Yunyang County, prison.

Under the flickering candlelight, Cheng Miao was still flipping through the bamboo slips. Compare the writings of the princes of the past, take their essence and remove their dross. Every word is a condensation of his hard work, although it is just a selection and integration, but it is not something that can be completed overnight.

After a few moments, he finally found the right word.

He quickly took a quick note, then let out a long sigh of relief.

It would be nice if Zhang Cang was still there now.

Zhang Cang's talent is extreme

"Da Qin: Picking Up the Eight-Year-Old First Emperor at the Beginning" Chapter 362 Cheng Miao, I'm here! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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