Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 26
After returning to the palace, after eating and drinking, Ying Zige walked slowly into the study as usual.

Usually at this time, this is the most painful time for him.

I don't know why the hundred schools of thought in the Warring States Period had such great spirit and wrote so many books.

This small study room is almost full of books.

Although there are attendants taking care of it every day, there is still a musty smell in it, coupled with the unpleasant smell of ink, it gives Ying Zige a headache.

What's even more damning is that the works of these various schools of thought are all jerky and difficult to understand.

Although there are many precious truths in it, it is really a great challenge for readers to write it in the languages ​​of various countries.

Yingzheng was very strict with his children and asked them to read these works thoroughly. That is to say, all the princes, including Ying Zige, must be proficient in the languages ​​of the seven countries.

For Ying Zige, this was the greatest pain in the world.

Every time he entered this study, he would support his forehead with his palms, frown slightly, and his eyes were shining.

Once, when Ying Zheng saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but nodded slightly, his face full of relief.

The thirteen sons who are the most incompetent of his own are so hardworking and devoted, it is extremely gratifying.

However, what he didn't know was that Ying Zige held his forehead with his hands, and he was really not thinking hard...

It's a real headache!

……

At this moment, Ying Zige was uncharacteristically sitting in the study and slowly opening a bamboo slip.

There was no longer the painful look in the eyes, but at this moment, it looked like he was quite interested.

Outside the window, a little eunuch had already had a panoramic view of this scene, then turned around silently, muttering softly in his mouth.

"At ten o'clock in the evening... the thirteenth son entered school, with a smile on his face, as if he had sunk into it."

An hour later, Ying Zige breathed out lightly, put away the bamboo slips, then walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

At the same time, he muttered something, as if he was recalling the contents of the bamboo slips.

Then he had already seen the scene in front of him, and he seemed to have gotten used to it, and continued to mutter in his mouth.

"...After reading, I don't forget to sort out the books I have learned in my mind. It seems to be very immersed in it..."

He kept chanting about what he had recorded, which was no different from reciting.

Obviously, every word he recorded in his heart was extremely important, and he dared not omit anything.

A moment later, Ying Zige walked out of the study, and the moment he walked past the eunuch, a smirk appeared on his face.

As Yingzheng's thirteenth son, he was originally extremely noble. In the eyes of outsiders, he was simply the proud son of heaven, which made people enviable.

But only he himself knew that the so-called thirteen sons simply couldn't help themselves.

The reason is because there are many eyeliners around.

Hu Hai's eyeliner, Young Master Fusu's eyeliner, Li Si's eyeliner, Zhao Gao's eyeliner, and some miscellaneous, unknown civil and military officials seemed to want to join in the fun.

Not long after Ying Zige traveled through time, he realized that there was a lot of eyeliner around him.

It was messy!

What kind of noble man is this?
It's almost like being in a cage.

What's even more exasperating is that they clearly know that these people exist, but they can't say so, because...

Among them was Ying Zheng's eyeliner.

Even my own father doesn't trust me, and puts eyeliner beside me, who do you ask to justify this?

As time flies, Ying Zige has already gotten used to all this.

If you love to monitor, just monitor.

In the end, except for the little beggar sword slave and a few seemingly inconspicuous attendants, the palace is almost full of eyeliners.

Fortunately, Ying Zige has long been used to it, so he doesn't take everything seriously at the moment.

You can watch as much as you like.

Entering the study today is just a daily performance, in order to let the little eunuch see it, and then convey this scene to Zhao Gao.

Following Ying Zige's figure disappeared.

The little eunuch had a sly look on his face, he glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and then entered the study at a very fast speed.

The one who is familiar with the road is to pick up the bamboo slips that Ying Zige was looking at just now, and stuff them into the wide sleeves.

Then, taking small steps, he left the palace quickly.

But he didn't know that the moment he left the study, Ying Zige, who had a smirk on his face, had already walked around the corner.

A pair of eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Hehe..." He chuckled lightly, touched his chin with his hand, and immediately felt good.

……

A spacious courtyard looks very simple, exuding a quaint atmosphere.

The owner of this courtyard seems to be poor and self-denying. Just looking at the courtyard makes one subconsciously think that this owner must be a man of incomparable integrity.

At this moment, outside the gate, the little eunuch walked in quickly.

The doormen in the courtyard seemed to have gotten used to it, instead of blocking them, they hurriedly gave way to a passage.

One of them, walking like flying, went directly into the study to report.

After a while, the man walked out quickly and nodded solemnly at the little eunuch.

The little eunuch smiled slightly, still taking small steps, and quickly disappeared into the study.

In the study, Zhao Gao put down the bamboo slips in his hands, and slowly raised his head.

Different from the obedience in Xianyang Palace, at this moment, his eyes are full of sharpness.

Domineering, has nothing to hide.

(End of this chapter)