Zhao Jun looked like an ordinary orphan, an unemployed vagrant who did nothing all day long. Her neighbors didn't know what job this little girl did, and they were all discussing in private whether she was doing something bad.
Only Zhao Jun himself knows
Work, huh, what kind of work is there for her? She can now just hug the vault and wait for death.
She already has more money than she can spend!
The incident dates back to a month ago. Zhao Jun, who had just graduated, was struggling to find a job. Suddenly one day, she was hit by a mirror. The mirror hit her head and fell to the ground without breaking. Zhao Jun was stunned by the incredible quality of the mirror and picked it up and took it home.
Then……
She gained a netizen
She would be happier if this netizen was not the unrivaled emperor Ying Zheng.
After the initial trial, the two began to communicate normally and discovered that the mirror could transmit the function of an object once a day. Zhao Jun exchanged modern glass and food for precious gold and jade, and then sold some of them casually, so she didn't have to work.
Who would have thought that although she rented a house in this dilapidated community, her house was filled with jades worth several houses.
"My god, the handheld fan you gave me yesterday was very comfortable. It's so hot today, so please give me another one. Or do you want a gold nugget in exchange?"
At six o'clock in the evening, the daily communication started, and Ying Zheng's voice came from the other end, which really traveled through thousands of years.
"Ahem, well, gold is better. We're out of that handheld fan for now. You're feeling hot over there, right? How about I give you a bag of ice cream? It can be stored in ice for a long time."
Zhao Jun deliberately lowered her voice when speaking. The two of them had always communicated through sound. Zhao Jun didn't want to reveal the fact that she was still a little girl, so she would lower her voice every time she spoke to make her voice sound more powerful.
"Okay, next time you should find me some more handheld fans, forget it this time."
"Uh, okay."
I can only say that he is worthy of being the First Emperor. Even if I only hear the sound through the mirror, I can still feel the strong sense of oppression. It is the kind of domineering power that comes from walking on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
After a while, the items from both sides were delivered. Ying Zheng quickly hung up the phone. After all, judging from the past month, he really had a lot of work to do. No wonder the First Emperor died so early in history. It was probably a sudden death from exhaustion.
Back in Qin, Ying Zheng had just asked someone to bring some ice cubes. As soon as the ice cream arrived, he immediately tasted one. Hmm, it tasted good. Mainly, eating one in the hot weather made him feel calm.
Meng Tian and Li Si, who were waiting outside, saw their king go in and come out with a new and strange thing shortly after. Lately, the king always suddenly took out some magical things, and no one knew where they came from. Could it really be a gift from God?
"Alright, all of you go back and think about how to attack Wei. We'll discuss it in court tomorrow morning. Now go."
"yes"
The night continued, Ying Zheng stayed in his private room to handle government affairs, the oil lamp slowly burned out and was re-lit.
Zhao Jun didn't sleep well, she had a nightmare.
In the dream, a man whose face was unclear, dark and tall, was holding a long knife and kept approaching her. She struggled desperately, but was still no match for him. In a trance, she seemed to smell the smell of blood.
"Go ahead."
Who? Who is talking? Wake up, this is a nightmare, just a dream.
She tried desperately to open her eyes, but she only felt a dim light.
Lights? Did she turn off the lights when she went to bed?
"Who are you?!"
Before Zhao Jun came to his senses from the dim light, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a long knife against her fragile neck and the tall man in front of her glaring at her, exactly the same as in her dream.
However, she could now see clearly the face that had not appeared in her dream. It was an exceptionally handsome face, with long hair and a hair crown. If he had not been pointing a knife at her at that moment, Zhao Jun would have been willing to admire it.
"Wait a minute, don't get excited. I mean no harm. I don't know how I suddenly appeared here. May I ask who you are?"
Zhao Jun raised her head slightly and stepped back, trying to get away from the knife, but the owner of the knife suddenly chased her. After a burst of pain, she smelled the bloody smell again.
Zhao Jun couldn't control her trembling and tears flowed down her face. What should she do? Was her neck and head really going to separate?
"Who am I? Tell me, how did you suddenly appear? Who sent you to assassinate me, or were you sent by the Zhao family?" Ying Zheng looked at the terrified woman in front of him.
He is so timid and doesn't look like someone who knows any martial arts, but he is quite pretty. Could he be a slave who climbs into the bed? But he is too delicate. His crying is so annoying, so I should just kill him.
I?
She hadn't reacted at first, but now, listening carefully, this voice? Why did it sound so much like Ying Zheng, the netizen she chatted with every day? And the layout of the house didn't seem like her rental house, but more like an ancient palace.
Could this person be?
"Wait, I really want to know who you are. You are Ying Zheng, and this is the Qin State, right? I, I am the immortal who chats with you through the mirror every day!"
Zhao Jun said this excitedly, hoping that Ying Zheng would believe her quickly.
"How do you know about immortals?" Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, with real murderous intent in his eyes.
"I'm really an immortal. I usually lower my voice when I talk to you. We communicated through a mirror. I contacted you almost every day for the past month. Tonight I gave you a bag of ice cream, and you gave me the same old gold. Believe me, I didn't know what was wrong, so I came to find you."
Zhao Jun opened her eyes wide and resumed her previously lowered voice, detailing some details of their connection.
Only then did Ying Zheng slowly move the knife away from his hand. Zhao Jun suddenly collapsed on the ground, with cold sweat breaking out and then drying on her back. She was really scared to death to face such a scene right after waking up.
"You are the immortal"
Ying Zheng muttered something ambiguous and looked at the woman lying on the ground. He didn't expect that such a fragile woman was actually the immortal. He already had an idea in his mind.
"Yes, I am the immortal who contacted you. I was sleeping soundly at home, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself here. I don't know if it was the mirror that did it. Now that you already know me, everything is easy to explain."
The King of Zhao relaxed. It seemed that Ying Zheng had already trusted her. As long as she could deal with Ying Zheng, she could rule the Qin State with all her might.
"Okay, come here..." Ying Zheng said gloomily.
"Take this person away and lock her up. Don't hurt her. I'm going to interrogate her tomorrow."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guards outside the door came in quickly and dragged away Zhao Jun, who was still in a daze.
No, what is going on? Is Ying Zheng so ungrateful?
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