Yinbao suddenly spoke.
Zhou Jia said, "It's not too far."
Che Bao told the truth, "It's not that it's not too far, but from your perspective, no matter how far it is, it's not too far."
Feng Bao and the others nodded.
Yes, that's what I mean.
Zhou Jia: ...
These little ones are very talkative.
Zhou Jia: "Okay, you are both right."
Zhou Jia's attention was still on the arena. Meng Tian and Meng Yi had already fought and were resting with the people around them. King Zheng of Qin brought out a lot of fruit drinks.
Hearing that they were planning to go to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, Meng Tian couldn't help but ask, "The museum is full of cultural relics. What if you find the emperor's coffin one day?"
King Zheng of Qin also looked up at Zhou Jia.
The common people and a few little ones also looked at Zhou Jia.
Zhou Jia felt a little guilty. She suddenly thought of Madam Xin Zhui and said, "Well... I'm not an archaeologist, so I don't know how to deal with it. But if your majesty's coffin is discovered, it will definitely be protected."
Anyway, she would never tell anyone even if she was beaten to death. She might have been dug up for viewing.
Although Zhou Jia's words were certain, King Zheng of Qin and Ying Zheng were not stupid either. Zhou Jia's stuttering at the beginning was enough to make the problem clear.
Moreover... they have also read a lot of books during this period, and have some understanding of what is now called archaeology in later generations.
They don't have the same beautiful imagination as Zhou Jia.
"These later generations are really..." Fusu looked at Zhou Jia with disapproval.
He couldn't accept that his father's coffin was dug out and viewed by others.
Ying Zheng's face was gloomy.
He didn't accept that either.
But, Zhou Jia and the others were gone thousands of years later, and he had no way of taking care of his own affairs after his death.
It's already good enough that we can keep them outside and prevent them from getting in for a short period of time.
"The later generations, they are indeed quite good, but their attitude towards their ancestors..."
Ying Quliang sighed.
Shang Yang was also somewhat helpless, "Indeed..."
Their attitude towards their ancestors is really hard to believe.
In fact, it was not so bad in the previous dynasties, and the word "filial piety" did not weigh people down. But as time went on, people cared more and more about the word "filial piety" and what happened after death.
Because of this attitude of later generations, many old scholars and old-fashioned people are so angry that their hearts ache.
Long Bao didn't seem to be in high spirits either. Zhou Jia noticed this and walked over to him and said, "You are special."
Long Bao raised his eyes, looked at Zhou Jia's serious face, and said, "No one is always special. Maybe they don't want to be special, but there are always some people who only care about their own interests."
Therefore, his tomb was opened, and his coffin might also be turned over one day, but Zhou Jia couldn't see it now, and he just couldn't see it.
Zhou Jia stopped and looked at Long Bao, who was only as tall as her knees. She smiled bitterly and said, "You are only three years old..."
How can you see so clearly?
Why does he always carry so much on his shoulders?
Seeing that she was not in a good mood, Long Bao took the initiative to hold her hand. Although he still looked stern, his eyes were extremely gentle. "Just like you said, there are as many people who protect me as there are people who scold me. Maybe, someone will stop it then."
So there is nothing to worry about.
By that time he would have been a handful of earth, and there was no way to take care of him, so why bother yourself with trouble?
Zhou Jia's heart softened, and she squatted down and picked him up. "I should be the one comforting you, why do you have to comfort me now? Thank you."
The tips of Long Bao's ears turned a little red. Apart from his mother, he was rarely hugged and so close to others like this.
"You're a little thin. You've been back for a while, how come you haven't gained any weight? Ying Xiaomi wouldn't be so stubborn as to withhold your food. Ying Zhu and Ying Yiren wouldn't look down on you. After all, you should be the most precious dragon baby in the Qin Dynasty."
Zhou Jia muttered to herself, touching Long Bao's slightly skinny arm, and decided to go back and feed him various meat proteins. Maybe he could grow taller than before.
Ying Ji himself had no idea that the Ying Xiaomi Zhou Jia was referring to was actually him. He even angrily scolded his son and grandson, "Did you hear that? Zhou Jia noticed that Zheng'er had lost weight. How on earth did you take care of Zheng'er? You didn't even notice his health."
Ying Zhu and his son stood trembling under him, with a look of aggrieved expression on their faces.
You know, ever since Long Bao was brought back from Zhao State, Yingji has kept Long Bao by his side all the time, almost inseparable from him, and the two of them have not seen each other many times.
Even if someone wants to scold someone, they should scold Yingji himself, and there is no way it can be related to the two of them.
But...the two of them didn't dare to say this, after all, their King Qin was not someone to be trifled with.
Ying Yiren immediately put the blame on his father.
"Your Majesty, calm down. I will take good care of our Zheng'er from now on. I will never treat him carelessly like my father did."
Ying Zhu:?
What the hell?
Ying Zhu turned his head to look at his son who was winking at him and sneered, "Really? If I didn't take good care of Zheng'er, what would you be to be his biological father who abandoned him and ran back here?"
!
Ying Yiren's pupils trembled.
How come this is starting to open up scars!
"That's enough. If you two want to quarrel, go downstairs and find someone to blame. It makes me upset." Yingji waved his hand in disdain and drove the father and son out.
The father and son who were kicked out looked at each other, and finally snorted arrogantly at the same time and walked away with their backs turned.
"Who is Ying Xiaomi?" Che Bao asked curiously.
The people also stared at Zhou Jia curiously.
"Ying Xiaomi, what a strange name. But why do I feel like I've heard it somewhere before?"
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