Chapter 68 He is the only one who can play? I can't play?

Dahei showed his amazement and astonishment at the right time, opened his mouth and said exaggeratedly: "By then, the Thirteenth Young Master will definitely be so surprised that his eyes will pop out of his head!"

Ying Zheng laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Yeah, he's the only one who can play? I can't, right?"

Dahei once again exclaimed: "Your Majesty's plan is truly brilliant!"

"When the time comes, not only will the Thirteenth Young Master be horrified, but the entire Great Qin will be shocked and delighted by this!"

"If they knew you were still alive, they would be so happy!"

Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, enjoying the pleasure brought by this effect.

Of course, the work of cleaning up the ruined mountains and rivers will also be carried out simultaneously.

It is not so easy for Ying Zheng to be controlled by Little Thirteen. You have to know that when he single-handedly conquered the country, the people in the court today were still children!

As for regaining control of the court, it would be easy even if he did not show up.

For example, just secretly summoning Wang Jian, the military god of the Qin Dynasty, once would be enough to regain control of the military.

However, before that, Ying Zheng decided to visit various places in person to see with his own eyes what the empire he once built has become now.

Dahei stepped forward again and said, "Your Majesty, now that you have broken through to the Grandmaster level, you can extend your life by at least five years."

"If I can break through to Grandmaster level within five years, my life span will be greatly extended."

"However, breaking through to the Grandmaster level cannot be achieved simply by practicing in seclusion. The Grandmaster level requires the comprehension of artistic conception."

"You just need to walk more among these mountains and rivers, feel more, and experience the beauty of the mountains and rivers that you have built with your own hands. This will be of great help to your breakthrough."

"Now, your decision exactly echoes the highest realm of returning to nature in martial arts practice."

"With your rare talent, if you had devoted yourself to the path of martial arts, you would have already become a saint, achieved the state of unity between man and nature, and would have looked down upon all the heroes in the world!"

Dahei's speech cleverly incorporated the key points of breaking through to the Grand Master level, which not only made the First Emperor feel happy, but also pointed out the direction of his future practice.

Being so versatile, considerate and thoughtful, it's no wonder that he is qualified to be the leader of the Black Ice Platform's secret guards.

Xiao Hei on the side kept a low profile throughout the whole process, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, as if he was an invisible man, knowing exactly when to advance or retreat and when to remain silent.

Following in his master's footsteps, he silently performed his duty of guardianship, and in his heart he learned from his boss how to be more loyal to his master.

On a sunny afternoon, Ying Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling extremely relaxed.

"What month is it now? Why is the weather so hot?" he asked casually.

"Your Majesty, you have been in seclusion for more than two months. It is now May, and the sun is shining brightly at noon, so the temperature is naturally high."

Dahei replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, do you need me to check the ice storage to see if there is any ice left for you to cool off?"

The First Emperor shook his head slightly: "Forget it, since it is already May, there must be very little ice left in the ice storage, so there is no need to go out of your way to check it out."

He suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of ice, didn't that kid come up with some trick to make ice to preserve my body?"

"Let's go and see how many pieces of ice he made and how he preserved my body!"

"Humph, you secretly took away my will, but pretended to preserve my body with ice. What kind of drama are you playing?"

The three figures moved quickly and arrived at the First Emperor's bedroom in an instant.

As soon as I stepped into the bedroom, a cool feeling hit me.

As they went deeper into the chamber, the temperature dropped even more, until at the end it was almost bone-chillingly cold.

"What's going on? Even though it's noon in May, why is there such a strong yin energy in my bedroom?" Zhao Gao and Meng Yi were not around at this moment, so the responsibility of answering the question naturally fell on Dahei.

Facing the Emperor's question, Dahei was a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty, maybe it's because the bedroom is in the shade?"

"Shaded? Impossible! I have lived here for decades, with plenty of sunshine every day. How could it suddenly become a shady place?"

The First Emperor was full of doubts: "Could it be that my body has become a ghost through cultivation with the help of Yin energy?"

"Let's go and take a look. If this is true, I will get rid of it myself!"

The three of them walked forward along the corridor. When they reached the hall outside the dormitory, the temperature had dropped to several degrees below zero. Even though they had profound cultivation, they had to use their true Qi to resist the cold.

The low temperature, which seems like the coldest time of winter, feels quite strange.

The First Emperor pushed open the familiar wooden door of his bedroom, stood at the door and looked inside, and was stunned for a moment.

"Is this still the bedroom I've lived in for decades? What on earth is this place?"

In the dormitory space of about 50 square meters, rows of wooden racks were neatly arranged, with cubic ice cubes about one meter long, wide and high neatly stacked on them.

And the ice took up the entire room, leaving only a narrow passage for pedestrians.

This scene astounded the First Emperor. Even the ice cellar in the Qin Imperial Palace did not have such luxurious and numerous ice displays!
Although the light in the room was dim, it was sparkling because of the crystal clear ice cubes in the room.

The First Emperor stepped into the narrow passage, and as soon as he entered, an extremely cold air hit him in the face.

"I'm afraid it's minus thirty degrees!"

The First Emperor could not help pondering, and immediately used all his strength to circulate the master-level true energy to resist the overwhelming chill.

He walked in confusion: "How can there be so much ice in May? Are you sure it's the right season?"

These ice blocks are huge and orderly arranged, with a pure and flawless texture, a hundred times better than the ice blocks dug out from the palace in previous winters.

Dahei followed closely behind, also using his Qi to keep warm, and was full of doubts: "It is indeed true, it is May now."

Dahei speculated, "According to past practice, the ice in the palace should have been used up in May. How could there be such a huge ice room?"

"Besides, these ice blocks do not seem to be naturally formed, but rather artificially carved."

"Could it be that the Thirteenth Young Master made the ice specifically to protect His Majesty's body?"

The First Emperor pondered as he walked forward: "If this is true, then his ice-making technique is truly incredible."

"However, even if it is for the purpose of preserving my remains, isn't it a bit too extravagant and wasteful?"

Dahei tried to defend the Thirteenth Prince: "Your Majesty, perhaps this is a manifestation of the Thirteenth Prince's filial piety?"

The First Emperor flatly denied it: "How outrageous! If he was truly filial, he would not have intercepted the will and usurped the throne!"

As they talked, the two of them had already reached the edge of the bed.

The First Emperor was stunned. He thought that the Thirteenth Prince would at most use a few blocks of ice to keep the body low in temperature to prevent it from decaying.

However, the scene before him left him dumbfounded.

"You actually built me ​​an ice coffin?!"

I saw a transparent ice coffin more than one meter thick standing in front of me. Inside it lay a man who looked exactly like the First Emperor himself. He looked lifelike, peaceful and serene.

His expression, skin and even beard are so detailed as if he were a living person, making it hard to believe that he is someone who has been dead for several months.

(End of this chapter)