Great Qin's son-in-law

Chapter 58 A handful of loess comforts his life!

Qin Luoheng was taken aback.

He immediately understood that the chief official of Qin might have investigated his master in private, and even found out some clues, otherwise he would not have said this.

but
He didn't really care.

Because the master did not teach him the method of chaotic Qin, he only taught him the most basic characters, and then asked him to recite Taoist bamboo slips.

Qin Luoheng took Ying Zheng to the study.

The candles in the room are still bright.

On the table, the ink on Qin Luoheng's pen was still wet, and there was still a burning smell in the room, and there was a faint smell of rosin.

The study room is not big.

But there is something different inside.

The bookshelves and boards are criss-crossed, and bamboo slips of various sizes are hung all over the bookshelves, and various bookcases are circling continuously, and there are many files and parchment books piled up on the ground.

Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

He went to the bookshelf, picked up a roll of bamboo slips, opened them for a few glances, then put the bamboo slips back on the shelf, picked up another roll, and so on.

Qin Luoheng stood quietly aside.

Not words.

After a long time, Ying Zheng left from the bookshelf. He turned around and picked up the dusty drawing board on the ground. There were not many words on it. What was outlined on the drawing board was a map, all of which were found in the Seven Kingdoms.

Another one is Zhou! ! !
Ying Zheng threw the map of 'Zhou' on the ground, turned around and asked Qin Luoheng, "Have you never seen these bamboo slips and drawing boards before?"

Qin Luoheng shook his head.

Said:

"If I say I haven't read it, the officials won't believe it."

"I did."

"However, when the master was alive, he didn't teach these things. I browsed them after the master passed away while tidying up the study. The master didn't want me to carry his past, so he mainly let me read Taoism."

"He wants me to hide from the world."

"Don't get involved in the tedious world like him."

"The bamboo slips on the master's bookshelf are mostly about power and good tactics. As a Taoist in the mountains, I can't use them. Therefore, after reading the literacy articles, I never read them again. Relatively speaking, Taoism is more suitable for me. .”

Ying Zheng slightly forehead.

He didn't doubt Qin Luoheng's words, because the bamboo slips and drawing boards in the room were covered with dust, and they could not be forged in a while.

Ying Zheng fixed his eyes on Qin Luoheng, "Do you want to know who this master is?"

Qin Luoheng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

"Do not want to."

"Master has passed away. It doesn't matter whether I know his name or not. I can't inherit Master's past, and I won't bear it. I just want to go my own way."

"And this is what Master wants to see."

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back.

Indifferently said:
"His name is Gong."

"Minister of the Western Zhou Principality."

"Back then, I made several proposals to gather the strength of all the countries to attack Qin, but they were all defeated. Then I fled to the Duke of Eastern Zhou. Using the strategy of "fake death", I managed to escape, and then I have been wandering in the six countries of Shandong, waiting for the general situation of the world to be settled. , came to Xianyang with you."

"His tomb faces Xianyang!"

"It's Qin Ting!"

While talking, Ying Zheng watched Qin Luoheng's expression change, but Qin Luoheng didn't show much emotion.

Hearing the official's detailed account of the past of the master, Qin Luoheng just sighed in his heart. He had already guessed the background of the master, but he did not expect that the past of the master was so tortuous.

He also knew why Master was so obsessed with Qin.

Dynasties change.

Where is it so easy to forget?

Qin Luoheng paid homage to Chief Ying Zheng, "Thank you, Chief, for telling me about the taboo name of my master."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Luoheng expressionlessly, and said indifferently, "Since you already know about your wife, have you thought about doing anything for him?"

Qin Luoheng cupped his hands and said:

"Perhaps I will add the Master's name on the tombstone without words. If I can go to the original royal city of the Western Zhou Dynasty in the future, I may go outside the city to hold a handful of soil and bring it back to add to the Master's tomb to comfort the Master's spirit in heaven. .”

"That's all?" Ying Zheng said.

Qin Luoheng nodded and said:

"That's all."

"My master has already let go of it in his later years, but there is still a bit of depression in his mouth."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't just be allowed to read Taoist classics, let alone those books about tricks and tricks. A piece of my homeland is enough to comfort my master for a lifetime."

Ying Zheng was extremely calm and composed.

He said indifferently:

"You say you want to avenge your master, but I won't take it to heart."

"Back then, Qin didn't take Zhou and your master seriously before he unified the world. What's more now? Since Daqin can destroy Zhou once, he can destroy it a second time. Since Daqin can make your master fail again and again, the same is true. It will make you fail again and again!"

"Da Qin has never been afraid of anyone in the world!"

Looking at the domineering expression of this chief official, Qin Luoheng could only bow to show his gesture.

Seeing Qin Luoheng's respectful face, Ying Zheng nodded slightly.

It's getting late.

It's time for him to go back and rest.

Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze and walked outside. When he turned around, he smelled a familiar scent of pine.

He looked for it intently.

I saw a piece of black ink on the table nearby.

This ink seems familiar.

a time.

Ying Zheng remembered something.

He remembered that Zhao Gao said at the time that the ink he offered was actually made by a Shi Zi, but a craftsman saw that the quality of the ink was good, so he forcibly asked for it and offered it.

Qin Luoheng is currently Shi Zi!
Ying Zheng walked up to the case table, picked up the ink in the inkstone, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was the same material as the ink he used a few days ago. Then he asked in surprise, "Is this ink yours?"

Qin Luoheng nodded in confusion.

Slightly puzzled:
"how?"

"The chief official has seen it before?"

Ying Zheng nodded.

"I saw it at Shi Huang's place a few days ago."

"You made this ink?"

heard.

Qin Luoheng was taken aback.

Immediately, he also realized why he was so eager to ask for it at that time. It turned out that this ink was appreciated by the first emperor, so he had to be anxious.

Think of this.

Qin Luoheng's heart sank instantly.

This Mo Shihuang has taken a fancy to him, how can he hold on?
Probably can't keep it.

Moreover, the first emperor would basically not ask about the course of the matter, he only cared about the final result, which also meant that if he did not hand it over, he might be in constant trouble in the future.

Engineer II may be just the beginning.

Qin Luoheng felt that this ink-making process had become a hot potato.

But then, he thought of something, and suddenly looked at Qin Changli in front of him, a light flashed in his eyes. This matter was indeed a trouble for him, but to Qin Changli, it might be just a matter of lifting his hands.

Insignificant at all.

Seeing Qin Luoheng suddenly looking at him, Ying Zheng frowned.

Qin Luoheng nodded and said:

"This ink is indeed made by me."

"I used to be young and lack of physical strength, and I had to grind ink for my master from time to time. I was exhausted every time. At that time, I wanted to get a labor-saving calligraphy in order to be lazy. So I spent a few years, but it was really a mess. One came out."

"It's the pine smoke ink in the hands of the chief official."

"If the chief official likes it, I can give the chief official a few dollars."

"However, I have an unfeeling request, I hope the chief official can agree."

Looking at the calligraphy in his hand, Ying Zheng thought about what Zhao Gao said some time ago, and he probably guessed what Qin Luoheng was thinking. There was a strange look in his eyes, and he smiled lightly:
"You talk about it first."

Qin Luoheng looked around nervously, then lowered his voice and said, "I want to give the chief official some credit."

(End of this chapter)