Incubating The Black Dragon Clone, I Was Ying Zheng Sims

"Others?" Zhao Tuo frowned.

"Do you know who the other party is?"

Mr. Luo nodded: "If there is no accident, it should be from the Black Ice Terrace."

"Black Ice Terrace? Why are they looking for these people?"

Zhao Tuo was a little confused by this sudden situation.

For example, the Xiang family has produced a famous general like Xiang Yan, but its reputation and influence are now far less than the Xiong family after the same state of Chu.

Liu Bang should now be only a small pavilion in Peixian County, not worth mentioning.

Not to mention Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, this meeting should still be planted on the ground facing the loess and back to the sky.

Why would Heibingtai have nothing to do to investigate them?

And let's investigate together!

Zhao Tuo's eyes flashed with the divine light of thought.

"If it is said that his Black Ice Platform is investigating these people at the same time, it can only explain one problem."

"There are people who know the development of history like me."

"That would be interesting."

Thinking of the possibility that the other party is also a traverser, Zhao Tuo began to get a little excited.

"Mr. Luo, the person who sent the letter to us, let me follow the clues of the black ice platform and touch it up to see who wants to find these people."

Hearing this, Mr. Luo was shocked.

"Young master, do you really want to track down the people from the Black Ice Terrace? It might be a little difficult."

"I know." Zhao Tuo nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "So, the flying pigeon passed the book to 'them' and asked them to be on call at any time."

"Young Master, you are finally going to use 'them'." Mr. Luo looked a little excited.

Zhao Tuo nodded slightly.

"Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while."

"This matter is related to the entire situation in Daqin. A little carelessness will lead to unpredictable consequences. It should not be careless."

Mr. Luo nodded solemnly.

"In addition, I will stay outside during this time, and let me know as soon as anything happens."

"Here!"

After explaining the business, Zhao Tuo turned around and went back to the house.

Mr. Luo called a group of waiters over.

There were ten waiters, half of whom were young and beautiful maids and half were middle-aged women.

All of them looked like they were quick and smart.

"You must take good care of your son's daily life. The mattresses should be dried and washed every three days, and the house should be cleaned every day."

"After three meals, tea and fruit must be prepared. The fruit must be cleaned in advance, peeled and cut, and two toothpicks are prepared."

"I need to boil water in the morning for the son..."

Mr. Luo explained everything in the same way, in every detail.

Hearing that Zhao Tuo in the room felt helpless for a while.

But that's fine too.

These guys in the province are always worried about this and that all day.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Just thinking about it, Mr. Luo knocked on the door again.

"Master, I'm going back to Nuanxiang Pavilion. There is something I need to hand over to you."

"Oh?"

Zhao Tuo came to the door.

I saw Mr. Luo took out a sachet wrapped in a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Tuo.

"Master, this is what Miaotong asked me to bring to you."

"This is a soothing sachet specially prepared by Miaotong for the son. He asked the old man to remind the son to rest on weekdays."

"Miaotong..." Looking at the delicate sachet in his hand, Zhao Tuo couldn't help but have that moving face in his mind.

"Master, Miaotong has always wanted to come here, but..."

"It's just that Mrs. Qing won't let it, right?"

Zhao Tuo smiled and put the sachet close to his body, and then said, "Let Miaotong listen to Madam's words, and I will visit you at the Nuanxiang Pavilion when I have time."

"But your identity, son..."

"Don't worry, I have my own way."

As soon as the front foot sent Mr. Luo away, all the cooks on the back foot came over and started to prepare breakfast.

Seeing the ten extra waiters in the mansion, although they were curious, they did not dare to ask more.

On the contrary, Meng Yi...

"Young master, you maids are all very good-looking, and the work in your hands is tight, you don't look like people in the palace."

"I found it in the Chamber of Commerce. Madam Qing always thinks that I can't take care of myself." Zhao Tuo shrugged helplessly.

Hearing this, Meng Yi laughed.

"Young master has been living alone at the age of five, and he has also developed a unique cooking technique. If you say that you can't take care of yourself, I'm afraid there is no one in the whole of Qin who can take care of yourself, right?"

"Damn, old man, this is inevitable."

"But if His Majesty sees this, he might be jealous, hahahaha."

When it comes to Ying Zheng, Zhao Tuo can't help but have a headache.

"The main reason is that the population in the palace is not tight, and the big things about sesame can spread to Xianyang Palace in one afternoon. I don't dare to use it."

"That's true."

"I hope the royal father can understand." Zhao Tuo shrugged, looking indifferent.

...

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The chill of early spring has also quietly receded.

There are more pedestrians on Main Street as temperatures rise.

Along with this, the business of the main street shops is naturally getting better and better.

Especially the last half month.

After Ying Zheng's "propaganda" for shops in the entire Xianyang City area, the sales of bamboo slips and other "office supplies" exploded by an unknown number of times.

Even other areas outside Xianyang City have also begun to grow.

And as the "initiator" of this matter, Ying Zheng naturally took advantage of it a lot.

At least now, every day there are people from businessmen who connect with the young mansion who is in charge of Ying Zheng's expenses.

But there are joys and sorrows.

What makes Ying Zheng feel more troubled is that.

It seems that more than half a month has passed, and the system update has not yet been completed.

Some of the initial simulation options have either been read.

Either the national fortunes like Zhao Tuo, Hu Hai, Zhao Gao, and Li Si have had too much influence and cannot be viewed for the time being.

Forcing him to only brush the simulation items of other children once every three days.

Since this time, I have been brushing from the second to the seventh.

Without exception, all of these heirs died shortly after Huhai ascended the throne.

The only difference is that there are different ways of dying.

Some were cracked by a car, some were beheaded, some were run over by a car, and some committed suicide in the Lishan Mausoleum...

How does this make Ying Zheng not depressed?

In addition, the black dragon has not moved since the last time he attacked the group of assassins.

The people from Heibingtai almost dug up the land around Xianyang and couldn't find it.

This made Ying Zheng a little irritable.

He was so troubled that even all the officials in the court became nervous.

Fortunately, no bad luck appeared during this time.

"Ugh……"

Ying Zheng lay back on the bed with a sigh, and skillfully opened the simulator option.

"I hope you can show me something else today."

It seems to be responding to Ying Zheng's thoughts. Among the options that can be simulated this time, Ziying, who could not be simulated before, suddenly lights up.

"Oh? My grandson can simulate it?"

Ying Zheng was instantly overjoyed.

Although he said that he would like to see Hu Hai's simulation now, so as to find out the truth of the death of Da Qin II and the initiator of it.

Or Zhao Tuo's simulation, to see how peerless he will be in the future, the only son who is sheltered by the dragon veins and who can hold the throne of the Great Qin Emperor.

But...it's more than enough.

After all, he is also the eldest grandson who inherited the throne of Daqin in the simulation, so why is he not better than those unpromising sons?

With this thought in mind, Ying Zheng opened Ziying's options.

[Ziying (Initial · Qin III) (New · Prince Protector)]

Guardian King?

Shizi?

Although I am curious about the meaning of these two unfamiliar terms, but the new options have not been updated.

Ying Zheng can only choose to open the initial simulation item.

"Ding, the simulation begins."

[You are Ziying, born in Daqin, your father is Fusu, the eldest son who is famous all over the world, and your grandfather is the current first emperor of Daqin, Ying Zheng]

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