Watching the smiling Confucians and the other princes with sad faces walking out of the palace, Zhao Wen, who was originally sitting straight, slowly stood up and rose a lazy waist.

Xun Kuang was known as Gou Zi in later generations, purely in terms of literature, he is already the top talent of this era, and there will be many places to rely on in the future, Zhao Wen is absolutely unwilling to be rude in front of such a person.

"Your Highness exchanging the same amount of gold for the classics, even after a thousand years, it will be recited by the world!" Chu Yi and Chu Er looked at Zhao Wen with a fanatical expression, when they were studying, the most regrettable thing was that Xiang Yu's fire burned down Daqin's collection.

Coupled with the war at the end of the Qin Dynasty, countless classics only had one name left in later generations, and many even had no names.

If these classics can be reborn, it will definitely be a great merit in the eyes of the two of them.

"I had something to do at night, and when a few ladies asked, they said I was out!"

After giving an order, without waiting for Chu Yi and Chu Er to agree, Zhao Wen seemed to walk out slowly.

Calculate the time, his recital is almost in the Qin capital, so he naturally has to prepare in advance.

As soon as Shouchun came out, Zhao Wen's figure was like a sharp arrow, heading straight in the direction of Qindu.

If you are not an emperor, even if you are a fief county, you can't make your own decisions about many things.

With the stone gate in his mind, he firmly believes that no matter who is the emperor, it is impossible to do better than him.

With the improvement of strength, Zhao Wen did not think about leaving this world directly with his own woman, but after Shimen brought himself to the Great Qin World, this world seemed to have become his initial world.

Every time you come out of the World Passage, you will return to the Great Qin World.

And Zhao Wen also needs a stable rear to relax his mind, so becoming the emperor of Great Qin and unifying the whole world is his only choice now.

Xingyun Bu is a Taoist exercise, and with Zhao Wen's current strength, he is already hundreds of meters away when he takes a step.

The footwork is running faster and faster, making Zhao Wen's figure like a phantom, even if someone sees it below, they will think that they are dazzled.

Since practicing this footwork, Zhao Wen has never done it with such a full force, and his spiritual sense sees, and with one foot stepping out, the figure appears instantly, an ordinary martial art, and Zhao Wen directly uses the feeling of the mythical Xianxia technique.

All the way is like a meteor crossing the sky, and in the middle of the night, it has already entered the Qin capital.

Looking at this city that had become a little strange in his memory, Zhao Wen shook his head lightly and smiled bitterly, he stayed in this city for too short a time, and he didn't leave too many memories, and he wasn't even too familiar with his prince's mansion.

Immediately, Zhao Wen's eyes instantly became firm, since he had already made a decision, he would never hesitate.

Along the familiar road, the figure kept flashing, and in just a moment, he had already entered the palace and came to a sleeping figure.

Raised his hand and slapped it lightly, and the figure disappeared again in a flash.

This palm will intercept the Qi and Blood of the First Emperor, making his body weaker and weaker, but the Qi and Blood itself are still accumulated in the body, and after reopening, it will make up for the previous consumption and make the First Emperor's body stronger.

Silently leaving the palace, and looking back at the Great Qin Palace, Zhao Wen sighed softly, maybe the next time he comes back, his identity will have a new change.

The goal he has been pursuing since he came to this world is about to be achieved, but for some reason, Zhao Wen does not feel happy at all.

Early the next morning, Ying Zheng jumped down as usual after getting up, but unlike before, he landed steadily, this time, his body shook slightly, and he almost didn't stand firm.

The exhaustion in the body is more obvious than ever.

But he didn't care, when the six countries were unified, they often didn't sleep for days, these days are just too many things, and after a few days a good rest, he can recover.

At present, whether it is the statistical population and acres of land in various places, as well as the reclamation order, they have encountered a lot of troubles.

After being the king of Qin for so many years, Ying Zheng knows the thoughts of the subordinates best, and if he dares to slack off, he will be able to relax ten points below.

These things are more important than the other, and now is not the time for him to slack off.

First to the court, and then to deal with the music in various places, the bamboo slips that used to be light and fluttering in his memory, today seem to be a little heavier, and they have been dealt with until the evening, Ying Zheng only feels upset, and after standing up, black light has continued to emerge in front of him.

Looking at the many recitals left, Ying Zheng's face was already bitter, and he couldn't even finish the daily recitals now, shook his head vigorously, stretched his waist, and then firmly sat down in the bamboo slips again and looked at it seriously.

Day 2.

"Why don't you wake me up!" Looking at the sky outside, the time for the morning dynasty had already arrived, but he had overslept, feeling that his body was far more tired than yesterday, and looking at the few eunuchs around him, Ying Zheng only felt that anger continued to emerge in his heart.

"Drag it down and cut it down!"

After the early dynasty, he continued to deal with today's government affairs, and the bamboo slips in his hands became heavier and heavier, but his expression of winning politics did not change in the slightest, and he still dealt with the affairs reported one by one.

"Your Majesty, the Twenty Princes' Concert!"

"Bring it!"

Ying Zheng had an eagerness on his face, the physical situation of the past two days, the matter of the successor that he had never considered, also came out of his heart, and the twenty princes, in Ying Zheng's opinion, if they were cultivated well, they would definitely be able to take on the heavy responsibility of Great Qin.

As for the original emperor's eldest son, Fusu, these days, one question after another has been raised in the court, but there is no way to deal with it.

A eunuch carefully placed a box on the table in front of Ying Zheng and gently withdrew.

Seeing that it was not the bamboo slips he was familiar with, but the box, the first thought that came to Ying Zheng was that the twenty princes wrote a chapter in silk.

"Extravagance and waste!"

I have decided in my heart that I will write a holy decree in a while to teach the twenty princes a good lesson, many people can't even afford to wear clothes now, and they actually use precious silk to write, if the superior develops such a habit, he doesn't know what kind of storm he will set off.

When he opened the box, the first thing he saw was an item he had never seen before, like white silk, with countless tiny words written on it, which was very comfortable to look at.

After picking up one and reading it, his face had turned pale.

In the recital, the situation in the counties of the old land of the Six Kingdoms is recorded in detail, whether it is the county officials or the townships, li, and pavilions, all of which are held by local wealthy households, and if the county order does not compromise with these people, it can be said that it is difficult to move an inch in the local area.

Even in many villages, even the world that is now Great Qin does not know, and the coverage is impenetrable.