The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Shangjun.

Meng Yi tried his best to pull Meng Tian onto his horse. He hugged Meng Tian tightly and galloped towards the nearby villages and towns.

Along the way, he kept calling Meng Tian's name, his voice full of anxiety and worry: "Brother, brother, you must hold on!"

After riding non-stop, they finally found a clinic. Meng Yi hurriedly picked up Meng Tian and got off the horse.

"Where is the good worker?" Meng Yi shouted anxiously. His voice echoed in the clinic, carrying an undisguised nervousness.

"Here, here, here, I'm coming. I told you not to be anxious, don't be anxious..." said a little old man in a loud and impatient voice.

He walked out from the back hall, his hair and beard were black and white, his face was ruddy, and he looked like he was quite capable.

Seeing that the newcomer was wearing armor, the old man knew that the other party's identity was not simple, so he softened his tone and asked, "What's wrong with this general?" His eyes fell on Meng Tian and he observed him carefully.

Meng Yi quickly placed Meng Tian gently on the table and said, "My elder brother, I don't know how he fainted from his horse! Come and see if he is poisoned?" There was a tremor in his voice, and he held Meng Tian's hands tightly with both hands.

The old man examined the patient and said slowly, "Don't worry, General. This general is not poisoned!"

There was a hint of certainty in his tone, which made Meng Yi feel relieved.

When Meng Yi heard that it was not poisoning, he felt relieved, because he remembered that in the plot of the TV series, Meng Tian was poisoned by a chronic poison when he was assassinated and later died.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and said to himself, "Fortunately, fortunately, my elder brother is fine. It seems that history has indeed changed."

Then Meng Yi asked again: "Liang Gong, if he was not poisoned, why did he suddenly faint?" His brows were slightly furrowed, and the worry in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

The old man smiled and said, "The general is simply exhausted from long-term overwork and has a hidden injury. He lost too much blood from this new injury, and the old one has relapsed. I'll give him a simple bandage and prescribe some herbal medicine, and he'll be able to get out of bed in three to five days."

His tone was relaxed and confident, as if he was completely sure of his medical skills.

Meng Yi nodded and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, my good worker."

The old man began to bandage Meng Tian's wound. His movements were skillful and gentle. While bandaging, he asked Meng Yi some questions about Meng Tian's condition from time to time in order to better understand his condition.

Meng Yi watched quietly from the side, his eyes never leaving Meng Tian, ​​and he silently prayed in his heart that he would recover soon.

As the night deepened and everything was silent, Meng Tian, ​​who was lying on his sickbed, slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time, and his consciousness gradually awakened from the chaos.

Meng Yi, who had been waiting by the bed, saw this and the solemn expression on his face was instantly replaced by joy. He was so excited that his voice trembled: "Brother, you finally woke up! You have been worried about me these days!" As he spoke, his eyes actually turned slightly red.

Seeing Meng Yi like this, Meng Tian felt warm in his heart and said softly, "Brother Yi, thank you for your hard work!"

At this time, a personal guard tiptoed into the room, holding a bowl of steaming porridge in his hand.

Meng Yi quickly stood up, walked forward and took the porridge.

"Brother, how can we brothers say such polite words to each other?" Meng Yi said softly, with a hint of concern in his voice.

After saying this, he held the bowl steadily in one hand and gently helped Meng Tian up with the other, as if afraid of hurting him. Meng Tian leaned weakly on the back of the bed, his eyes revealing a touch of emotion.

Meng Yi held the bowl and slowly brought the spoon to Meng Tian's mouth, his movements gentle and delicate.

Meng Tian opened his mouth and drank the porridge, and suddenly a warm feeling surged into his heart.

Meng Tian's eyes reddened slightly, and he forced a smile, saying, "May the spirits of my father and mother in heaven bless my brother and me."

Then, Meng Tian frowned again and asked in confusion: "Brother Yi, why did you come to reinforce?"

Meng Yi set down his bowl, his expression grave. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Brother, Your Majesty fell gravely ill during his eastern tour to Shaqiu. He immediately declared Hu Hai regent, with Feng Quji and Zhao Gao as his assistants, and imprisoned Li Si. Furthermore, the emperor has now announced Hu Hai as crown prince. I suspect Your Majesty is either seriously ill and unconscious, giving Zhao Gao and Feng Quji an opportunity to seize control of the government. Or, Your Majesty has passed away, and Zhao Gao and his men, concerned about your military power, have lured you to Xianyang with the intention of plotting something treacherous."

When Meng Tian heard the news, his body shook violently, as if struck by lightning.

He widened his eyes and looked at Meng Yi in disbelief, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the bed with such force that his veins popped.

Then, Meng Tian seemed to come to his senses suddenly, and he suddenly jumped up from the bed. His movement was so fast that he even knocked over the low table beside the bed.

Meng Tian looked anxious, and because of the pain caused by the knife wounds on his body, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

He bit his lip, his voice slightly hoarse with excitement. "This... this is absolutely impossible! Your Majesty is in the prime of his life, only fifty years old! Back then, Your Majesty swept across the world with a thunderous force, unifying the country. His great talent, wisdom, and bravery are known to the world! How could such a great man be deceived and deceived by a treacherous villain like Zhao Gao? I absolutely cannot believe it! There must be some mistake!"

Meng Yi sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness and worry. He patted Meng Tian's shoulder and said softly, "Brother, I hope I'm mistaken. But all the signs indicate that things are not simple. The court is probably already controlled by the likes of Zhao Gao and Feng Quji. Moreover, you command an army of 300,000 and are the pillar of the Qin frontier. They must be wary of you."

Meng Tian took a deep breath and said resolutely, "I will return to Xianyang to meet with Your Majesty and personally investigate the truth. If Your Majesty is still alive, I will welcome you back and eliminate the rebels. If Your Majesty truly meets with an unforeseen event, I will seek justice and restore the legitimacy of the Qin Dynasty."

Meng Yi quickly intervened, saying, "Brother, don't be impulsive. Going back now would be like walking into a tiger's mouth. We should first contact the loyal and righteous people in the court, and then make plans."

Meng Tian frowned, clenched his fists, and said firmly, "Brother Yi, you are right, but time is of the essence. Every moment of delay will put the Qin Empire in greater danger. You must make arrangements immediately. I will dispatch some of my trusted associates to secretly infiltrate Xianyang to investigate. My family, the Meng family, has been deeply favored by the Emperor, and we cannot stand by and watch the Qin Empire fall into the hands of treacherous individuals."

After saying this, Meng Tian looked firmly towards the direction of Xianyang, his eyes showing his determination to face death.

At this moment, he seemed to see the unpredictable hearts of the people in Xianyang City, saw Zhao Gao's ferocious face, and saw the suffering that His Majesty might suffer. He secretly vowed to protect the Qin Dynasty and His Majesty's dignity no matter what.

Meng Yi looked at Meng Tian's determined expression and felt a surge of admiration in his heart.