Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 141 The Sigh of Destiny's Destiny
"Father, you should keep your treasures and money. The property in my son's hands is definitely enough to last for more than a year!" After receiving the Jade Seal of Chuanguo, Zhao Wen had already untied the truncated blood of Emperor Shi. Too long is also bad for your health.

Now that the first emperor is about to recover, Zhao Wen doesn't want the first emperor to think that he has cheated the throne and all his property.

As for concealing this matter forever, he never thought that in the future, with more and more abilities revealed by him, Emperor Shihuang would wake up sooner or later, so he immediately rejected Emperor Shihuang's kindness as quickly as possible.

"It's just the property of Chu, even if we add it from a bunch of small countries, it's not enough for my expenses in Daqin!"

Did the first emperor know that Zhao Wen changed all the projects in Daqin to the employment system, and the money needed for this alone is by no means a small amount. For money, I am afraid that Chudi would already be three feet high.

But as far as he knows, the people of Jiujiang County miss him, the [-]th prince, very much.

"Jin Yiwei found a way to make salt at the seaside, and he can have as much as he wants, not to mention exempting from a year's land tax, even if it will be exempted in the future, the minister can afford it!"

"Tell me carefully!"

Salt, cloth, and iron are extremely important strategic resources in this era, and they can be directly used as money. Hearing Zhao Wen say that a large amount of salt can be produced, he immediately asked anxiously.

"There is salt in the sea water, so the sea water is salty. Find a hot place, dig some salt fields by the sea, lead the sea water there, and the salt will come out after drying!"

"You really belong to the destiny!" Although he knew that it must not be as easy as Zhao Wen said, but the first emperor could also imagine that it would definitely not be difficult to go anywhere.

A large amount of salt is dried out from the sea. As my son said, even if he does not receive land tax, he can afford it. Compared with the hard work when he was emperor, I think that this son not only does not need to deal with the government, but also can do whatever he wants in the world. Buying people's hearts, even the first emperor's mind, couldn't help feeling jealous.

"Father, yesterday the imperial physician gave my son a solution, saying that it can cure you!"

As he spoke, Zhao Wen sent a book of basic internal energy to Emperor Shi Huang with both hands, and explained: "This is internal energy. My son, Jin Yiwei and Dongchang all practiced it. I didn't expect it at first, but yesterday the imperial physician said that father The qi and blood of the emperor are too weak now, and the cultivation of internal strength can strengthen the qi and blood, and it is very possible to heal your body, father, huang!"

"If this inner strength can really cure me, you really don't regret it?" The first emperor looked at Zhao Wen with a smile on his lips.

"You are my royal father, and I am willing to do anything for you!" Zhao Wen's voice was impassioned.

"Hey hey hey!"

The First Emperor sneered coldly, and then took the internal strength Zhao Wen sent over and sighed in a low voice: "Don't worry, since the throne has been passed on to you, it will always be yours, and I won't fight it with my son!"

There are too many things that happened to the throne in history, and Emperor Shi Huang didn't want such things to happen to his father and son, so naturally he had to make it clear to Zhao Wen in advance.

As for what Zhao Wen said that he was willing to do anything for himself, in the ears of the first emperor, it was completely nonsense. If he really had this intention, he would not have given himself this inner strength until today.

But thinking of Jin Yiwei and the Dongchang eunuch's figures like lightning, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, and even his own son has become infinitely powerful, this inner power mentality has been infinitely deified in the heart of the first emperor.

After leaving the palace, he got into his own carriage and returned to the Twenty Prince's Mansion.

No way, if Zhao Wen doesn't live outside, Emperor Shihuang must live outside.

The location of the new palace has been selected, and the Shaofu has already recruited people to start clearing the land. Naturally, Zhao Wen will not compete with the first emperor for such a Qin palace that has been in use for who knows how many years.

Touching the Chuanguo Yuxi in his arms, he has more important things to do now.

"Welcome Your Majesty back to the palace!"

As soon as he entered the door, a group of women were dressed in formal attire and bowed down at the same time in a very dignified manner, which made Zhao Wen feel unaccustomed for a moment. He didn't expect that his home would suddenly become strange after only one day.

"Okay, the new palace hasn't been built yet, everyone will live here in the future, so don't be so etiquette, you guys have changed so suddenly, even I find it awkward!"

He waved his hand to signal these women to step back, and strode into the hall.

In the middle of a large pile of off-white jade, the radiance of He's Bi is dazzling.

In Zhao Wen's arms, Daqin's heirloom jade seal flew out directly, and the two jade seals began to circle in front of Zhao Wen. First, a small piece of gold fell off, and then slowly began to fuse.

After a while, when Daqin's imperial jade seal was completely integrated with He's Bi, a new jade seal slowly fell into Zhao Wen's hands.

As soon as the jade seal fell, Zhao Wen felt his whole body tremble, his mind seemed to cover the entire territory of Daqin in an instant, he was in a trance, and then recovered again, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Zhao Wen's Lingjue swept across his body, the feeling just now was too clear, he never believed it was an illusion, and this is just an ordinary historical world, and He's Bi is also the prototype of the magic weapon refined by himself, which is completely controlled by himself. Cultivation, there is no reason for hallucinations.

"It's really not an illusion!" Zhao Wen sighed softly, but a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Three hundred and sixty-five threads of magic power are contained in the three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points.

Perhaps it was the influence of the world when the mana was first formed, which made Zhao Wen always have a violent or even destructive impulse deep in his heart, so it happened that dozens of zombies were thrown directly to Dongpu for massacres.

You must know that Zhao Wen got the inheritance of Maoshan Talisman Sect from the inheritance jade slips, including the corpse refining technique.

With the atmosphere of slaughter and ruin in the fate of the country for hundreds of years, if it weren't for the world where Uncle Jiu lived, it would have been the end of the law, and each of the dozens of zombies would be a rare treasure.

But he threw it out directly. Not only did he not use it to increase his strength, but he didn't even get any benefits. If there is a spirit in the world, if the zombies are released to wreak havoc like this, there will be karma from the world.

It is not Zhao Wen's style to suffer such a disadvantage.

These days, he has been dealing with government affairs, coupled with the impact of his whole body's energy and blood, these mana powers have already been rounded up a lot.

But it was only a momentary trance just now, and the mana in each acupuncture point has been rounded to the point where there is no trace of fireworks in Zhao Wen's spiritual sense.

(End of this chapter)