Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 243 Old acquaintance

"What nonsense?"

Although Bigan was old, he had very sharp ears. After hearing what Liu Zixun said, he immediately turned around and glared at him.

"It's nothing, maybe I remembered it wrong." Liu Zixun immediately shut up, but muttered in his heart that it turned out that not everything recorded in history books was true.

After walking along a long avenue and turning a few corners, the group arrived in front of a house.

"Please come in, the king has been waiting inside for a long time." Bigan pushed open the door.

The guards searched the men one by one, confiscated their weapons, and then let them in.

Su Jiahe was the first to walk into the room. She saw a man sitting on a mat and a girl who looked like Daji kneeling beside him to serve him.

"Your Majesty, the guests have arrived." After Bigan finished speaking, he retreated and closed the door tightly. However, the mysterious man stood beside King Zhou.

"Are you the people from later generations?" King Zhou looked at a few people, slowly stood up, stepped closer, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. These are all my friends." Jiang Taigong bowed slightly and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"Hehe, Jiang Shang, it's been many years since we last met. I guess the Duke of Xibo has given you endless wealth and glory." King Zhou chuckled.

"A wise bird chooses its tree to roost in, and a wise minister chooses his master to serve. Since the king is unwilling to employ me, I must seek another way out."

"Raise your heads high so I can see what people in the future will look like. Will they have three heads and six arms?" King Zhou ignored Jiang Taigong and set his eyes on the others.

King Zhou was about two meters tall. They tilted their heads to see his face clearly—his face was as red as a date, his brows were like silkworms, and he was dressed in a gorgeous white robe. Although there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his gaze was sharp, like a sword.

"Hey, what's that woman's name? She looks like my concubine." King Zhou was slightly surprised when he saw Daji.

"I am Daji from another world. In that world, I never entered the palace as a concubine. It has nothing to do with you." Daji subconsciously took a few steps back.

"There is another me in the world?" Daji beside King Zhou showed an extremely surprised look.

"Oh? So time travel and dimension travel are all real. How amazing, how amazing!" King Zhou laughed a few times and turned to look at the mysterious man. "You're right. There are also time travelers in Xiqi."

Su Jiahe was still wondering who the mysterious man was, only to see him take off his straw hat, revealing a face that looked intimidating without even being angry.

"Miss Su, long time no see. I'm surprised we meet again here."

"You are...Brother Zheng!"

Su Jiahe opened her mouth wide, shocked beyond words.

Although Ying Zheng is now seventy years old and his appearance has changed a lot, his kingly aura is still unforgettable.

"Brother Zheng? Is that Qin Shi Huang?" Liu Ziran, who was standing behind Su Jiahe, asked in a low voice.

"It is me." Ying Zheng said calmly, with his hands behind his back.

Everyone knew that Ying Zheng was the first tourist received by Su Jiahe, and they had also heard stories about their travels together. Now that they saw him in person, everyone was very surprised.

"Miss Su, the last time I saw you, you were alone, but now you have so many friends." Ying Zheng lowered his head and looked at the group of people.

"Yes, some of them are poor people in history who traveled through time and stayed in my world. Some are orphans, and some are elderly widows. We support each other like family. Brother Zheng, you won't hurt them, will you?"

Su Jiahe took a few steps forward and stood in front of everyone.

“You have done a great service to Qin, so I will naturally show leniency. There is chaos and war here, so go back quickly.” Ying Zheng waved his sleeve. “Ying Zheng, they brought weapons from later generations, causing the loss of many soldiers of my Shang Dynasty. Are you just going to let them go like this?” King Zhou’s face showed some displeasure. “Unless they are willing to hand over those fire-breathing bronze pipes.”

Hearing that King Zhou wanted the musket, Su Jiahe immediately clenched her storage ring. The musket was her last resort to protect herself, and she must not give it away.

"Your Majesty, you are talking about the muskets, right? We didn't bring them with us." Wang Mang said with an idea.

"You didn't bring anything?" King Zhou frowned slightly.

"Yeah, we are old and young, we are lucky enough to be able to walk all the way here, why do we have to carry so many things?"

King Zhou looked at several people with a knife-like gaze for a long time, and sighed somewhat unwillingly.

"Little Ji Fa is really interesting. He sent a group of old, weak, women and children as spies. Well, although you didn't bring anything, you should remember some things from the future."

Su Jiahe understood what King Zhou meant. He wanted to keep them and make them hand over modern science and technology.

At this time, Jiang Taigong gave Su Jiahe a look and shook his head slightly.

Su Jiahe understood that if they did not agree to King Zhou's request, the group would most likely be executed.

Other people can return to the modern era after their death, but Jiang Taigong is truly dead once he dies.

It seems that Jiang Taigong is ready to die.

Several people looked at each other without saying a word, but reached a tacit agreement.

"We remember some and would like to present them to the King."

After Su Jiahe finished speaking, the others immediately echoed him.

At this point, he could only adopt a delaying tactic and stay in the palace, looking for an opportunity to rescue Jiang Taigong while finding out the whereabouts of the Shiguang Wende.

"Okay, you stay here and write down everything you know." King Zhou's expression relaxed a little. He summoned the palace servants and brought dozens of bamboo slips, several small knives and several brushes.

"You don't have any paper here, and we don't know how to carve words on bamboo slips. Even if we did, you wouldn't be able to recognize them." Wang Mang said, spreading his hands.

Before King Zhou could speak, Daji beside him suddenly spoke.

"Your Majesty, you can let them dictate, and I will stay and record it."

"Okay, it's just right that you can read." After King Zhou said this, he took Ying Zheng out and ordered the guards at the door to keep an eye on several people.

"Everyone, I'm sorry for offending you. The king has ordered, and I dare not disobey." Daji took a roll of bamboo slips, slowly unfolded it, and picked up a small knife.

"Do you really want to assist Emperor Xin?" Jiang Taigong was worried. He knew that if the technology of later generations fell into the hands of King Zhou, the Great Zhou would have no chance of winning.

"Jiang Taigong, things have come to this point. Let's take it one step at a time. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. The most important thing is to save your life first." Wang Mang patted Jiang Taigong on the back.

At this time, Daji had already picked up the knife and was carving laboriously on the bamboo slips.

"Miss Daji, we haven't talked yet, what are you writing?" Su Jiahe asked.

Daji didn't say anything. After carving the words, she dipped a brush in ink and colored it, then handed the bamboo slips to Su Jiahe.

"What kind of words are these? I don't understand."

Daji, who was beside Su Jiahe, came over and was stunned when she saw the words above.