.

Xia Wuqie concentrated on collecting corn silk and tender corn husks.

He thought that both the whiskers and core could be used as medicine, but as for the skin, why not take it back and boil it and try it.

……

"Your Majesty, I'm so happy, so happy."

When all the corn harvesting for about five acres was completed, Meng Yi's voice of surprise came, followed by Li Si who was equally excited.

"Why is there joy?"

Ying Zhengxia was in the desolation of leaving only a single sprout after his death. Suddenly he heard the voice announcing the good news, and his tone became a little emotional.

"Your Majesty, the yield of this corn is six thousand five hundred kilograms per mu, which is really high yield."

The two people who were excited did not hear the emotion in Zu Long's tone and loudly announced the results they had arrived at.

Li Si, in particular, nodded vigorously and added: "Yes, Your Majesty, I and Meng Shangqing have calculated it ten times and confirmed it is correct. The yield per mu is six thousand five hundred catties."

(End of this chapter)