Chapter 87 How many zeros are there in the phrase "immortality"?
News of this battle will surely reach the Crown Prince's ears soon.
Django knew better than anyone that when these heroes from different eras stirred up trouble in Songyang County, certain people in the capital would not stand idly by. At that time, this small county town would need the protection of these people.
It's too early to talk about rebellion now.
Songyang County is currently lacking a legitimate reason to launch an attack.
Although the people harbored many grievances against the court, very few dared to actually rise up in rebellion. Unless... a glint of light flashed in Django's eyes, unless the eldest prince himself handed them the sword.
It will be soon.
Ying Zheng would certainly not agree to King Zhaoxiang of Qin's unreasonable demands. How could he, at his age, not manage money properly?
“Great-grandfather, I am now over thirty. It would be best if I kept this money myself.”
It's only three thousand yuan, not three hundred thousand.
Ying Zheng's voice was unhurried, yet carried an undeniable authority. His slender fingers pressed lightly on the money pouch, the veins on the back of his hands, with their distinct knuckles, were faintly visible. His sharp, phoenix-shaped eyes stared directly at King Zhaoxiang of Qin, a cold star seeming to flicker deep within them.
King Zhaoxiang of Qin's face deepened into a smile, but his withered hands remained motionless: "Zheng'er, you are still young, you don't understand the value of money..."
Despite his advanced age, Ying Ji's mind remained sharp. He astutely recognized the immense benefits these goods brought to the nation. If Ying Zheng could unify the six kingdoms, then Ying Ji could certainly do the same!
Since arriving in Songyang County, King Zhaoxiang of Qin has become exceptionally clear-headed, and seems to have inexhaustible energy. What if he, Ying Ji, were the one who unified the six kingdoms?
He, Ying Ji, could certainly have achieved such a hegemonic feat.
"When your grandson conquered the six kingdoms and unified the world, did your great-grandfather think your grandson was too young?" Ying Zheng suddenly interrupted, his tone still calm, but it made the temperature in the entire county office seem to drop a few degrees.
This is the arrogance of an emperor who reigns supreme throughout history. He was younger than Ying Ji, yet he seized power over the world at such a young age.
Only the first person to create a new world can be called the First Emperor.
The right timing, the right place, and the right people—every opportunity had to be perfect. Coupled with Ying Zheng's own political talent, this is what made Qin Shi Huang the unifier of the six kingdoms. Not just anyone could do it—at least Hu Hai certainly couldn't.
The old King of Qin's hand trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He hadn't expected his great-grandson to contradict him in public, and a surge of anger rose within him.
"Insolence!" King Zhaoxiang slammed his hand on the table, his wide sleeves spilling teacups. "When I was conquering the world, you weren't even..."
“Not yet born.” Ying Zheng replied calmly, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his lips. “That’s why I know better than anyone where these three thousand should be used.”
Their gazes clashed in mid-air, as if unseen swords were flashing. Hei Fu, standing to the side, was already drenched in cold sweat, his breathing barely audible.
The two ancestors were arguing, and he was there again.
I really want to escape...
After a long silence, King Zhaoxiang suddenly burst into laughter: "Good! Good indeed, Ying Zheng!" He slowly withdrew his hand, but a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. "In that case, I'd like to see what tricks you can pull with these three thousand."
Ying Zheng remained calm and nodded slightly: "I will certainly live up to my great-grandfather's expectations."
As he turned, his gaze briefly met Bai Qi's not far away. A rare hint of admiration flickered in the eyes of that killing god.
What can you buy with 3,000 yuan?
He started with a world map, then looked at the rest one by one. Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, the gold thread patterns on his robe appearing and disappearing in the light and shadow.
He stared at the product list floating in mid-air, his fingertips tracing the creations that were ahead of their time, his eyes burning with a fervor he had never shown when he devoured the six kingdoms.
"Can this thing really see thousands of miles away?" He suddenly stopped in front of the telescope icon, his voice carrying an unusual fluctuation.
Everyone looked up and saw a dark object that no one had ever used. But Lu Meng, who had been silent, suddenly brightened up – it was a telescope.
He's most familiar with this stuff!
"This not only allows you to see thousands of miles away, but it also lets you see everything clearly. Last time, during the battle against Cao Cao's army, I used this to see their entire troop deployment..." The Wu general, as if finally seizing an opportunity to show off, immediately became beaming: "That Cao traitor has three thousand archers lying in ambush on the opposite hilltop, which ordinary scouts would never have been able to detect. But with this treasure—" he gestured excitedly, "we can even count exactly how many arrows are in their quivers!"
Cao Cao probably didn't know why their every move was being seen so clearly.
Ying Zheng's gaze grew increasingly intense, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table. Meng Tian and Wang Jian exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes—if they had possessed this item during the attack on Chu, how could they have been ambushed in Qinan?
The advantages of this telescope were listed at length.
"There are still some drawbacks," Lü Meng hesitated for a moment, "It's just that after looking at it for a while, it gets a bit foggy for some reason." He scratched his head.
I really don't know what happened.
He cherished every time he used that telescope.
It was all foggy. Lu Meng initially thought there was something wrong with his eyes, so he moved the binoculars aside and rubbed his eyes.
Upon closer inspection, it was still the same.
It's unusable now, which really broke Lü Meng's heart.
"Pfft—"
Django couldn't help but laugh out loud. She leaned against the wall, fiddling with a dry, soft cloth in her hand.
This is still the cloth used to wipe the table.
“General Lü,” she said, shaking the cloth in her hand, “this isn’t some delicate magical artifact. Next time you need it, just wipe the lenses with a dry cloth.” She then demonstrated, “Look, wipe them like this, in a circular motion.”
Lu Meng's dark face immediately turned bright red: "But...but I carefully stored it in a brocade pouch after each use..."
“The problem lies with this brocade pouch.” Jiang Ge shook her head helplessly and pointed to the telescope’s barrel. “Jiangnan is humid, and your brocade pouch is not breathable, so all the moisture is trapped inside.” She suddenly lowered her voice, “Want to make a bet? You go and get the telescope now, and I’ll restore it to its original condition right here and now.”
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow and subtly took half a step closer. Meng Tian moved even closer, his armor clanging loudly.
"Really?" Lu Meng reached into his pocket with a hint of disbelief—he had always kept that precious telescope close to his body!
It seems to be a real treasure, he never leaves it behind.
Django took the binoculars, and under the intense gazes of the crowd, he moistened them with water and gently wiped the lenses with a soft cloth.
“Watch closely—” she handed the binoculars to Ying Zheng, “Why don’t you give it a try, Your Majesty?”
Ying Zheng raised his telescope and looked at the flagpole outside the courtyard—the flag patterns, which had been blurry just moments before, were now so clear that even the stitches were visible. A rare hint of surprise appeared on the emperor's usually stern face.
"This item..." He paused, then suddenly turned to Meng Tian, "Write it down: In the future, the telescope will be equipped with ten soft cloths, which will be replaced monthly."
Lu Meng watched in stunned silence, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "If I had known it was this simple! I even had a special incense pavilion built to store it..." He stopped mid-sentence, realizing that Jiang Ge was staring at him with the look of someone looking at a spendthrift.
The treatment this telescope received was probably unprecedented in the entire history of telescope development—it was housed in a specially crafted sandalwood box lined with Shu brocade, guarded daily by personal soldiers on rotation, and regularly dehumidified with incense. An outsider might have mistaken it for some national treasure.
Zhuge Liang coughed lightly at the opportune moment: "General Lü, I have long said, 'A tool is used by people, not people serving tools'..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yu poked him in the lower back with his fan—didn't he see that the general of Eastern Wu was already so ashamed and indignant that he wanted to die?
Zhou Yu shook his head helplessly, thinking that this Mr. Zhuge Liang was good in every way, except that he was sometimes too clueless about romance. He glanced at Huang Gai in the corner, whose shoulders were shaking from trying not to laugh, and gestured for him to quickly offer his commander a way out.
Ying Zheng handed the telescope to Meng Tian beside him, his gaze returning to the light screen.
“This 'stab-proof vest'…” He lightly tapped the product icon, and a black vest appeared out of thin air on the table. “Wang Jian, try it on.”
Without a word, the old general drew his sword. A flash of cold light followed, and with a crisp clang, the blade was deflected. A commotion immediately erupted in the hall.
"Good!" Ying Zheng clapped his hands and laughed, his slender fingers lightly tracing the patterns on his vest. "If I had this earlier, why would I have needed to walk around the pillars in the Xianyang Palace?" He said this casually, but it made Meng Yi and the others' expressions change instantly—His Majesty was alluding to Jing Ke's assassination attempt on Qin Shi Huang!
Meng Tian immediately knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, I request permission to immediately replicate it..."
“No rush.” Ying Zheng raised his hand to interrupt, his gaze sweeping over the remaining amount on the screen. “I still want to look at the other items.”
Three thousand yuan is enough for them to indulge in some spending, and what they buy depends on each person's understanding and emphasis on different dynasties.
Just as Ying Zheng was about to continue browsing, he suddenly saw something—four large characters that represented the deepest desire in his soul.
Django raised an eyebrow, not expecting that it would eventually be brought up again.
All eyes were fixed on it, and the hall fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's gaze was fixed on those four characters—Zhuge Liang's feather fan hovered in mid-air, Zhou Yu's folding fan fell to the ground with a "thud," and even the usually composed Qin Shubao staggered back half a step. The product description on it bore four large characters.
[Immortality.]
Does an elixir of immortality really exist in this world?
Ying Zheng's fingertips trembled slightly. The words before him seemed to possess some kind of magic, making his breathing quicken involuntarily. Liu Che's chest heaved violently, while Li Shimin clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white—they were in their prime, yet frost was already faintly visible at their temples, and fine lines had crept into the corners of their eyes.
No one can resist the allure of an immortal emperor.
Especially emperors like them.
Ying Zheng's gaze was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. Fusu was too weak and benevolent, Huhai… Ah. He recalled the deception of those alchemists, Xu Fu's escape, and the futile waiting on the shores of the East Sea. But this time, it was different.
Liu Che's mind flashed with Liu Ju's face. That child... ultimately lacked decisiveness. If he could live forever, why worry about having no successor? Why tolerate the interference of the empress's relatives in politics? His Han Dynasty would stand forever.
Li Shimin's Adam's apple bobbed. Chengqian's rebellion, Qingque's ambition, Zhinu... He closed his eyes. If he could hold power forever, why would the Tang Dynasty have to endure the pain of fratricide?
Dragon and Phoenix pigs have one thing in common—they never believe that anyone can do better than them.
Elixir of Immortality...
Things would be different if there were an elixir of immortality.
They can live forever according to their governing philosophy, hold the reins of power over the world, and remain forever alone.
Ying Zheng breathed very softly, as if afraid of disturbing the illusion before him. His gaze slowly moved down and landed on that shocking number.
Price: 10,000,000...
His pupils suddenly contracted.
How many zeros?
He stared intently at the long string of numbers, his heart pounding in his chest. Ten million? One hundred million? One billion? — No, the zeros that followed were so numerous and densely packed that they seemed to stretch on forever.
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