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

"Sister Su, is it really okay for me to do this?" He Shuangqing asked doubtfully.

"This is already better than many people. When I used to run a Douyin account, I only had a dozen likes a week and single-digit followers." Su Jiahe said, "Qingqing, keep going, you must persevere."

"Well, Sister Su, I will stick with it. I will definitely repay you well when I make money."

"You don't have to repay me. Just keep the money and do something you like."

Two days later, Su Jiahe received a reply from Huo Qubing.

After unfolding the letter, Su Jiahe first glanced at the date of the signature, and saw that it was "the second year of Zhenghe". He inexplicably felt that this year was somewhat familiar, as if something big had happened in his memory.

Su Jiahe opened Baidu and searched it, and sure enough, the four big words "Witchcraft Disaster" came into view.

During this incident, a large number of cursed dolls were found in Emperor Wu's palace, leading to the execution of tens of thousands of people. Empress Wei Zifu and Crown Prince Liu Ju were also framed and forced to raise an army to protect themselves, but both were ultimately defeated and committed suicide.

"Oh my god, Huo Qubing won't be implicated!"

Su Jiahe was very regretful that she had forgotten about this matter and had not reminded Huo Qubing in advance. So she quickly picked up the letter and read it nervously.

However, Huo Qubing only told Su Jiahe that the current Han Dynasty was very powerful and prosperous. He had spent his life in military service, wiped out all the powerful enemies around him, and helped his cousin Liu Ju to ascend the throne smoothly.

Huo Qubing did not mention more in the letter, but Su Jiahe basically understood it.

Along with the letter, there was also a small wooden box containing a short sword captured from the enemy. It was exquisitely crafted, and the scabbard was inlaid with several gems, making it look like a Roman style.

The next morning came in a blink of an eye, and Su Jiahe stood in the yard on time, waiting for new tourists.

【ding dong】

The nineteenth tourist has arrived.

In the blink of an eye, an old man in armor stumbled into the yard. His hair was disheveled, his face was covered in dirt, and one hand was covering the wound on his head, blood oozing from between his fingers.

"Ah!" Su Jiahe couldn't help but scream when he saw the visitor's miserable appearance.

The old man in armor looked around and then glanced at Su Jiahe. His dead eyes suddenly lit up.

"Am I back? Great!"

Hearing the other party say this, Su Jiahe was stunned.

"You said you were back. Have you been here before?" Su Jiahe went through all the ancient people he had met, but he didn't remember seeing this person.

"Little girl, I'll explain it to you later. I'm injured now. Do you have any bandages? Or can you call 120 for me?"

"Ah?" Su Jiahe was very surprised to see that the old man was dressed in ancient style but spoke like a modern person.

However, the old man was bleeding and the situation was urgent. Su Jiahe did not ask any questions, but took him into the villa, asked him to clean the wound, and found some first-aid gauze and Yunnan Baiyao to temporarily stop the bleeding for him.

The old man took off his tattered armor, and the clothes underneath were stained with blood. When he lifted the clothes, he saw that his body was covered with scratches and bruises.

"You are seriously injured. Lie down and rest first. I'll call an ambulance for you." Su Jiahe said worriedly.

"No, no, they are just superficial injuries. I'm too dirty, so I won't dirty your bed. Just sit for a while and you'll be fine." The old man waved his hand and said.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Su Jiahe finally asked the question in his mind.

"I am... well, it's a long story. I'm afraid if I tell the truth, you'll think I'm mentally ill."

Hearing the old man say this, Su Jiahe immediately came up with a bold guess.

"Are you a time traveler?"

"How do you know?" The old man was stunned.

"Don't worry, old man. I absolutely believe what you say and won't treat you as a psychopath." Su Jiahe is no longer surprised by time travelers.

"That's good. Thank you, little girl, for saving my life. If I hadn't traveled back in time, I would have died." The old man touched the aching wound on his head and said with lingering fear.

"Can you tell me who you became when you traveled through time and what your name is?" Su Jiahe continued to ask.

"My name is Wang Mang. Have you heard of me?"

"Wang Mang!" Su Jiahe couldn't help but exclaim.

"Why, you know me?"

"Are you Wang Mang, the emperor of the Xin Dynasty?"

Su Jiahe often saw others analyzing that Wang Mang might be a time traveler, but she never expected it to be true.

"Yes, it's me." Wang Mang nodded.

"Well, I didn't realize you were so old."

Su Jiahe read in history books that Wang Mang adopted a series of very advanced policies and made many epoch-making technological inventions, so he subconsciously thought of him as a young man.

"I came to the throne in my fifties and have been the emperor for fifteen years. How could I not age?"

"Were you on the battlefield just now?"

"Yes, Liu Xiu led his army to attack Luoyang and fought a decisive battle with my new army in Kunyang. I personally wore armor to comfort the soldiers and boost morale, but unexpectedly, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky and smashed my side to pieces."

Wang Mang said this and sighed in frustration.

"Were you really hit by a meteorite shower?" Su Jiahe had always believed that the sudden meteorite shower during the Battle of Kunyang was nothing more than a myth and fabrication by later generations, but unexpectedly it was a true story.

"Really? My bad luck is unprecedented and will never be surpassed."

Su Jiahe looked at Wang Mang's serious expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, so she said, "Forget it, as long as he can come back safely. Being an emperor in ancient times is not as comfortable as modern life."

"Well, you do have a point," Wang Mang consoled himself. "But then again, why did I come back so suddenly?"

"This is all because..." Su Jiahe explained the whole story. Because Wang Mang was a modern man, he understood it quickly.

"So, in seven days, I have to go back?"

"Yes, that's usually the case."

"Then it's all over! If this continues, my country will probably be destroyed by the time I return."

"Yes, after the Battle of Kunyang, the Xin Dynasty soon perished, and Liu Xiu established the Eastern Han Dynasty." Su Jiahe told Wang Mang the history truthfully.

"Alas, he won in the end." Wang Mang leaned back in his chair, dejected.

"Uncle Wang, I have a prop card that allows you to stay forever. Since you are back, just stay and live a good life." Su Jiahe said.

"Great, I'm going to stay and never go back to that damn place." There was a hint of surprise in Wang Mang's eyes, but then he changed his mind.

"Tell me, if I take this opportunity to come back and bring back some modern advanced technology, can I defeat Liu Xiu?"

"Well... Uncle Wang, in my personal opinion, I urge you to be cautious. People say that Liu Xiu is the son of the plane, and his purpose is to erase the bug of you, a time traveler."