When Ju Zizhou woke up, he saw Ying Zheng holding a pen and transcribing some words and sentences on the bamboo slips in front of the silk book.

He scratched his head, suddenly felt a little pain on his face, and touched his hand, and three fine blood marks immediately appeared on his fingertips.

This is......

Injured?

Ju Zizhou had just woken up, and his brain was not very awake.

He wandered around, trying to find the guy who had hurt him.

On the window, a fat cat squatted there aggrieved and innocent, like an innocent girl abandoned by a scumbag.

Ju Zizhou's gaze swept over.

Although the wounds corresponding to the three blood marks do look like they were caught by a cat, Ju Zizhou expected that this stupid cat did not have such guts, and he may not have this kind of acting skills, so he could not run away quickly after scratching himself, but stayed in place to watch the play.

After looking around, I didn't see any possible targets.

Ju Zizhou got up and walked towards Yingzheng, and was about to speak, when he heard a knock on the door: "Gentleman, are you awake?" ”

"What's the matter?" Ying Zheng raised his head and asked loudly.

"I waited for last night to capture two incoming rangers, do you want to go and have a look?" Chen He said respectfully.

Ying Zheng put down his pen, stood up, handed the bamboo slip he copied to Ju Zizhou, and then opened the door: "Take me to see it." ”

Ju Zizhou took the bamboo slip, and followed Yingzheng forward step by step, and did not stop in his hand, but unfolded the bamboo slip and looked at it.

The handwriting is clumsy, and the words of Zhao Guo come into view.

The handwriting in the middle of the two bamboo strips is contrasted, and the pattern is like a chess piece horizontally, and the words and sentences in each line are almost opposite.

Ju Zizhou quickly finished reading the contents of the bamboo slips.

At that time, he wrote the words and phrases in the "Handan Investigation".

There are descriptions of rich and poor; In the same profession, the interests of the bottom and the top are completely different; the way in which one's own power and destiny are grasped; The Zhao nobles showed their internal strength and external humility.

Ju Zizhou thought about it for a while, and then he knew Yingzheng's doubts.

-- Whether it is the symbiosis of the rich and the poor, or the transformation of the interests of the low-level and high-level workers in the same profession, they are all just natural products that arise from the existence or absence of the "means of production".

But Ju Zizhou does not intend to completely dispel Yingzheng's doubts for the time being.

He is only a guide, not a guru who knows everything about these issues.

“…… Will you two submit to me as my guest? Ying Zheng looked down at the two rangers lying on the ground.

Beside him, Chen He and the other four rangers who had returned to Shun were separated on both sides and acted as guards.

"Phew! Even if Naigong is dead, his head is in a different place, and the corpse of the five horses is divided, he will never surrender to the Yiqin people! A ranger yelled and cursed.

Ying Zheng glanced at the half-new clothes on his body and the cloth shoes on his feet, and frowned.

The other Ranger didn't have the same strong will to resist, but he didn't say anything.

Ying Zheng carefully looked at the silent ranger.

He was unclothed, his brass sword was unsheathed, and the blade was covered with patina.

"The gap between the rich and the poor ......" Ying Zheng thoughtfully.

He thought for a moment, squatted down, and asked, "Do you two have a grudge against the Qin people?" ”

The walking ranger said hatefully: "Of course there is a grudge, the entire Zhao State has a grudge against the Qin people!" Blood feud! Ten years ago, the Qin people invaded our land and killed my father and brother. ”

Ying Zheng tilted his head: "What does this matter to me?" ”

"You have a grudge with the Qin people, because the Qin people broke the family and killed your father and brother in the war that the Qin people started eleven years ago, so bloody and deep, you want revenge, of course, don't think about revenge, it is unfilial, want to take revenge, in the country, it is loyal, in the family, it can be said that filial piety is also."

"But what does that have to do with me?" Ying Zheng pointed to his nose: "My name is Qin Zheng, although I am a Qin person, but I was born in Zhao State and grew up in Handan, except for my father, I have never seen a second Qin person in my life until now!" ”

"It's called Qin people, but it's actually Zhao people!"

Ying Zheng said again: "Besides, I am nine years old this year, and I was not born eleven years ago, how can I kill your father and brother?" How can I have a grudge against you? ”

"You want to seek revenge from the Qin people, it is justified. But when you seek revenge on me, aren't you looking for the wrong person? Isn't it indistinguishable from Qin Zhao? Isn't that unwise? ”

"The Qin people are in the Qin State, but you don't go to the Qin State to seek revenge on the person who killed your father and brother back then, but to find a nine-year-old son in the Zhao State to take revenge; Isn't it cowardly to the courage of the Qin people, and wants to commit violence to a child? Isn't that unkind? ”

Ju Zizhou listened to Yingzheng's words, and always felt that these words were a little familiar.

He thought about it for a while before he realized that this was a kind of moral attack that he described in "Handan Investigation".

Originally, such words were used by Ju Zizhou to specifically describe the moral kidnapping of the nobles of Zhao State and let the ordinary people of Zhao State fight for it.

But I didn't expect that Ying Zheng could learn the essence of it so quickly and apply it to practical practice.

Talented!

Ju Zizhou raised his eyebrows, a smile on his face.

He smiled, and his face began to hurt again under the linkage of muscles.

Ju Zizhou touched his face, and it was no longer bleeding.

It's starting to scab out...... Wait a minute......

Ju Zizhou had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and then he realized one thing - the wound on his face was probably not caused by Yingzheng, right?

It was still bleeding when I touched it, which in itself meant that the wound had only appeared for a short time.

Judging from the blood marks on the fingertips, it was a slender wound.

Ying Zheng doesn't have long nails, and if he wants to leave such a wound on himself, he must have tools.

But I didn't see any tools......

Judging from the bamboo slips and inkblots handed to him by Ying Zheng, he didn't have the time to commit the crime!

So...... Is that the stupid cat?

“…… So you are determined not to submit to me? Ying Zheng asked.

The Walking Ranger was tempered by Ying Zheng's moral attack, but he refused to surrender to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng sighed: "You are an unkind, unfilial, disloyal, unrighteous and brave person, and you want to kill me an innocent child when the night comes, and you are ready to be killed, right?" ”

"You want to kill me an innocent child to satisfy your evil and selfish thoughts, and now it is in my hands, I have good words to persuade you, but you speak ill of you; I want to let you live, but you insist on killing me. ”

"Now that you are in my hands, I will kill you, I guess you have no complaints, right?" Ying Zheng asked.

The Walking Ranger had an ugly face, his body trembled, and he couldn't say anything.

Ying Zheng nodded, shook his finger at Chen He, and then looked at the other ranger.

The bronze sword sank into the neck of the walking ranger, and blood burst out.

Ying Zheng didn't even look at the dead walking ranger, but looked at the other ranger gently: "What about you?" ”

The ranger shuddered and nodded his head hurriedly; "I would like to be a gentleman!"

Ying Zheng nodded, didn't say anything, got up and left.

At this time, the maid named Zhiyun next to Zhao Ji came over: "Gentleman, it's time to leave." ”

Ying Zheng nodded and walked towards the room where he lived.

The silk book was still in that room.

Ju Zizhou touched his face and followed Ying Zheng back to the house.

The fat cat is now lying on the silk book, lazy, and when she saw Yingzheng and Ju Zizhou entering the house, she just screamed charmingly, and then turned her head, like a petty girl.

Ju Zizhou pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to walk towards the fat cat.

The fat cat let out a terrible scream.