The First Emperor originally planned to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

But I never thought about it.

The sacrifice was really successful.

When the Wentian Sword used as a sacrifice disappeared out of thin air, a fragrant pill appeared in the palm of his hand...like an elixir.

It's just a little small.

It looks like a jelly bean, it doesn’t look very good, it’s black and red...Eh!?...Why does it still smell like blood?

A touch of...

Added a bit.

It's a little sweet, but also a little salty (fearing that the effect would not be good, Ye Wuque reluctantly pricked his fingertips when rubbing the elixir into a ball with his hands.).

So...eat!? Or...not eat!?

His Majesty the First Emperor has some dilemmas.

Forget it.

My life is almost gone.

Why are you still confused about this?

Once the thought came to this point, I couldn't allow myself to think too much, and stuffed it into my throat as quickly as possible.

"Gulu."

Swallow it into your belly.

Suddenly a heat spread, making all the limbs warm... Then, the abdominal pain started again... Gulu... Gulu... I have something to do... No, I have to go out.

.....

"Here comes someone."

When the emperor pays homage, there is someone dedicated to attend to him.

When I was young...

The First Emperor's legs were a little weak, but he walked out of the carriage with a relaxed expression. His face looked much better, no longer as lifeless as before, and there were even bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

It has faded a lot.

The First Emperor looked happy.

He could feel his body. The abdominal pain had eased a lot now. Moreover, his whole body was as light as a swallow, as if he had returned to his youth. He felt like he couldn't wait to go out for a walk.
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I haven’t felt this way for many years.

But no.

When he thought again, the attribute panel listed by the system master god for him had the two big words "poisoned" on it. Although he had escaped from the dying state, the poisoned state still existed, but only to a certain extent.

Reduced a bit.

Before, he no longer believed it.

However, when the matter was put in front of me and I personally swallowed the elixir obtained from the sacrifice, I had no choice but to believe it.

The First Emperor was a very decisive person.

"Here comes someone."

"The teacher returns to the court."

Behind the First Emperor, he was enduring the stench and commanding a group of young eunuchs to deal with Gong Tong's Zhongche Ling Zhao Gao for him, but he was not feeling well.

Back to Xianyang!?

No way!

Did I hear it correctly?

The army has not just crossed the Yellow River, but this eastward patrol has not even covered half of the mileage, and it is completely inconsistent with its own plan.

"No..."

"Your Majesty, you can't go back..."

I blurted it out subconsciously.

As soon as he blurted out, he immediately knew that he had done something wrong, so he quickly covered his mouth.

"How..."

"Master Zhao disagrees?"

"You are the winner, but you can't decide whether I will stay or leave, right?"

A cold voice also sounded at the same time.

Finally, the First Emperor listened to it.

The sound is ordinary.

However, at this moment, Zhao Gao's ears felt like thunder rolling from the sky.

"Click"

Kneel down.

Decide immediately and decisively.

He bowed to the ground: "I have talked too much. I deserve to die. I beg your Majesty to punish me."

After serving for so many years.

Of course I know.

You can't argue at this moment, you can really accept the punishment, otherwise, it is a way to die.

The temper of this eternal emperor is not very good.

"Humph!"

"Since you know you deserve to die, why don't you get out?"

That’s it.

Sure enough, the First Emperor never thought about killing him.

So Zhao Gao really got out quickly.

Don’t forget to bring the bucket with you.

Since the First Emperor does not want to die on the way to patrol and wants to return to Xianyang to die, then let him go.

If Zhao Gao hadn't already found out, he would have found out already.

The First Emperor's life was short-lived.

After bribed the close attendant, I learned that he was coughing up blood day and night.

This is not a sign of immortality.

Therefore, no matter how humiliating he is, he has to endure it with all his strength, otherwise, how can he be worthy of the suffering he has suffered for so many years?

For that day to come.

"Your Majesty! Don't insist anymore. I know your body, slave. It's really terrible. Die. Die quickly. As soon as you die, Mr. Fusu will be beyond the reach of his whip. I also have some tricks to get rid of you.

He, you are dead, Mr. Fusu will die again, and my disciple Hu Hai will officially ascend the throne and become the king of Great Qin, and when that time... Jie Jie Jie Jie... the whole world will also be...

Belongs to me, Zhao Gao."

This is not a daydream.

But he, Zhao Gao, has already planned everything.

Hmm.

It’s absolutely foolproof.

Alas.

It's just a pity.

God’s calculation is not as good as man’s calculation!

Zhao Gao has planned everything.

He carefully planned this fifth tour. Taking into account the health of the First Emperor, he even made four or five versions of detailed arrangements for the place where the opponent would die.

To avoid losing power.

He also specifically reminded the First Emperor that he must take the eighteenth prince Hu Hai with him on this tour.

First: It can relieve boredom.
To be continued...