Qin Palace, the main hall.

This great hall is always so solemn, with a deep bearing in it, just like the king on the throne.

At this time, Qin Wangzheng, the best monarch in the history of Qin, did not sit on his throne.

Behind him, in a corner of the hall where the lights could not shine, a dark shadow was constantly shaking.

"So, Zihe actually made a relatively light writing instrument?" Qin Wangzheng's magnetic voice sounded, echoing in the main hall.

"Your Majesty, it's good." The voice of the shadow in the darkness was a little respectful, "The sixth prince had some wood and bamboo slips boiled for a whole day, and turned it into a kind of pulp that the sixth prince called, and when it cooled, it turned into paper. ”

"On a piece of paper, at least a few hundred words can be written, which is much easier than bulky bamboo and wood tablets, but the process of boiling is a bit complicated."

As he spoke, his tone revealed a bit of a fly in the ointment.

"That's already remarkable." Qin Wangzheng chuckled.

Whew!

Just as he was talking, a familiar roar came from outside the hall, and a small body with a large pile of paper in his arms rode in on the body of a panda and walked in.

"Father, my son has sent you something good." Yingzihe walked into the hall, lifted the paper in his arms, and said with a smile.

Qin Wangzheng looked at the paper that was held in his arms by Yingzi and said, "Then take it." ”

Syllable!

A piece of white paper was spread out, and Ying Zheng picked up a brush and wrote on it. Sure enough, it is much easier than bamboo and wood.

A piece of paper can hold no numbers, which is much more convenient than a bamboo and wooden tablet that can only write a dozen words.

"Very good," Qin Wangzheng was extremely satisfied with the paper, "Zihe, you did a good thing this time." ”

"The craftsmen in charge of papermaking have decided to set up another papermaking workshop to specialize in papermaking, and at the same time make every effort to promote paper in our Great Qin to replace bulky bamboo and wood slips."

"Oh." Yingzihe, who seemed to be ignorant, agreed, "Congratulations to my father." ”

Swish!

Qin Wangzheng's sharp gaze fell on the son beside him, and in contact with this pair of eyes that can see through everything and see through everything, there is no fear in Yingzi and bright eyes, only a feeling of admiration for his father.

"Zihe, you go down first!" After a pause, Qin Wangzheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Father." Yingzi and respectfully agreed, turned over and rode on his pet, Panda Pippi, again, and left the hall.

In the whole world, he is probably the only one who dares to ride a pet in the palace of Qin Wangzheng, but no one can say that he is not half of it!

"Huh!" Seeing his son leaving, Qin Wangzheng suddenly let out a low laugh from his mouth, echoing in the hall.

In Qin Wangzheng's laughter, there was an indescribable feeling.

………………

Paper, once it appeared, was vigorously promoted by the Qin State.

With the personal approval of Qin Wangzheng, the civil and military forces of the Qin State and the Manchu Dynasty all abandoned the heavy bamboo and wood slips and began to use paper instead.

A small piece of paper, but it can write at least a few hundred words, which is much stronger than the heavy bamboo and wood slips.

Since then, Yingzheng, who originally spent most of the day looking at those heavy bamboo and wood slips every day, can be regarded as relieved.

Just because, compared with bamboo and wood slips, the paper is too light.

Before the advent of paper, all the pieces that Qin Wangzheng had to read every day were written in bamboo and wooden tablets, piled together, almost like a small mountain.

But now, after the paper appeared, the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military concerts were put together, but they only weighed dozens of catties.

In this way, Qin Wangzheng does not need to be busy until late at night every day.

The small piece of paper completely changed the entire Qin State, and a piece of paper spread out, causing people all over the world to have a deep curiosity about this unique writing instrument.

Especially when I learned that this small piece of paper was made by the sixth son of King Qin, Yingzi and Tinkering.

King Qin's sixth son, Ying Zihe, entered the world's field of vision for the first time, attracting others to pay attention to him.

The manufacturing process of paper was also spread, and a papermaking workshop was set up in the palace to be responsible for papermaking.

Although there are some folk traditions, they are far less than the craftsmanship in the royal palace.

………………

"Eat?" In the palace of King Qin, Yingzi and this little child who attracted the attention of the world with a small piece of paper seemed to have nothing to do with him.

It's just a little wine-colored person, and he looks like a child!

On this day, in the main hall of Lingyan Pavilion, Yingzihe sat on a chair that was taller than him, picked a grape from the tray on the table, handed it to Xiaomeng's lips, and asked.

Syllable!

Xiaomeng ate the Yingzi and the grapes handed over in one bite, chewing the delicious grapes in her mouth, and said:

"Yingzihe, you...... How are you ...... What did you come up with that paper? ”

Yingzihe said with a blank face: "What paper, why don't I know?" ”

"Hmph, I'm playing stupid again!" Xiaomeng snorted coldly and said.

After a pause and eating all the grapes in his mouth, Xiao Meng turned his head and said to Ying Zihe, "How is the practice of harmony with light and dust that I taught you?" ”

When Yingzihe heard Xiaomeng's words, she hugged her hair and let out a miserable scream, "Oh my God, you spare me!" ”

"Eldest sister, don't you think it's cruel to force such a small child like me to face such a profound thing all day long?"

"Cruel?" Hearing Yingzihe say this, Xiaomeng waved his little fist and shouted, "How can this be called cruel? ”

"It should be called deserved!"

"You should be cruel!"

"Ahh When Yingzihe heard Xiaomeng say this, she said with a sad face, "Eldest sister, you still have to kill me!" ”

Swish!

As he spoke, his figure flashed and disappeared in front of Xiaomeng.

Syllable! Catching Yingzi and the departure of the shapeshifter, Xiaomeng's originally childish eyes flashed a trace of sharpness.

Changing shapes, in such a short period of time, he has actually cultivated with light and dust to this point, and his talent is really extraordinary!

As expected, all the while, he was just playing dumb!

"Whew!" On the small bed in the depths of the main hall, Yingzihe didn't know when he had already sat on it, looking at Xiaomeng sitting at the table from a distance, sighing with a happy face, his white and tender little hands were raised, and he wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Hell, it's just a little housekeeper, why did my father ask her to teach me, it's just too cruel!"