Chapter 1 A Headache

When Wei Yuan was trying to persuade the First Emperor, he felt a bit of a headache.

Ying Zheng's eyes swept over the pedestrians on the road, focusing on the men's hairlines. Such short hair was a huge insult in his era, a form of punishment, but he didn't ask why. He just nodded slightly and said, "Since it is the custom of this era, then it is acceptable."

"Convenience is all that matters."

After unifying Shenzhou, he, as an emperor, did not wear a冕旒 (miǎn liú, imperial crown) or 衮服 (gǔn fú, imperial robe).

He didn't place much importance on so-called etiquette.

Moreover, things change with time. With the changes of the era, many things will also change. King Zhao Wuling once adopted *hufuqishe* (胡服骑射, wearing nomadic clothing and practicing archery on horseback). He certainly understood this principle.

This body is just a fleeting dream. A mere transformation technique is not a problem at all.

While Wei Yuan was still racking his brains about how to take the First Emperor, the First Emperor's ink-colored *junxuan* (袀玄, a kind of black clothing) had already transformed into the clothes of this era. It seemed to be based on the general style of the surrounding pedestrians' clothes, mainly black with crimson embellishments.

His black hair didn't turn into a modern hairstyle, but he didn't wear the *tongtianguan* (通天冠, a kind of crown).

It was simply tied up with an ink-colored jade hairpin.

The First Emperor looked relaxed, but slightly loosened the collar button with some discomfort, and said, "Since I am here to see this era, I don't want to attract attention. When there are outsiders, Yuan, you don't have to call me 'Your Majesty'."

"What kind of address can be used in this era?"

Wei Yuan pondered, thinking of many titles. It's good not to use "Your Majesty," but "boss"? These are not very suitable. Wei Yuan said a few in a row, and finally, he didn't know what he was thinking, and blurted out, "Or, '老大' (lǎo dà)?"

As soon as he said it, he regretted it a little.

"Lao da?"

The First Emperor was stunned, a slight smile in his eyes, and said, "Is that what those wandering knights of the Yan and Zhao lands call each other? When I was young in Handan, I also saw them and had some dealings with them."

He said in a relaxed and pleasant tone:

"Not bad, let's call me that."

"Next, let's first find the place where books are stored."

The First Emperor said, "If I don't understand this era, then even if I make an eastern tour, the scenery I see will not be much different from back then."

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "I can see most of the books in the place where I live now."

Just on the computer.

The First Emperor went happily.

Wei Yuan originally wanted to take the First Emperor on a high-speed train or other means of transportation, but he suddenly thought that the First Emperor didn't have any identification or anything like that. He paused and said, "Your Majesty, why don't we go eat some food from this era first? Then set off?"

"As you wish."

…………………

Wu Kang'an opened a not-so-big noodle restaurant in Xianyang City.

It was a craft passed down from his grandfather's time.

In his hands, it had become an old brand in the city. It had successfully expanded ten years ago, but it was still not very big. It wasn't meal time at the moment, and he was playing with his phone a little bored. His daughter, who was temporarily acting as a waitress, was huddled there watching some costume idol drama or something.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Someone was coming in.

A customer!

It's good to have a customer!

Wu Kang'an cheered up and looked up, when he heard someone outside asking, "What dishes do you have here?" Another person replied, "There should be quite a few... Your Maj... Lao da, are you sure you don't want to change to another restaurant?"

Lao da?

Wu Kang'an shuddered. He subconsciously thought of the bunch of little gangsters from before.

Are those guys out again?

But when he looked up, he found that the first one who came in was a young man in his twenties, who looked harmless, or at least of a gentle nature. The second one who came in was a man around thirty years old, wearing ordinary and simple clothes, with long hair combed into a hairpin.

His eyes were calm, his nose was high and straight, and his lips seemed to be a little thin.

明明只是普通的装束，但是却给人一种极度的，无法形容的感觉。

并不是俊朗或者好看那种感觉。

而是比这更高一个层次的存在感，气质上的碾压感。

Even his ordinary clothes seemed to be declaring some kind of special material.

Wu Kang'an inexplicably sensed a sense of oppression and subconsciously lowered his head. Wei Yuan looked at the owner and said, "Boss, two bowls of noodles, stir-fry a few of your specialties, first a plate of cold cuts, and a plate of braised beef."

The Emperor had already sat down.

The young girl who had been engrossed in watching the drama on her phone didn't know when she had come back to her senses. Wu Kang'an turned his head to call her, but found that the girl in her early twenties had already run over, her eyes sparkling, staring unblinkingly at the monarch, her tone so sweet that the slightly balding boss wondered if he was still asleep.

"Hello, sir, would you like some tea?"

She poured a cup of tea for the First Emperor, and then diligently brought the cold dishes.

The boss found that the portion of the cold dishes had obviously expanded a lot.

His heart clenched, and he comforted himself.

Well, she's my own daughter, my own daughter.

Wei Yuan originally planned to take the First Emperor to the best Shaanxi cuisine restaurant here, but the First Emperor chose to come to a roadside shop, saying, "In those years, the nobles of the Six Kingdoms sang and danced all the time, but they didn't know that the world was about to change. Only by understanding how the people lived and how the country was doing can one gain a clear understanding."

So he just found a shop at random.

The First Emperor recalled the behavior of modern people he had seen on the roadside just now. His expression was as usual, and his lips, which seemed to be slightly cold and imperious, slightly curved, revealing a smile. His mother was once a beauty whose appearance was sung in Handan, so his appearance was naturally outstanding. He nodded and said, "Thank you."

Wu Tong's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

The little deer that had died in the hearts of modern people long ago ate Extra gum, madly hitting her heart. No, this was almost a rave party in her heart, thumping uncontrollably. Wu Tong, who had rarely experienced the feeling of love at first sight again after so many years, plucked up her courage and said:

"Can, can I add your WeChat..."

"I, I want to..."

The girl's heart, the ignorant love, ah, this is the most brilliant flower in the hands of the goddess praised by poets, and at this moment it is about to bloom beautifully. Wu Tong stared at the monarch in front of her, unable to help but imagine the future. A hand directly blocked her way.

She was slightly stunned.

Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he said:

"Sorry, no."

"We're going to eat."

Wu Tong opened her mouth, and saw that the First Emperor on the opposite side had already withdrawn his gaze. For some reason, she didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she had to leave, sighing in her heart, and grumbling, "Really... how come he's like a bodyguard, interfering so much..."

"Who do you think you are."

Wei Yuan sat down, looked at the tea in Ying Zheng's cup, and his own empty cup.

He sighed.

His Majesty the First Emperor is still His Majesty.

The little girl just now selectively ignored him, Wei, the halberd-bearing warrior, Yuan.

How should I say...

Even if he's dressed as an ordinary person, he still nails the temperament.

As expected of my Majesty.jpg

Wei Yuan sighed, and seeing that the First Emperor seemed very interested in the surrounding environment, he hesitated and said, "...Lao da, I'll contact a friend first to prepare some modern ID for you."

The First Emperor nodded. Because there was already a prototype of the 'identity card' during the Shang Yang period, he quickly understood and nodded:

"It is only right."

Wei Yuan trotted out. This time, he made a direct call. Soon, the cat-eared Old Heavenly Master answered the phone. Zhang Ruosu on the other end of the phone seemed relieved and said, "The old Taoist just got the news that something went wrong with the imperial mausoleum. Many cultivators are missing, and the others have no memory. I didn't find you and was worried."

"It's good that you're okay."

The missing people were naturally the cultivators who stirred up trouble and died under the imperial mausoleum's mechanisms and Qin army terracotta warriors.

Of course, the researchers were not injured.

Wei Yuan felt a little apologetic and said:

"I'm fine, but I need you to help me with something, Zhang Daoyou."

"At my museum, please send a group of cultivators to remodel a room nearby. I remember there are cultivators who are good at building this kind of living magic. Regarding the Mo family's sword, I have a way to get the sword directly, but it will take some time."

Zhang Ruosu was stunned.

Thoughtfully.

Wei Yuan said, "Also, I need a new identity certificate."

"I need the action team in Xianyang City to help solve it."

Zhang Ruosu nodded, with a hint of playfulness and said, "Is it for some cultivator in seclusion?"

"You want to get the news about the Mo family's sword first, and then ask the old Taoist about this?"

"When did you become so polite."

He laughed: "Hahaha, you kid, after coming out of the imperial mausoleum, you said this, the old Taoist almost thought you had brought out a living terracotta warrior."

Wei Yuan was stunned: "…………"

How did you know?

Zhang Ruosu's smile froze, and he said:

"Wei Yuan, you didn't bring back a terracotta warrior..., right?"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

He said, "Guess?"

??!

The old Taoist only felt a darkness in front of him, and his heart thumped heavily. After a long while, he sighed resignedly and smiled bitterly:

"Okay, okay, you already know the Heavenly Maiden, so digging out a living terracotta warrior doesn't seem like a big deal anymore. The old Taoist's heart has already been exercised by you, and I'm used to it."

"Say it, who is it? The old Taoist can handle it."

"Which general of Daqin, or Shaoshangzao?"

Wei Yuan said, "...Guess again, Zhang Daoyou, be bolder."

比蒙恬还大。

The imperial mausoleum...

Wei Yuan said, "It's the First..."

*Kacha*, a clanging sound came from the opposite side, as if someone had accidentally knocked over the table, and then Ah Xuan's complaint, which finally turned into a formulaic female voice:

"Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

"sorry, the…………"

ps: Today's first update... Thanks to t249 for the 10,000 reward, thank you~

I can already feel that the next part of the plot will probably be the most difficult for me to write.

The weaving of the plot is secondary. The main reason is that the character of the First Emperor is too difficult to write. It's okay to write a humorous version, but this kind of emperor similar to the Xian Qin hero (the hand holding the cigarette trembles slightly.jpg), if I write it badly, I'm afraid I'll receive blades.