To the west is the plateau, and behind the plateau are the mountains. From a distance, the mountains are all white, and the peaks have long been covered with ice and snow. And behind the mountains, there is the edge of the world.

The auras of heaven and earth here are mixed, the laws are incomplete, and there is no distinction between east, west, and west. It may be a bit confusing to say this. The image is that in the Central Plains and the grasslands, flames plus explosives equal an explosion. Here, flames plus bombs may not explode.

The results of doing the same thing in the Central Plains and doing it here may be completely different. The experience accumulated in the past is not only useless, but may be a hidden bomb that blows up oneself with a bang.

The north is grassland. There is a very large lake in the north of the grassland called the North Sea. North of the North Sea is an endless ice field. As for the north of the ice field, it is also the edge of the world.

The south is Lingnan, and south of Lingnan is the rain forest. There are a lot of rain forests. The climate there is completely different from that of the Central Plains. It is summer almost all year round. In some places, typhoons from the sea visit.

To the south of the rainforest is the sea, which is called the South China Sea. Further south, the South China Sea is still an edge place, where vitality is mixed and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive. The closer you get to the edge of the world, the worse the environment becomes.

The east is the East China Sea, which is dotted with islands. These islands are large and small. The largest is Yizhou Island, and the smallest may be just a reef leaking out of the sea.

There are no overseas fairy islands, and the theory of ten continents and three islands is purely made up by alchemists. However, infinitely close to the edge of the world, there is a large whirlpool, a large whirlpool that even Ying Zheng cannot see through.

Suddenly, a voice came to Ying Zheng's ear.

"Your Majesty, my family has a good harvest this year, with a harvest of five dan, which is one stone higher than the average yield per mu calculated in the newspaper. My family originally had 100 acres of land and a family of six. Later, the boss made military exploits, and his farmland

I am also planting..."

At a glance, Ying Zheng saw an old farmer. He looked very old, his skin had been tanned long ago, and his hands were full of calluses, which were thick enough to cover one layer.

As he spoke, he stood in front of Ying Zheng's portrait, holding an earthenware bowl with a corner missing in his hand, and rambled on about many things in life.

"This year has been good. It's just a pity that the eldest daughter-in-law gave birth to a girl and is a loser... By the way, it would be better if the court could collect less taxes. But overall, life is better than before.

It will be much better in a few years. Even my little grandson can eat eggs and meat every now and then..."

The old farmer was still talking about his life, but Ying Zheng was a little angry. It would be better if the court could collect less taxes??!

What happened? When did I increase the tax?

This time Ying Zheng took a serious look and wrote down where the old farmer was. When he got down, he asked the imperial censor what was going on?

Have the people below started collecting taxes privately? Why didn’t I know about this? Is it your problem? Or is it the officials below?

His ears moved again, and Ying Zheng heard many voices again. The owners of the voices were common people of the Qin Dynasty, including Chinese, barbarians, and nobles with military merit.

They either faced the statue of Ying Zheng or the portrait of Ying Zheng. Some of them talked about the little things in their lives, and some prayed for good luck in the coming year and prayed that they and their wives would give birth to a big fat boy in the coming year.

Others hope that their son can pass the imperial examination next year and become a glorious citizen. Everything is harmonious. Listening to these common people's daily routines, Ying Zheng seems to be addicted. He always feels that he can't listen to too much.

Slowly, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, these are my people, my world, they are the cutest people in the world!

Ying Zheng, this tyrant!

???

Who is this?!

When he opened his eyes, Ying Zheng saw an old man sitting under a big tree, cursing Ying Zheng and saying all sorts of nasty things.

"It turns out to be you."

This time Ying Zheng looked at him like he was looking at a dead person. Originally, Ying Zheng didn't want to deal with him immediately, but who made him attract Ying Zheng's attention.

It turns out that this old guy is the great elder of Shushan. When Ying Zheng flew into the sky on a dragon, this guy was not convinced and mocked Ying Zheng there. Then he was knocked off the cliff with a look from Ying Zheng. The sea of ​​consciousness was shattered and all the meridians were severed.

But who would have thought that this old guy would use the majestic vitality of the fusang tree to repair the injuries in his body and survive. Now he has been recuperating for three years and his soul has recovered. Then he heard the news that Ying Zheng ruled the world, and he began to

The mouth smells fragrant.

How could such a good thing as the Fusang Sacred Tree be left in Shushan? Let Dongjun lead his people to deal with him. With the help of this tree, I believe that Dongjun's breakthrough and becoming an ancient real person is not far away.

With the example of the Great Elder of Shushan in front of him, Ying Zheng once again calmed down and pricked up his ears, as if to see if there were any other rebels. If there were any, he would catch them all!

"A tyrant must die a happy death! Ying Zheng, a tyrant, was able to conquer the world!"

"The Tyrant Qin! They put nobles and untouchables together and treated them equally. The tyrant will not die a good death!"

"Bad Qin!"

Ying Zheng feels bad when he hears this. It turns out that there are so many rebels in the world, but fortunately I have already remembered you.

As soon as the thought occurred, Ying Zheng left the sea of ​​Haotian vitality and returned to the palace. After opening his eyes, he carefully pricked his ears again, but this time he heard nothing.

"Send an order to have the imperial censor, Dong Jun, the prime minister, and the general come over."

"In such-and-such county, go and check it out carefully. There may be people there who use the name of the court to do illegal things. This kind of thing is what I hate the most!"

Pointing to the map, Ying Zheng told the censor doctor, and then waved his hand to let him leave. Go and check it carefully first. After you find the problem, you can explain it to me. If you can't find it, you don't have to come back.

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"In the whole world, is it the land of the king? Is it the shore of the land? Is it the ministers of the king? There can only be one voice in this world! Looking at the other colors on this map, I am very unhappy. When will the general plan to send troops to conquer Baidu?

Yue and Donghu?" This is what he said to Wang Jian.

"Has the Prime Minister's Office made relevant preparations?" This is what he said to Wei Liaozi.

"These islands in the south, as well as the Yunmeng swamp in the Chu region, hide many rebels. Even though the Qin Dynasty has unified the world, they still have evil intentions."

"For this kind of hopeless rebel, you, Black Ice Platform, must conduct a thorough investigation. Kill those who deserve to be killed and catch those who deserve to be killed. No fish will slip through the net." This is what he said to the commander of Black Ice Platform, Shadow Killer.

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"Concubine Yan, this is your chance, the chance to become an ancient real person. The Fusang Sacred Tree is there. Bring some offerings and the experts of the Yin and Yang family to turn Shu Mountain into the Shu Mountain of Da Qin. Be careful of the abyss at the bottom of Shu Mountain.
Chapter completed!