【Then you can add Chen Sheng to the 'Historical Genealogy', inscribe it into the game, and communicate with him.】
Can communicate?
Zhao Anping opened his mobile phone, followed the beginner's teaching, opened this so-called 'Historical Genealogy' and looked at it -
Oh my God, it turns out to be just a chat group?
"So the ultimate destination of this game is that after being educated, all the geniuses of past dynasties will eventually become characters in the historical atlas and integrate into the game?"
"But whether they want to enter the Historical Genealogy depends on their own wills?"
Zhao Anping slowly understood, but this is also true:
The developers of this game aren't idiots; they wouldn't arrange a mechanism to clear out what players already have. With such a system, players would have long since disappeared.
There must be a way to save what players have stored.
【Alright, now prepare for the manifestation of the spirit for the owner.】
【This manifestation is not a time and space travel, but the owner's will and image appearing before Chen Sheng.】
Zhao Anping is familiar with the procedure, ready to close his eyes.
……
Chen County, East Tower.
Chen Sheng sleeps here.
Unlike the emperors of previous dynasties, who chose to reside in the city center, Chen Sheng opted for the East Tower.
The emperors of past dynasties all had the idea that "I am the center of the world" to some extent, but Chen Sheng himself had a rather unique mindset:
The sun rises in the east, and I will shine upon this dark Jiuzhou, shrouded by the tyrannical Qin Dynasty, like the sun.
He won't sleep well tonight.
It's probably because of the destined fate, she feels that her life is not long.
Suddenly, he felt the wind.
The sound of the wind was familiar; the last time he heard it was a year ago—
That night, Zhaozi appeared.
Suddenly, a figure flashed past and someone appeared in front of him.
Chen Sheng, however, had no strength to scream.
He knew who this person in front of him was.
"Mr. Zhaozi, you've come to see me?"
Zhao Anping, dressed in a black brocade robe, looked at the emaciated Chen Sheng on the bed:
Only one year has passed, and Chen Sheng has already transformed from the passionate and ambitious "Whosoever is a king or a general, does he not have the nature of a sprout?" to what he is today.
"Don't bow your head, just look at me. We are equals."
Chen Sheng raised his head, smiled faintly, and said, "Mr. Zhaozi, I knew you weren't the same as the Great Qin."
"Oh? How do you know that? I am the Imperial Teacher of the Qin Dynasty. Are you not afraid that at this moment, you are surrounded by Qin soldiers, and I have come to bid you farewell?"
Chen Sheng shook his head, "It's not possible."
"At least I know that someone who would ensure that a life-saving medicine doesn't fall into the hands of the court, becoming an exclusive item for the nobility and aristocracy, but instead becomes a folk medicine, wouldn't be that kind of person."
Zhao Anping chuckled and said, "You really are logical."
"I am here tonight, and I'm sure you know why."
"You have three minutes to ask your questions. My answers don't count towards the time, so feel free to ask."
Actually, the game's manifestation mechanism does not impose a time limit on him, but Zhao Anping's speech is mimicking that of an uploader on Bilibili he had seen before—
This kind of speech effectively discourages Chen Sheng from asking all sorts of other questions and allows him to focus only on the few questions he really wants to ask.
However, in reality, as long as Chen Sheng does not ask the question "How much time do I have left?", Zhao Anping's manifestation will not end.
Gradually, Zhao Anping has truly regarded himself as the owner of this entity rather than a player.
"What do you want to know? Ask away."
Chen Sheng looked at Zhao Anping and inspected his face:
The face is completely different from the one he remembered in Zhaozi.
He imagined Zhaozi to be an elder, a man whose face was marked by the passage of time and had witnessed the changes of power.
But the person in front of him is not.
The person in front of him exudes the vitality of youth, completely embodying the qualities that should belong to a young man. His face looks like he is around twenty or so.
The only thing that sets him apart, perhaps, is his eyes:
That kind of eyes, somewhat indifferent, as if they have observed countless lives from a third-person perspective.
Chen Sheng understood.
Chen Sheng asked with a smile, "May I ask, Mr. Zhaozi, how will history evaluate me?"
Zhao Anping turned around abruptly, looking at Chen Sheng's face that was written with "I know everything." He quickly understood, and answered with a smile:
"Future generations?"
"Future generations have a very high opinion of you."
"The future historians say, 'After the fall of Qin Dynasty, Chen Sheng arose and other feudal lords caused trouble. The situation was like a storm and soon extinguished the Qin Dynasty. The beginning of the end of the world, originated from Chen Sheng's revolt.'"
"The world under the heavy pressure of Emperor Qin Shi Huang still has people who can rise up to resist, which is an upper-class!”
Chen Sheng smiled.
He was just asking symbolically.
Actually, I'm not sure how much a farmer like him cares about the opinions of future generations.
It's really the literati who care about this, but he himself doesn't really mind.
He originally didn't expect to leave a name in history.
"Thank you for your response."
"Then, Mr. Zhaozi, could you tell me..."
Chen Sheng's eyes shone with hope, "Mr. Zhaozi, will the tyrant Qin Dynasty finally fall?"
"Mr. Zhaozi, Chen Sheng knows that asking you this question is not a good idea, as both Li Si and Emperor Qin Shi Huang are your students."
He continued in a trembling voice, "Sheng... knows that he has done too many, too many wrong things in this lifetime."
"But Sheng still wants to ask, can we really overthrow that tyrannical Qin Dynasty?"
Zhao Anping put his hands in his pockets, sighed and said: "It was overthrown."
"It was overthrown thoroughly."
Chen Sheng sighed in relief and said, "Then I can rest assured."
"If that's the case, I'll die a thousand times without regrets."
"Even if I have to die, there's no need to think about it anymore."
Zhao Anping looked at this person in front of him, hesitated for a moment.
The person in front of him, in the end, was ultimately evaluated similarly to other peasant movements that came after him—
He didn't break through the limitations of the peasant class.
Chen Sheng had the most typical small-scale farmer's thoughts.
And he lacked too many conditions.
"If Mr. Zhaozi has said this, then I can rest easy."
Chen Sheng placed his hands on the bed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhaozi, for clarifying things for me."
"I actually... don't really care what people in history think of me."
"In fact, I... I don't care too much about how people in history evaluate me. Reflecting on it now, failure has been a constant throughout my life. By the end, all my relatives and friends have left, and they don't want to be close to me anymore."
"The people who believe in me unconditionally, I've killed. The good brothers I started with, we can no longer talk together."
"But in the end, since we've overthrown Qin, then I can close my eyes when I die."
Chen Sheng smiled at Zhao Anping and asked, "May I ask Mr. Zhaozi, how much time do I have left?"
Zhao Anping smiled and said, "Just right."
"Wait."
"I have one last question, and I would like Mr. Zhaozi to answer it for me."
