Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years Chapter 227: Father-son dialogue, passing words in the air

Luoyang.

A simple and quiet manor house surrounded by water, built on the outskirts and facing the mountains, with a bit of ancient architecture in the Qin Dynasty.

Looking far away.

It's more quiet and solemn.

Those passing by, whether they are martial artists or members of the imperial clan, can't help but stand in awe.

Somewhere in the manor.

Several waitresses holding a few small dishes and drinks in their hands, bowed their heads, walked respectfully on the corridor passages, looking serious, not daring to be sloppy.

These maids.

They are all modern people.

For the ancient thoughts of decadence and backwardness, the humble servants have always sneered at them.

They are this manor.

Recruited subordinates.

But usually they just serve tea and water, washing and cooking, and I don’t think anyone is superior to them. Even if they are the owners of the manor, they are respectful, but they are fundamental in their hearts. Did not take it seriously.

In their view.

I and the manor are just an employment relationship, not to mention a slave.

I have seen the ancestors of the owner of this manor.

Find out his identity.

Even they are struggling every day, for fear that they might irritate each other.

Went to the inner courtyard of the manor.

The waitresses still didn't dare to look up, and respectfully put the food aside.

An old man with an old face and a white beard and beard in gray ancient clothes waved his hand.

"You guys, go down."

Several waitresses lowered their heads quickly and stepped back.

Nothing but.

As they approached to go out, the few people still couldn't help their throbbing in their hearts. They raised their heads cautiously, as if they could catch a glimpse. It was the glory of their lives. Then they quickly glanced at the front and stood there. That figure by the lake.

Watching several waitresses leave.

The white-bearded old man couldn't help showing embarrassment. He looked at the figure in front and said with a smile:

"Old ancestor, I will let these attendants leave tomorrow."

Next moment.

A faint voice came from the silhouette.

"No, it is no longer the Great Qin Dynasty. The rule that people are forbidden to witness the dragon face is no longer necessary."

The old man with white beard nodded quickly.

Then respectfully stood aside.

Looking at the food that was about to cool down, the white-bearded old man opened his mouth, and he stopped talking. When he spoke, another faint word came in his ear.

"Put this here first!"

The old man with white beard silenced.

Say no more,

It seems that the entire manor has become much quieter following this figure.

The only one standing in front is a young man who does not seem to be over thirty.

But the young man has a natural imperial temperament.

It was even Zhao Hengren and others.

Both are inferior.

This young man is wearing a snow-white straight-breasted robe. The drape of the clothes is excellent. The waist is a wide belt with a moon and white clouds pattern. Only a piece of excellent jade is hung on it. The shape looks rough, but Hanging on young people, especially simple and quiet.

The white-bearded old man raised his head respectfully and looked at his ancestor, who had left the title of emperor through the ages, with a trace of worship in his heart.

Although they are winning in Luoyang.

Only two ancestors.

Unlike other imperial capitals and royal families, many emperor figures have resurrected and returned.

But it's enough!

The youth is facing an artificial lake that is not too big or small, but it is very delicate, surrounded by rockery.

Suddenly asked faintly:

"He should be back soon, right?"

At the same time.

The brush that the young man held in his hand happened to be on the rice paper of the book table in front of him, and he finished six vigorous and powerful characters.

Great Qin Dynasty, win against Su!

"The person who left one emperor through the ages in history has disappeared from now on. Now this is the new name of this emperor in this era!"

Listening to the words of the youth who were plain and calm.

The white-bearded old man couldn't help turning his body and glanced at the six large characters on the rice paper. When he saw the two characters on the last signature, his heart trembled slightly.

Quickly reply:

"Hui ancestor, Xiaozu Hai, I have reported to the imperial group this morning, this meeting should be back soon."

The white-bearded old man, as the current patriarch of the Ying clan, also knows very well that the culprit of Qin Wang II was the youngest son of the ancestor, Ying Hai!

It was supposed to help Prince Su succeed to the throne.

However, the younger son, Yinghai, joined forces with traitorous eunuchs and pretended to pass on the sacred edict, and gave him the death of Fusu, who was supposed to succeed the Datong. Instead, the younger son Yinghai ascended the throne.

It shouldn't be.

Become the man in charge of the world.

Until the fall of the Qin Dynasty.

Prince Fusu who should become the emperor.

But he was killed by the joint.

Things are thousands of years.

But even the ancestor who is the eternal emperor in front of him must have anger in his heart, otherwise, how could the ancestor change his name to Yingsu.

At this moment.

A young man wearing a golden yellow costume with a hint of arrogance in his eyes walked in from the entrance of the corridor outside without rush.

It is the win Hai who came back from the royal team.

Yinghai ignored the white-bearded old man and walked respectfully to Yingsu who was wearing a snow-white robe, bent down slightly, and bowed.

"Father!"

When you see the word WINSU written on the rice paper.

Yinghai's heart trembled slightly, and he was silent for a while, pretending not to understand the deep meaning, and exclaimed:

"Father Emperor's calligraphy, even after thousands of years, he still writes well."

The old man with white beard sighed in his heart as he listened.

This little ancestor of Hai.

Although he used vicious means to ascend to the throne, this kind of mind that is beyond ordinary people is extraordinary.

Yingsu put down the brush in his hand and carried his hands on his back, with another hint in his tone, and said lightly:

"Do you really feel good?"

No extra feelings.

But it reveals the majesty that belongs to the emperor.

Suddenly.

Yinghai gritted his teeth:

"Yes!"

For a long time.

There was no sound around, only the atmosphere, filled with a trace of quiet cold, and the sound of the snow-white straight robe blowing in the breeze.

"Then you go down."

Wait for this sentence to fall.

Yinghai couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief. When he exited and walked to the corridor, he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, and his face became even colder.

"Father, the Great Qin Dynasty has been dead for thousands of years. Are you still blaming me! Well, in that case, when I win over you, you will understand how your edict was Stupid!"

Yes.

He didn't know.

When he left ~IndoMTL.com~, beside the artificial lake surrounded by rockery, there was a sudden cold talk.

"Hier, since you still don't take the initiative to admit your mistakes..."

Next moment.

When the white-bearded old man saw the six large characters on the rice paper disappear on the rice paper.

His face changed suddenly.

But when he saw the words on the rice paper changing again and again, his eyes were instantly stared, and a huge horror rose in his heart.

"Sir, what you said thousands of years ago was right. The emperor was wrong. Please use the life of Yinghai to revive Fusu!"

"Don't regret it?"

"No regrets!" Sorry, I have been invincible for a billion years