Historians travel through the Qin Dynasty

In order to prevent this from happening, I also took a knife from the kitchen and put it under my bedside, if there is any abnormal movement, the knife can come in handy.

About half a year later, it was about the middle of September in the lunar calendar, but I began to worry: the first day of October in the Qin Dynasty was about to celebrate the New Year, and as the queen, I had to start preparing for the banquet. In the days when I was preparing for the banquet, I definitely couldn't take the time to interrogate people, and I couldn't move around during the days of the banquet. The men and women sat separately, and I couldn't see any of the officials in the court.

And my next target is Lü Buwei. There are historical records that he died within a few years of Yingzheng's coronation, and before that, I must know what I want to know from Lü Buwei.

Forget it, I'd better have a good New Year. Spring Festival always has to relax and relax. I also happened to bring back some New Year's customs from the end of the Warring States period.

When I was skeptical of life, Yingzheng carefully invited a grandmother to teach me.

I also followed along, and later I realized that it was actually quite simple, the first four days were sacrifices, eating, sacrifices, eating, rewarding people, eating, rewarding people, sacrificing, eating. For the next three days, you only need to eat and reward people. The whole arrangement process was also quite smooth, and it only took two days to complete the entire itinerary.

Thirteen days later, the sacrifice began.

Wearing a heavy crown, wearing heavy clothes, and carrying a heavy "tribute", I went on the road in a heavy sedan chair. Three hours later, we got there. To be precise, when they arrived at a place a thousand meters away from the sacrificial hall, they performed the "three bows and nine bows" ceremony. But fortunately, I was not exploited much, according to the courtesy, the king and queen only had to bow about 500 meters, and the minister needed to bow about 1,000 meters.

And today, I figured out why the crown doesn't fall off when I bow down: the maids use my hair to fix the base of my crown and tie it up in a thin braid at the back of my head. I can guarantee that by the end of the day, I will be even more bald than I was in the days when I stayed up late at work in modern times.

An hour later, we arrived at the sacrificial hall. Put all the sacrifices at the door of the main hall, and then pass them to Yingzheng in order of status. Then Ying Zheng put it on the offering platform. When all the offerings have been made to the altar, the real worship begins.

In the room, I was in the first row with Ying Zheng, the second row was some high-ranking ministers, and the third row was some people with heads and faces in front of Ying Zheng. Finally, he bowed three more times, and the prostrations were completed.

Then came dinner, and yes, they only had two meals that day.

In the middle of the banquet, a minister stood up and toasted Ying Zheng, it was a normal gesture to toast, but the moment he got up, a pink and purple thing fell out of his sleeves.

The minister was naturally shocked, and hurriedly picked it up and put it back after making amends, and when Ying Zheng just burst out of a voice, a voice spoke, his position is close to me, if it is right, it should be the famous Lu Buwei: "Lord Yushi is really romantic!".

I glanced at Ying Zheng, it seems that I have to quickly ask what is in Lu Buwei's mind, according to this kind of death, I estimate that he will not live for a few days.

After thinking about this, he began to feel inexplicably distressed about Yingzheng, if there is no mistake in the historical data, then he has been oppressed and held hostage by others from birth to the age of twenty-two.

This kind of forbearance is not something that can be practiced overnight, so I think he doesn't have any so-called childhood, what he left may be just a haze, he was preparing to be an emperor before the age of thirteen, and after the age of twenty-two, he was restrained by the profession of emperor.

I looked at Ying Zheng again, and this time, he seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look at me, but it happened that I was weak again, so I had to avoid his gaze in a panic.