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Han Fei, who came to Qin to be infinitely beautiful, was imprisoned in the Tingwei Prison in charge of his brother because he had eviled the King of Qin in the court and was involved in the assassination of his son Fusu, and even the Korean envoys were implicated by him and were also imprisoned. With the deliberate connivance of the Qin State, this news quickly spread all over the world.

King Han anxiously waited for Li Si, who was about to visit South Korea, but King Zhao, who was originally worried that Yingzheng would start to attack Zhao State, celebrated with his crown and sang songs day and night.

But all this has nothing to do with Fusu, one of the parties involved, more than ten days have passed since the assassination, and he has returned to his house from the new, but the three of them did not return with Fusu under the strong obstruction of their respective mothers, but stayed in the palace.

After he returned to his house, he resumed the work of copying books, and spent the rest of his time practicing martial arts. Not to mention that as the eldest son of King Qin, he will not lead his troops to fight and charge into battle in the future, but this assassination has strengthened his determination to practice martial arts well, not to mention that there is a group of ink artists who are committed to assassination eyeing him, who knows how many people Nanmo will use to kill him next time.

Tang Gu walked through the open space where the workshop and Fusu were used as a playground, and watched Fusu sweat like rain on the edge of the playground, and did not come forward to disturb until Fusu stopped, and then stepped forward to salute Fusu.

"Old Tang, you're here." Fusu greeted Tang Gu with a smile, as if there was nothing between them on the day of the assassination.

Tang Gu responded with a smile: "Childe, the giant wants to see you." ”

Fu Su smiled even more happily, but there was no smile at all in the words that came out of his mouth: "Old Tang, did you say that the assassination that day was really done by Zhao Guoren?" Or is it that you Ximo directed and acted in order to see me? ”

Tang Gu smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer.

"Old Tang, how about I tell my father what you said? It's okay if you don't tell Meng Da. Seeing that Tang Gu did not respond, Fusu continued.

"When Childe sees the giant, he knows by himself."

Fu Su waved his hand and said with a frightened face: "My son doesn't dare to go out, none of the assassins have been caught, who knows where a group of Nanmo Momo people or you Ximo Momo people are ambushing me now!" ”

"Childe, please rest assured, the giant has already ordered, the West Ink Artist will do his best to ensure the safety of the Childe, and those who have West Ink will not be able to please in South Ink." Tang Gu saw that the more Fusu said it, the more outrageous it became, so he had to promise Fusu.

"Under the protection of you ink writers, will I not become a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?"

"Childe, don't be suspicious, Ximo has no ill will towards Childe." Tang Gu felt that he had to swear to a quick gamble before he could let him go to see the giant.

"It's okay to see me, but I have two conditions."

"Childe, but it's okay to mention it." Tang Gu swore an oath.

"That's what you said." A new smile appeared on Fusu's face, "First, if you want to see me, let you giants come to see me, how about it in my study?" No, let's see you in the workshop, it's not negotiable. ”

"Second, I said that if you look at "Tianjian", don't deceive. You go and talk to the giant. After Fusu finished speaking, he ignored Tang Gu and went back to the front yard.

Tang Gu watched Fusu leave, so he had to sigh and return to the workshop.

He walked through several rows of bamboo houses, arrived at the paper-making workshop, walked in, walked behind an old craftsman who was uncovering paper, and said, "Giant, Fusu agrees with you, but he wants to read "Tianjian". ”

It turned out that the place where the Ximo giant wanted to meet Fusu had already been set in Fusu's workshop, and even this giant had already lurked in the papermaking workshop.

The old man did not stop his work, carefully dried a piece of paper, and let out a soft "oh" in his mouth.

"He also said that he suspected that Ximo assassinated him and blamed Nanmo."

"Huh." After the old man put the paper away, he cleaned his hands in clean water and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.

"Then give him a good look." The old man didn't care about Fu Suti's request, "For us, Tianjian is a book from heaven, and for him it's just something he already knows." We're ready. ”

"You go and invite him over, I heard that the food in Gongzi's Mansion is delicious, and I don't know if I can taste a meal today." After the old man finished speaking, he looked at himself, dusted off the dust, and found a cushion and sat down in the bamboo hut covered with mulberry paper.

Fusu followed Tang Gu to the courtyard of the workshop with doubts, he thought that there was a new product in the workshop after ten days of absence, but he didn't expect Tang Gu to take him to the paper workshop, so he motioned for him to go in by himself.

After Fusu entered, the purpose of the entrance was a stack of dried paper, near a wall, there was an old craftsman kneeling there, dressed in ordinary linen clothes, his face was wrinkled, as if he had experienced vicissitudes, and his eyes were full of smiles looking at Fusu who had just come in.

"Mo Jiacheng Qu has seen the prophet." The old man who claimed to be Cheng Qu took the initiative to open his mouth to Fusu.

Fusu was made uncomfortable by his "prophet", and thought to himself that this person was a giant? "I'm not a prophet. But you, old man, are you a giant? ”

"The old decay is just elected by the ink man to take charge of the law and discipline."

"That's the giant. I wonder what the old gentleman saw me? Fusu confirmed the identity of this smiling old gentleman, but he always felt that his smile was full of malice.

"The old man came to reconfirm the identity of the childe, and the second was to hand over a letter to the childe."

"I wonder how the old gentleman wants to confirm? And what kind of letter did you send? ”

"I don't know how long Childe will know about the future, but since Childe knows about paper and printing, I think he also knows what two other things are, so I would like to ask Childe to explain."

Fusu thought for a while, and felt that the gunpowder and compass had not been done by himself, and he would not lose anything by saying it.

"Gunpowder, compass."

Cheng Qu was very happy to hear this, and the smile on his face was even thicker, but he still said plainly: "Please also ask Gongzi to explain in detail." ”

Fusu frowned, feeling that it was better to tell the truth: "These two things are the collective wisdom of the Chinese like papermaking and printing, and they are not like papermaking and printing that can be explored by experience, I am neither a chemist, nor a physicist, nor a historian, and I don't know how to explain it to the old man." Fusu didn't care whether Cheng Qu understood what chemistry and physics were, just explained it like this.

Cheng Qu's expression was a little disappointed, but he didn't ask anything, took out a bamboo tube from his arms and handed it to Fusu and said, "This is a letter sent by Nanmo, and it was handed to me, and they hope that I can pass it on to Gongzi." ”

Fusu didn't take the bamboo tube, but looked at Cheng Qu and said: "I came to see the Mo family giant, not to prove anything, nor to see any letters, but just to borrow the "Tianjian" of your faction to take a look, these vain things should be forgotten." ”