Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 102 Returning to Qinhuang Palace (for Subscription)
Seeing the smiling Confucianists and the mourning faces of other schools of thought walking out of the palace, Zhao Wen, who was sitting upright, slowly stood up and stretched his waist.

Xun Kuang was called Xunzi in later generations, purely in terms of writing, he was already the top talent of this era, and he would still be relied on in many places in the future, Zhao Wen would never be disrespectful in front of such a person.

"Your Highness exchanged equal weight of gold for classics, and even after a thousand years, they will be recited by the world!" Chu Yi and Chu Er looked at Zhao Wen with fanaticism. When they were studying, the most regrettable thing was that Xiang Yu's fire burned them down. Collected from the collection of Daqin.

Coupled with the war at the end of the Qin Dynasty, countless classics only had one name left in later generations, and many of them didn't even have names.

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

"I have something to do at night, when some 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 and quickly.

Counting the time, his memorial will soon arrive in Qindu, so it is natural to prepare in advance.

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

If you don't become an emperor, even if you are a fief of a county, there are many things that you can't decide for yourself.

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

As his strength improved, it was not that Zhao Wen didn't think about leaving this world with his own woman, but after Shimen brought him to the Great Qin World, this world seemed to become his initial world.

Every time you come out of the world passage, you will return to the Daqin world.

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

Cloud Walking is originally a Taoist technique, and with Zhao Wen's current strength, if he steps out in one step, he is already hundreds of meters away.

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

Ever since he practiced this footwork, Zhao Wen has never done anything like this with all his strength. Seeing it with his spiritual sense, he stepped forward, and his figure appeared instantly. An ordinary martial skill was directly used by Zhao Wen as the immortal hero in mythology. The feeling of practice.

All the way like a shooting star across the sky, it has already entered the capital of Qin in the middle of the night.

Seeing this strange city in his memory, Zhao Wen gently shook his head and smiled wryly. He stayed in this city for too short a time and did not leave much memory, even his Prince's Mansion Neither are too familiar.

Immediately, Zhao Wen's eyes instantly became firm. Now that he has made a decision, he will never hesitate.

Along the familiar road, the figure kept flickering, and after just a while, he had already entered the palace and came to a sleeping figure.

He raised his hand and patted it lightly, and the figure disappeared again in a flash.

This palm will retain Shi Huang's qi and blood, making his body weaker and weaker, but the qi and blood itself is still accumulated in the body. After re-opening, it will make up for the previous consumption and make Shi Huang's body stronger.

After leaving the palace silently, and looking back at the Daqin 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 will be achieved, but for some reason, Zhao Wen doesn't feel happy at all.

Early in the morning of the second day, Yingzheng got up and jumped down as usual, but unlike before landing steadily, this time, his body swayed slightly and he almost failed to stand still.

The exhaustion in the body is more obvious than before.

But he didn't care about it. When the six countries were unified, he often didn't sleep for several days. These days, there were just too many things. After a few days, he would be able to recover after a good rest.

Now whether it is the statistics of the population and acres of land in various places, as well as the land reclamation order, there are many troubles.

After being King of Qin for so many years, Yingzheng knows best what the subordinates think, if he dares to slack off a little, the next one can relax a lot.

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

First he went to court, and then he dealt with the memorials from various places. The bamboo slips that were light in his memory before seemed to be a bit heavy today. He continued to deal with them until evening. Yingzheng only felt upset. Black light.

Looking at the many memorials left, Yingzheng's face was filled with bitterness. Now he couldn't even finish the daily memorials. He shook his head vigorously, stretched his waist, and sat down firmly again. He took a serious look at the bamboo slips.

Day two.

"Why don't you wake me up!" Looking at the sky outside, the morning time has already arrived, but he has overslept, feeling that his body is far more tired than yesterday, looking at the eunuchs around him, Ying Zheng can only feel the pain in his heart Constantly burst into anger.

"Drag and chop!"

After the early court, he continued to deal with today's government affairs, and the bamboo slips in his hands became heavier and heavier, but Ying Zheng's expression did not change at all, and he was still dealing with the reported affairs one by one.

"Your Majesty, the memorial of the twenty princes!"

"bring here!"

Yingzheng's face was full of eagerness. His physical condition in the past two days, and the matter of his successor, which he had never considered before, also popped up from the bottom of his heart. From Yingzheng's point of view, the twentieth prince should be well cultivated. Definitely able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of Daqin.

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

An eunuch carefully placed a box on the table in front of Ying Zheng, and stepped back gently.

Seeing that the box in front of him was not the bamboo slips he was familiar with, but the box, Ying Zheng's first thought was that the twentieth prince used silk to write memorials.

"Extravagant waste!"

I have already decided in my heart that I will write an imperial decree and 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. What kind of storm.

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

After picking up a copy and reading it, his face has turned livid.

In the memorial, it records in detail the current situation of the counties in the old land of the Six Kingdoms. Whether it is county officials or townships, villages, and pavilions, all of them are local wealthy households. If the county magistrate does not compromise with these people, it can be said locally It is difficult to move an inch.

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

(End of this chapter)