Da Qin: My Royal Dog Can Predict the Rise and Fall

How long does it take to accept someone else's soul being transformed into a dog? Zhao Daqiang only spent a second... It's not that his mental quality is insane When he raised his eyes, he saw Qin Shi Huang on the throne. He was very happy on the spot: Isn't the thigh of the Eternal Emperor now secure? What happened to being a dog! Food and accommodation are included, no need to clock in, you can lie down and eat meat every day, and you can take care of Daqin's top-notch pension! But his sweet dream is not yet overheated, Ying Zheng said lightly "Little one, I can hear what's in your heart." He lifted his vest directly. Since then, Da Qin's worst working dog has been forced to work. Others traveled through time to become princes and ministers, with boxes full of gold and silver. His salary at work was only dried meat, and he was fined at every turn. If you complain in your heart that the wording in the memorial is ugly, you will be deducted half a piece; if you squat in a corner of the palace to take a nap and catch fish, you will be deducted a piece; if you scold the boss behind his back for being evil and oppressive, you will be given a meat cut for three days. He is doing the work of identifying loyalties and traitors, screening national policies, and keeping an eye on officials, and he gets a dog-food salary that depends on the boss's face. Zhao Daqiang keeps wagging his tail every day, but inside he roars like crazy: I don't even want to get involved with this bastard! That day, he was planning to sneak away to the imperial dining room to rub elbows in sauce, when Ying Zheng's cool voice came to his ears: "If you try to sneak away, I will add two more boxes of bamboo slips to accompany you. One scroll is missing, and you will be deducted half a month of dried meat."