Daqin: You were asked to build the Great Wall and you destroyed the Huns?

Chapter 15 Can’t wake up!
The next day, Ying Xuan rushed to Shushan Pavilion early for dinner.

In the eyes of Ying Zheng, he had a full meal.

Even the eunuch who was serving beside him secretly sighed.

The other princes had to take time to say more than two words to His Majesty.

Only Mr. Yingxuan can have meals with His Majesty every day, and he still comes whenever he wants, which makes the eunuch feel partial.

Ying Xuan only thought that the other princes were unwilling to come because they were afraid of being lectured by Ying Zheng!

He doesn't care, anyway, he has a thick skin, so he can't lose a piece of meat if he just says it!

Ying Xuan didn't forget to ask for an extra portion when he was full, and brought it back to Yude Hall for Huanyin and the others to taste again.

But he didn't want to be called to attend by the first emperor again, so he could only transfer it to his servants to send it to him.

The weather is getting cooler, and today's court meeting is not much different from yesterday's content. The only thing that makes Ying Xuan remember is that there was a group of Huns who walked through the desert and detoured to Yunzhong County for some reason. They went deep into Yanmen County and immediately retreated after being discovered.

Ying Xuan calculated the time and found that it was still several years before the Xiongnu went south to cause trouble in history. Could it be possible that they are starting to step in now?

All the courtiers were puzzled, and Ying Zheng only sent an order to the northern garrison to monitor the Xiongnu's movements and be careful.

I wanted to ask Ying Xuan what he thought of this matter after the next court, but Ying Xuan ran away without a trace as soon as the court was over.

……

In the Fun Pavilion, Ying Xuan and Zhang Liang were arguing fiercely.

"The four treasures of the study should be paper, ink, pen, and inkstone!"

Zhang Liang snorted coldly.

"The inkstone is just a thing for pressing paper, how can it be called the Four Treasures."

"It should be a paper, ink and pen case! If you don't have a flat case, no matter how good your writing is, the handwriting will be crooked and ugly!"

Ying Xuan was short-tempered, although what he said was very reasonable, but the ink of later generations is gradually condensed, and inkstones are needed to grind it!

But Zhang Liang didn't listen to his excuse, but just said it casually.

"Then you take out an ink that needs grinding?"

Ying Xuan looked at the fluttering ink in his hand and felt aggrieved.

Ink evolved from carbon, but he really didn't know how to make it.

All the fellows watching the battle also stood by Zhang Liang's side.

"Zifang is right. The inkstone is obviously not as important as the case."

"If we sell according to the slogan you want, people will think we are uneducated!"

"That's right, according to the propaganda that Zifang said, the common people will agree! The most important thing is that the case is highly profitable!"

Even the loyal Zhang Han whispered.

"My lord! I think what Mr. Zifang said makes sense!"

In the end, the old steward made the decision after Ying Xuan was unable to explain.

"Okay! Starting from today, the latest set sold by Quge will be composed of four pen, ink, and paper cases!"

"It's called the Four Treasures of the Study! If you buy it individually, you can sell it at a higher price, and if you buy a set, you can sell it at a lower price, so you don't have to worry about sales!"

Ying Xuan stood powerlessly aside and could only watch them go astray.

Zhang Liang, who won, was not proud, and even poured a cup of tea for Ying Xuan.

"Young Master, there is no need to feel inferior. You are already very impressive if you can think of naming and selling it after the Four Treasures of the Study!"

"After all, not everyone can be as thoughtful as I am!"

Ying Xuan turned around in a daze, looking at Zhang Liang's feminine face, his face twitched unconsciously.

Wasn't Zhang Liang in history respectful and courteous?Why is this so familiar and still a narcissist?

Ying Xuan had no choice but to shake his head and casually shake the wooden pendant at his waist and walk towards the backyard.

Since you can't stop them from making mistakes, then don't stop them. Anyway, later generations will change them back. Let's go and see how the first batch of paper that is going to be sold is in good condition.

However, Zhang Liang, who had just taken two steps, suddenly changed color when he saw the wooden pendant in his hand, and suddenly grabbed Ying Xuan and asked seriously.

"Who gave this thing, my lord?"

Ying Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and informed Zhang Liang without hesitation.

But he didn't want Zhang Liang's face to become more serious after hearing this, he took the wooden pendant to his hand and looked at it carefully, then smelled it, his expression changed drastically and he frowned and looked at Ying Xuan.

"Is there any discomfort?"

Ying Xuan shook his head for no reason.

Zhang Liang breathed a sigh of relief before explaining.

"This thing is called Broken Soul Bridge! It is a kind of camphor wood deep in the Nanyue forest."

"The locals also like to call it the key, but it opens the door of death."

"This thing is no different from ordinary jewelry on weekdays, and the fragrance it emits can also refresh your mind and help you fall asleep."

"But as long as it touches a little water, its aroma will become highly poisonous, and the smell will spread very quickly, and the internal organs will fester and the seven orifices will bleed!"

"Someone in South Vietnam used it to kill thousands of people silently during the rainy season!"

"This kind of thing is extremely rare in South Vietnam, and it is rare to see it in a hundred years. Now it appears by your side by such a coincidence, there must be someone with evil intentions!"

Hearing Zhang Liang's explanation, Ying Xuan was shocked into a cold sweat.

It rained the day before yesterday, but I almost rushed into the rain with it.

If Zhang Han hadn't stopped him saying that the rain would soon stop, Ying Xuan might have died on the spot!
Beads of sweat slipped from the tip of Ying Xuan's nose unconsciously.

Only then did he suddenly remember why this smell was so familiar.

Because the bowl of poisonous soup that Fusu drank tasted like this.

Ying Xuan's arms trembled slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Who will it be?Is that the lieutenant?But he has no reason to hurt himself!And with so many people watching, he will definitely not be able to run away afterwards, he will be punished by the nine clans!
That is Zhao Gao?Zhao Gao calculated that the lieutenant would give this thing to me, so why did he give it to the lieutenant?

But the first emperor is not dead yet, at this time Zhao Gao is more obedient than a dog, not to mention rebelling and killing the eldest son.

Even if Ying Xuan spits on his face now, he won't jump around more.

Ying Xuan firmly denied this possibility.

Who is it? The person who wants to kill Fusu has not given up. He is still waiting in the dark like a poisonous tongue to deal a fatal blow to Ying Xuan.

Ying Xuan, who was already insecure, became even more flustered.

He scanned the surroundings vigilantly, sealed the wooden pendant with a box, and then pulled Zhang Liang away in a hurry.

Now he doesn't trust anyone except Zhang Han and Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang didn't say much, he knew that the top priority now was to find this person, this time he happened to be recognized by luck, who knows what kind of poison will appear next to people.

As soon as the three of them walked out of the Fun Pavilion, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, the clouds were dark and the wind was strong.

Before reaching the palace gate, the rain had already started to fall.

This made Ying Xuan say that he survived the catastrophe and escaped the catastrophe.

But there is always a faint uneasiness in my heart.

This anxiety made him even unwilling to wait in the rain at the city gate.

As soon as the palace gate opened, they plunged into the rain. Zhang Liang and Zhang Han ran after them without saying a word.

It wasn't until the three of them approached the Hall of Yude that the rain gradually subsided.

Ying Xuan rushed into the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief. Only this courtyard could relax his nervous mind.

Shaking his hair, Ying Xuan pushed open the door of the main hall.

He called Huanyin's name and wanted her to bring some clothes for the three of them to change into.

But yesterday's lively room was abnormally quiet today.

Ying Xuan's voice echoed throughout the hall, but no one responded.

Zhang Liang didn't feel it, but Zhang Han subconsciously drew his sword.

Ying Xuan also sensed that something was wrong. In the past, Wangcai would come to greet him as soon as the gate opened, but today he entered the hall and there was no sound at all.

He yelled Huan Yin again in a panic, only to hear "Bang!", the window on one side suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in.

Ying Xuan's heart was slowly raised, and he called the names of the other two maids in a panic, and even called Wang Cai a few times.

"Don't scare me! This isn't fun! Huanyin, come out quickly or I'm really going to be angry!"

No matter what kind of pranks they played in the past, as long as Ying Xuan said that they were going to get angry, they would not dare to mess around anymore, and they would obediently come out and let Ying Xuan deal with it.

But this time, no one paid any attention, and Ying Xuan rummaged through the hall like crazy until he walked into the side room.

Flashes of lightning illuminated the room.

Wangcai lay quietly on the ground, and the three maids lay beside the table. They seemed to be asleep.

There was only one dish on the case, which was boiled chicken in thick soup that Ying Xuan sent his servants to deliver in the morning.

Ying Xuan seemed unable to believe it. He tremblingly lifted Xiaoru's face up. The cold touch and the dark red blood at the corner of his mouth, illuminated by the thunder, pierced Ying Xuan like a thunderbolt.

Without saying a word, Ying Xuan turned and looked for Huoshi to light the oil lamp.

But today's air is particularly humid. Not only is it difficult to light, but also the eyes are constantly producing mist, which makes people unable to see clearly.

(End of this chapter)