Ziyu pricked up her ears to listen. The old patriarch was telling her about the past. Only by knowing the past could she know what Qin Shihuang's ancestors had eaten to make her look like this now.
"Fusu is not good." The second emperor of Qin here is not Hu Hai but Fusu. Fusu is a good emperor. He is not willing to waste people and money to build Afang Palace. Therefore, this great first palace in the world only has half.
However, it has been destroyed for a long time and is almost in ruins. From the perspective of cultural relics, Fusu is not very good.
"It's not built for his own mother. It's strange that he is willing to continue building it." The old patriarch snorted.
Reaching out to touch the miniature palace building, the old patriarch held the small bronze cauldron and twisted it to the right three times in a row. A soft click sound was heard from below the small bronze cauldron. The stone base supporting the small cauldron slowly rose upwards, revealing
There is a white jade box at the bottom of the base.
The old patriarch reached out and took out the white jade box from the base, and opened it with caution.
Inside, a pill as red as blood lies quietly in the center of the box, with a reddish-purple brilliance in the white. Judging from the color and brilliance, it has been a long time since the medicine was made.
The old patriarch took out the red-purple elixir from the box, took a deep look at it in his hand, then gritted his teeth and stuffed it into Ziyu's hand: "Take it."
"Antidote?" Ziyu's eyes lit up.
When the old patriarch heard this, he glared at Ziyu fiercely and said nothing, but the light in his eyes that I will take it back if you don't eat it made Ziyu stuff it into his mouth immediately without saying a word. Seeing how reluctant the old patriarch was to part with it.
, regardless of whether it is an antidote or not, just take it first and then talk about it.
Watching Ziyu take the medicine, a complex look flashed in the old patriarch's eyes: "I have developed two pills of this medicine over the years, and one has been wasted. I hope you won't let us down with this one."
Two pills. Did anyone eat one?
Ziyu immediately raised his eyebrows: "Has anyone eaten it?"
"Yes, it's a pity that she didn't come out from there." The old patriarch shook his head, as if he didn't really want to say anything.
Didn't come out from there? Where to come out? Ziyu's eyes moved slightly and looked at the old patriarch: "Old ancestor, can you make it clearer? Since we are standing here now and you have chosen me, you should let me
You know everything, right? Even if you want me to do something for the clan, you have to reveal your identity to me first, don’t you think?"
"You know we need your help? Do you know that?" The old patriarch's eyes flashed...
Ziyu smiled at the old patriarch but said nothing.
She just guessed from the tone of their conversation and didn't know clearly, but now she pretended to be inscrutable, otherwise she would already be in a situation where she couldn't negotiate before they even started.
The old patriarch looked at Shang Ziyu's unpredictable and profound smile, his snow-white beard blew in anger, and the calm expression in front of him also moved slightly.
After a while, he sighed helplessly: "You are a weirdo, anyway, I want to tell you what I want to know. Children, do you know why I want to tell you such a detailed history of the construction of Afang Palace?".
This is not simple. It is just to show how much Qin Shihuang loves their ancestor Afangnu. He was slandering in his heart but did not move on his face. Ziyu said: "I would like to hear the details."
The old patriarch leaned against the hole next to him