Above Muye, under the long night, and in the fire, Li Chunqiu was sitting beside the carriage, driving the galloping horse.

The wind whistled through both sides of Li Chunqiu's cheeks, swelling up his robe with slightly open collars, and diluting the blood and energy on the carriage.

The wind blew up the curtain door of the carriage. Zhao Zheng looked at Li Chunqiu, who was driving the carriage and horse through the gap, his eyes full of brilliance.

"I will never thank you for your kindness!"

Zhao Zheng, who was held in Zhao Ji's arms, poked his head out and bowed to Li Chunqiu and said.

Li Chunqiu frowned with a headache when he heard the sound.

Not speaking is really a big problem!

After thinking for a while, Li Chunqiu took a wooden board from the carriage that he had just collected from the corpse, and then wrote three lines of words on the board with his finger as a knife.

The hard wooden board was like moist soil under Li Chunqiu's fingers. The light yellow wood chips slowly slid off the board, landed on the car, and were blown away in Nagano by the wind.

Li Chunqiu's pen is like a dragon and a snake. Before he traveled through time, his calligraphy can be called "a great place to enter the house". Although he is not a master, his writing has its own character.

Li Chunqiu gently lifted his fingers from the wooden board and then blew the wood chips off the wooden board. He turned around and placed the wooden board in front of Zhao Zheng.

All three lines of characters carved on the wooden board are: Can you read?

The difference is that the line above uses regular script, the line above uses official script, and the next line uses small seal script.

The changes in Chinese characters ranged from oracle bone inscriptions, large seal scripts, bronze inscriptions, Zhuan scripts, small seal scripts, to official scripts, cursive scripts, and regular scripts.

If he is still in China, someone should know the words above.

The breeze of the galloping horse blew Zhao Zheng's hair bun, and he looked at the handwriting on the wooden board in front of him with the fire.

"You can read!"

Zhao Zheng was a little surprised. In his opinion, the Vulcan God Zhu Rong in front of him was not compatible with human language. This was the most troublesome thing.

But now he actually knows words.

Yes, how could the sacred in heaven not understand words?

Xiaozhuan is the writing of Qin State, which is written by Prime Minister Li Si after Qin Shihuang and the six kingdoms. Although it is somewhat different from the current writing of Qin State, the gap is not big.

Although Zhao Zheng was born and raised in Zhao State, his mother asked him to master the writings of Qin State because he was the royal family of Qin State.

Zhao Zheng subconsciously wanted to reach out to write, but found that he could not use his fingers as freehand brushwork as the sword and pen like the God of Fire in front of him.

Seeing the young man in front of him, Li Chunqiu knew that he had recognized the handwriting he had written.

He drove the galloping horse with one hand, took out a bronze dagger from his side with the other, handed the handle to Zhao Zheng, signaling him to carve words with a knife, and then he looked at the boy quietly.

This young man can take this car and be protected by military armor. He must not be a child of a poor family, but should be able to write.

Zhao Zheng took the dagger and immediately carved it on the wooden board.

However, the wood is hard and the bronze dagger is too heavy. It took him a long time to carve out the word "彩". The handwriting is crooked, which is completely incomparable to Li Chunqiu's free and easy words.

Looking at the huge contrast of handwriting on the wooden board, Zhao Zheng lowered his head, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Li Chunqiu patted Zhao Zheng on the shoulder and signaled that Zhao Zheng was nothing.

Then he wrote a line of words on the wooden board: What character do you know?

After Zhao Zheng read it, he didn't seem to understand what Li Chunqiu meant.

At this time, Zhao Ji said, "Zheng'er, Mr., seems to be asking you, which line of words are you recognizing?"

After Zhao Zheng looked at his mother, he drew a line on the small seal script and looked at Li Chunqiu.

Li Chunqiu looked at the square and round small seal script.

"Xiaozhuan?"

"I just don't know if it was another world or it was the time of Qin."

When Li Chunqiu thought of this, he wrote on the wooden board with a finger as a knife: Who is the king now? What is the year name? What is your name?

The finger force penetrates into the wood, and the font shape looks like there are muscles and bones inside.

After being stunned, Zhao Zheng carefully wrote: Today there are seven kingdoms of Qin, Chu, Qi, Zhao, Wei, Han and Yan. The Zhou clan has been destroyed. The princes are fighting against each other. What country does the Fire God mean?

Afterwards, Zhao Zheng started another line and wrote: My name is Zheng, the surname Zhao, the son of the Qin prince Zichu.

When Li Chunqiu saw the Seven Kingdoms, his eyebrows raised, and the four big words "Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period" instantly passed through his mind.

But when he saw Zhao Zheng write on the wooden board, "My name is Zheng, the surname Zhao, and the son of the prince of Qin, Zichu," he was completely stunned.

Zhao Zheng?

Ying Zheng?

As long as it is the Chinese clan, no one will be familiar with this name, especially those like Li Chunqiu who have carefully studied Qin Shihuang throughout his life.

"Are you Qin Shihuang?"

Li Chunqiu subconsciously blurted out and even stopped the reins in his hand.

But Li Chunqiu immediately realized that no one could understand his language in front of him.

So he wrote on the wooden board: "You, the Zhao family in Ying's surname was Zheng, after the evil of ancient times came?"

At this time, the pen force was obviously stronger than before, and the wooden board was almost penetrated by the handwriting.

Then Li Chunqiu raised his head and stared at Zhao Zheng tightly.

Zhao Zheng was jumped by Li Chunqiu's reaction. No matter what he wrote before, Li Chunqiu was silent.

But after he answered the question this time, the Vulcan God in front of him seemed extremely surprised.

And how could he know who he is?

Could it be that he really came down from heaven to save himself?

Zhao Zheng became more and more sure that the Fire God in front of him was really going up to heaven and down to save his own people.

When he met him, he was like Emperor Mu met the Queen Mother of the West, Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Huang met the Nine Heavens Xuanniao, where is the destiny of heaven.

When Zhao Zheng thought of this, he became more and more excited. He picked up the dagger and wrote crookedly on the wooden board: My surname is Zhao, and I am the name Zheng, and I am the royal family of Qin.

It’s not that Zhao Zheng’s handwriting is ugly, but that he is trying a little hard to engrave Yu Mushi at the age of ten.

"It's really Qin Shihuang."

Li Chunqiu murmured to himself.

Those who like dragons see real dragons, and that feeling is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The Zulong, who "wields his sword to attack the clouds, and the princes come to the west", is so immature that he can't tell that he will be the one who will be the princes in the world in the future and will be the foundation of the emperor for a hundred generations.

"The First Emperor is still young, not the eternal emperor who swept through the eight desolates and six unions. Then my current era should be when King Zhaoxiang of Qin died and Emperor Qin returned to the country. Only then would the King of Qin be alone, not in Xianyang City."

Li Chunqiu raised his head and recalled history.

"A year later, the new Qin King of Qin should have died three days."

"Two years later, Qin Emperor's father, Zi Chu, ascended the throne, and six years later, Qin Shihuang ascended the throne. More than ten years later, Qin Shihuang took power and swept the six-way carriages, the same tracks, the same writings, and the changes in weights and measures were combined to create the foundation of the emperor for hundreds of generations."

"I actually came to this era, it's interesting!"

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, heroes emerged one after another and princes competed, what an interesting world.

Li Chunqiu's heart, which was already content with death, started to beat again at this moment.

"It's hard to live in such a prosperous era."

Then Li Chunqiu looked down at his hands again. His current strength was even better than that of the Overlord.

He had a bold guess that his body was no longer the same as before.

Unfortunately, there are no corresponding medical equipment in this era and it cannot be verified immediately.

If his physical illness has been cured, he can better meet the heroes of the world for a while.

Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, Zhang Liang, Xunzi, Lian Po, Li Mu, Wang Jian, Han Xin...

There are so many heroes in the world!

"In the past, Xin Qiji once said: I don't hate the ancients, I don't see me, I hate the ancients, I don't see me. Today, since I'm here, I will let the world see me, I'm crazy!"

Li Chunqiu laughed happily.

Then he put down his hands, suppressed his excitement and looked at the future Qin Shihuang without saying a word. Shihuang is only ten years old now, and he still has some baby fat on his face, and he still looks very immature.

"Qin Shihuang, the first emperor in the ages, Mencius once said that one of the three joys in the world was taught to gain talents in the world. How can the joy of the world be the joy of raising a dragon?"

Li Chunqiu smiled, but this matter was not urgent.

While driving the car, he started chatting with Zhao Zheng using wooden boards as a communication platform.

He used a pen as a knife, a gold hook and an iron painting, and wrote on the wooden board: I am not the God of Fire, my name is Chunqiu, and the surname is Zhao.

Of course, he had no clan, and Zhao just made up it casually.

In this world, surnames are still very important.

The reason why a clan distinguishes between noble and low-ranking people is different. The noble one has a clan, and the lowly one has a clan, and the noble one has a clan, but no clan.
To be continued...