Upper County.

The small courtyard where the prince of Fusu lived.

Wang Ben and Jun Shouyan looked at Fusu who had already packed their bags with solemn expressions.

"Gongzi is ordered by His Majesty to supervise the army here, and returning to Xianyang without His Majesty's edict will inevitably cause His Majesty to be unhappy, not to mention, you are going to Xianyang for such things, I am worried that not only will it not help, but it will also anger Your Majesty and harm your own ......."

Wang Ben looked at Fusu and was worried.

"My Great Qin rules the country by law, and the court has its own laws for prophecies, Gongzi, why bother to go through this situation again to make Your Majesty unhappy......"

The county was also on the sidelines, trying to dissuade him.

Fusu stopped what he was doing and looked up at the two of them.

"There are thousands of people around Qingshipi, maybe there are really traitors hiding in it, but how innocent are the rest of the people? As the eldest son of the emperor alone, how can I sit back and watch the innocent people of my Great Qin be killed-"

When the general Wang Ben and the county shou Yan heard this, they couldn't help but be silent.

"Lonely also knows that there are things that can be done and things that cannot be done, but some things, even if you know that you can't do them, you always need some people to do them, and you need some people to fight for them. Today, if I care about my personal future and the majesty of Your Majesty, and ignore the lives and deaths of these innocent people, in the future, I know that I will not be disregarded for the well-being of more people because of other concerns......"

Speaking of this, Fusu calmly lifted his package.

"I'm here to ask for peace of mind, and to fight for a glimmer of life for these people......"

The general Wang Ben and the county Shouyan looked moved, bowed to Fusu, and then silently retreated a way.

Fusu Gongzi carried his package like this, walked out of the courtyard gate with a straight waist, boarded the carriage that had long been parked aside, the wheels started, Fusu lifted the curtain of the carriage, and said goodbye to Wang Ben and Jun Shouyan.

Wang Ben and Jun Shouyan bowed deeply to Fusu's carriage.

"Childe take care—"

"Take care—"

It wasn't until Fusu's carriage completely disappeared from sight that the two of them withdrew their gaze with complicated expressions.

The north wind swept.

In October, it was already very cold, and before you knew it, scattered snowflakes had begun to fall in the sky, and the snowflakes were falling more and more urgently, and soon the sky and the earth were vast.

The county guard wiped a handful of snowflakes hanging from his beard and turned his head to the west of the city.

"I don't believe that I can't find any clues, these rumors are really falling from the sky!"

"Yan Junshou, there is nothing to do left and right, I will also go with you for a walk......"

Wang Ben strode behind to follow.

The snowflakes danced wildly, and soon the figures of the two people disappeared into the vast snow.

Winter is coming!

……

Mongfu.

The old general Meng Wu put his hands behind his back, frowned, and looked uneasy in the study, and from time to time he walked out of the door and looked at the door.

But after waiting for a long time, Meng Yi did not come back.

In the end, he stomped his feet, pulled up a fast horse, and went straight to Wang Qian's mansion.

"The surname Wang, when did you still have the leisure to drink tea here-"

Meng Wu didn't say a word, and directly broke into the compound where Wang Jian was resting, looking at Wang Jian who was sitting leisurely in the courtyard drinking tea, and couldn't help but scold angrily with a black face.

Wang Jian glanced at him angrily.

"It's really rare to go to the old man's mansion as a guest, but unfortunately, it looks like a villain......

Wang Jian slowly poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then squinted his eyes, looked at Meng Wu, who was already on the verge of breaking out with anxiety on his face, and waved his hand lightly.

"A lot of age, all of them have lived to dogs? What's the hurry, the sky can't fall—"

Meng Wu slowly came back to his senses at this time, pulled a stool directly, sat down opposite Wang Jian with a golden knife, lifted the teapot and poured himself a cup, drank it all, and then stared at Wang Jian with an unkind face.

"Old fox, how do you say ......"

Wang Jian didn't pay attention to the disparity in his language, but looked at him like an idiot.

"Even if the eldest son returns to Xianyang, what can he do? What can you do if you anger Your Majesty? ”

Seeing that this old man was still confused, Wang Jian glanced at him and said lightly.

"The eldest son, after all, is still the eldest son, Your Majesty may punish and reprimand, but there is no worry about life, the little son, after all, the little son, is it possible that to this day, do you still think that the little son can get to this day, or rely on the support of the eldest son?"

Meng Wu was stunned at first, and then looked at Wang Jian in horror.

"You, you, you mean—"

Wang Jian didn't pay attention to him, just slowly lifted the teapot for himself and refilled a cup of hot tea.

"The sky can't fall, and it may not be a bad thing for the eldest son to encounter some setbacks......"

Meng Wu couldn't help but lose his mind.

Although the expression on his face was complicated, he no longer had the anxiety and helplessness just now.

"As expected, in a few days, the little boy will officially open the mansion, and he must have already loosened his mouth, so that the little boy can follow Li Xin to learn the art of war and martial arts......"

Wang Jian glanced at his old rival who had been arguing with him all his life, and his tone was inexplicable.

"My family's unsuccessful grandson has now entered the recruit camp of the little boy......"

Hearing this, Meng Wu instantly came back to his senses.

He didn't bother to look at the old fox, turned around and left.

Although the old man has no granddaughter in the family, does he not have a grandson yet?

Lao Tzu is a grandson!

……

"There are many ways to write on the stone without an axe or chisel, and I happen to know one of these—"

Zhao Ying said as he observed the situation in the sealed clay pot.

"After these green alum are calcined, they will turn into a completely new thing when they are melted into water, as far as I know, those Fang family warlocks call it green alum oil, although this thing is not beneficial to ordinary people, but in the eyes of those who have a heart, it has become a means for them to pretend to be gods and ghosts......"

As he spoke, Zhao Ying padded it with a silk cloth, picked up a jar of freshly fired alum oil, and poured it carefully on a bluestone slab with only shallow traces in front of everyone.

Suddenly, with the sound of sneering, a white mist rose up from the bluestone slab, and when the white mist dissipated, several simple and vicissitudes of life had already appeared.

"Ordered by the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity."

Everyone's hearts were suddenly shaken, and everything in front of them was like a miracle.

Only the black on the side, after seeing the font on the bluestone slab, suddenly his eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but suddenly raise his head and look at Zhao Ying, the little boy who was showing the bluestone slab to everyone.

There was a look of incredulity in his eyes.

It's just that at this time, everyone's attention was on the stone slab in Zhao Ying's hand, and they were still shocked by the scene they had just seen.

A little bit of the ordinary green alum can burn such a terrible thing, easily eroding the hard bluestone slabs, leaving large characters on them that are inches deep.

I didn't notice the shocked look on the black face at this time, it seemed to be a little different from them.

"This thing has such power......

Right Prime Minister Feng Qujian came up with some curiosity, stretched out his head, as if he wanted to go and see what was going on, but was pulled behind by Zhao Ying, and said with a wry smile.

"Be careful, this is a joke from time to time, if you accidentally splash on your body, it will be a pin skin and bone erosion......"

Feng Quji's face turned white, smiled at Zhao Ying, and took a step back with some fear.

Looking at the bluestone slab in front of him, the big characters that were clearly visible, and then smelling the pungent smell of green alum oil in the air, the First Emperor was inexplicably relieved in his heart.

Over the years, he believed in immortality, took pills, not only allowed Hou Sheng Lu Sheng and others to refine pills for him, but also sent a large number of people, including Xu Fu, to overseas to seek the elixir of immortality, and naturally had a sense of awe of ghosts and gods.

The mysterious meteorite of the previous "First Emperor died and divided", from beginning to end, did not find any human clues, although he later ordered the slaughter of all the villagers around the meteorite, but it was only through these lives, to strongly say to the world that these are just man-made disasters.

It's not a warning from heaven, it's a villain!

But in his own heart, it is inevitable that there is a trace of unknown haze.

Subsequently, there was a huge disagreement between Fusu and him in terms of political ideas, and the subsequent situation of no one made his worries infinitely magnified, so after feeling that his body was getting weaker and weaker, this old man who was nearly fifty years old almost took this new huge empire with his steps, faster and faster.

Expelled the Xiongnu, fixed Lingnan, unified the written language, banned obscenity, built Chi Road, built water conservancy, relocated the people, encouraged intermarriage, and promoted counties.

When he is still alive, he wants to pinch this huge empire together and build it into a country like an iron bucket, so that this Great Qin Empire will start by itself, and the future generations will be counted, and the second and third generations will be counted for tens of millions of generations, and it will be passed on endlessly.

But today, seeing Zhao Ying in front of his eyes, personally showing all this, the haze in his heart that shrouded his heart suddenly dissipated.

It's not a warning from heaven, it's really a man-made disaster!

The thought suddenly came to mind.

The First Emperor's gaze swept majestically over everyone.

"It has been passed that the counties and counties may gather the people, and use this method to engrave these eight characters in the most conspicuous places in various places, and since then, the prophecies of various places have been self-defeating——"

The First Emperor's face finally softened slightly.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Man-made disasters are much better than warnings from heaven, and even if they can't catch the traitors who are secretly doing things for the time being, they can still have an explanation.

"Spread my will, block the pass, order the Shangjun County to guard the Yan, go all out to hunt down all the Fang family warlocks and the children of the Mo family in the territory, interrogate them strictly, and if you dare to refuse to admit your guilt, you will be killed——"

As soon as the First Emperor said this, everyone in the main hall couldn't help but secretly glance at Zhao Ying, who was carefully collecting green alum oil there.

Zhao Ying: ......

Ah, this-

Father, you little temper.

Don't fire the map cannon at every turn—

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Ying still put down the green alum oil in his hand and arched his hand to the First Emperor.

"Father, how about these people leave it to me to deal with-"

Looking at this kid's posture of squeezing his eyebrows, the First Emperor knew that his eldest grandson might have some bad ideas, and the First Emperor nodded without thinking about it.

"Since you're interested, I'll leave it to you—"

The First Emperor waved his hand indifferently.

It doesn't matter how you deal with it, it's just a little exercise.

The crowd dispersed.

Meng Yi deliberately took a step late and waited for Zhao Ying at the gate of the palace for a while.

"Little boy, those Fang family warlocks and Mo family disciples, what are you going to do with ......?"

Zhao Yingle glanced at him.

"What else can be done? When a cow is a horse, I just need to get something, I need some manpower......"

Meng Yi: ......

He didn't know whether to be glad or sad for those people.

After tossing all day, Meng Yi returned home physically and mentally exhausted, and as soon as he entered the door, he was caught by his father.

"How did things go? But there's news from the eldest son—"

Although he seemed to have gotten some great news from Wang Qian's old guy, Meng Wu still didn't want the eldest son to be implicated because of this.

Meng Yi shook his head.

"I don't know what the situation is on the eldest son's side for the time being, but the matter of the prophecy is basically solved......

"What did you say, settled?"

Meng Wu almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and looked at his son with a calm temperament with a puzzled expression.

"The little prince Ying has found a way to leave handwriting on the bluestone slab without an axe and chisel, and His Majesty has determined that this prophecy is not a warning from heaven, but a villain, and has been strictly ordered to hunt down ......"

Meng Yi endured his exhaustion and rubbed his somewhat stiff face.

Seeing this, Meng Wu waved his hand angrily.

"Go and rest—remember tomorrow, call me the two bastards of your family and the three of your eldest brother's family, and the old man will arrange a good thing for them......"

Meng Yi wanted to ask what was a good thing, but when he saw his old father's mysterious posture, he left with great interest.

Who makes the family a father?

……

Because of today's incident, Zhao Ying deliberately asked Mo to call him back.

"How's it going about what I told you......"

Zhao Ying glanced at Mo and asked casually.

"Hui Gongzi, the villain has followed your instructions, these days, sure enough, in some places where silkworm cocoons are often rinsed, some floating residues have been found, and they can form a thin thing like cloth, but it is not as tough as cloth, so it seems to be useless......"

Zhao Ying was overjoyed and nodded happily.

"Yes, go back and send those things to me, and besides, how are the things I asked you to make—"

Mo was praised by his own little son, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"Qi Yu Gongzi, the villain also deliberately checked it this afternoon, except for the No. 3 pit and No. 5 pit, because it is a dipped bamboo, there is no movement, and several other pits have already shown signs of decay......

"Keep watching, those rotten pits, start stirring from tomorrow, and see if you can fish out something like that cloth......"

Zhao Ying looked at his little follower with satisfaction.

It's not in vain that I specially transferred you back from Huhai's side.

For this matter, Zhao Ying specially called a few loyal old stewards from the house to go to the charcoal factory in Huhai to help produce briquettes, and to transfer his intimate little follower back, for this.

Papermaking.

There is no way, there are too few people under him now, and there are even fewer who can be trusted, and the influence of papermaking is too great, before he can come up with results, he can only hand him over to Mo to do it to rest assured.

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