Great Qin Emperor Teacher: I teach Ying Zheng to become an emperor through the ages!

Chapter 21 A Beautiful Woman's Appeal
bother you for something.

A Mrs. Qin would not come to a common man's mansion for no reason, even if this person had saved his life.

Qin Chuan hesitated to speak!

Because what Zhao Ji said was particularly easy to be misunderstood, Qin Chuan didn't know where Zhao Ji needed help.

"Why did Madam say this?"

Qin Chuan didn't dare to look at the woman in front of him at all.

In Zhao Ji's eyes, there seemed to be stars and oceans, which were extraordinarily bright and moving, and it was easy for people to fall into it and find it hard to extricate themselves.

After sobbing a few times, Zhao Ji's eyes dimmed with tears.

She choked up and said:

"Sir, do you know what kind of life I lived in Zhangtai Palace? I thought it would be a relief to leave Handan, but I never thought that life would be worse than death."

Qin Chuan didn't answer, but his eyes were dark.

In fact, he had expected this kind of situation a long time ago. If Mrs. Huayang didn't make him feel better, how could it make Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji feel better? !
But the reason why Yingzheng doesn't feel it now is because of King Zhaoxiang's protection!
Qin Chuan didn't hide anything, and said straight to the point:

"Your Majesty has already anticipated the situation of Madam."

"Then sir, do you have a solution?"

Zhao Ji didn't want to continue living like this.

He is the wife of the state of Qin, and the son of Yiren is also the son of An Guojun, why should he suffer such humiliation?
Mrs. Huayang came here every day with cold eyebrows, and brought Han Ni to show off her might.

Zhao Ji can't bear it!
Qin Chuan calmed down for a moment, then analyzed:

"Now that the king is getting older, it is normal for the court to be slightly turbulent."

"And Mrs. Huayang is about to gain power, and she wants to control the court of Qin State with one hand, so it is only natural for Mrs. Hua to suffer some hardships."

"If madam wants to be free, there is only one way!"

Zhao Ji couldn't wait to ask:
"any solution?"

Qin Chuan said:

"Young Master Yiren became the King of Qin."

Zhao Ji: "."

Ying Yiren loved Zhao Ji very much. After Ying Yiren came to power, the situation might ease a little, but when?
Even if the king has a funeral, there is still An Guojun!

Zhao Ji was afraid that such days would never end.

But everything is under Qin Chuan's control.

Because he knew the history, after the death of King Zhaoxiang, Lord An came to the throne, but he died suddenly after only three days in the throne.

For now, although Mrs. Huayang humiliated Zhao Ji, she didn't dare to make any other major moves.

And Mrs. Huayang never imagined that her husband would give up Daqin's throne after only three days in power.

The days of An Guojun's reign are like shooting stars, bright and short!
Qin Chuan still had an indifferent expression, with the demeanor of a general, as if nothing could shake his mind.

"Does Madam trust me?"

Zhao Ji frowned fiercely, and hurriedly said with certainty:

"Of course I do. If I don't trust you, how can I tell you these things?"

Qin Chuan nodded.

"Then Madam, don't complain, just tolerate it for the time being, Qin can assure Madam that this period of time will pass soon, and Madam will turn her back on the client."

Although I don't know why Qin Chuan said such a thing.

However, Zhao Ji saw extreme self-confidence in Qin Chuan's gaze.

"Sir, I don't understand!"

Of course Zhao Ji didn't understand, because she didn't know the direction of history. If she also knew that Mr. An was only in power for three days, she wouldn't have such doubts.

"Madam doesn't need to understand now. The more you know, the more dangerous you will be."

"I have learned the art of divination, and I have divination divinations for my wife and son, all of them are superior."

"After Madam returns to the palace, no matter how Madam Huayang humiliates and slanders her, she only needs to treat each other with courtesy and a smile."

"Once the Yiren son takes the throne of Qin, he will no longer have to be affectionate."

Zhao Ji began to get excited.

"But how much longer do I have to endure?"

Qin Chuan pinched his fingers and calculated, King Zhaoxiang's funeral will be this year, and his life is approaching, time is running out.

"As long as three months, as little as one month, Madam can escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

Zhao Ji sighed, very satisfied.

She completely believed what Qin Chuan said.

It was as if at the critical moment, Qin Chuan fired several arrows and rescued their mother and son from Zhao Jun's iron hoof.

After estimating the time, Zhao Ji was ready to return to the palace.

It took too long to come out, and he was in the same room with Qin Chuan, a lonely man and a widow. If it spread out, it would cause gossip.

"Sir, then Zhao Ji will take her leave."

Zhao Ji got up slowly, gracefully, Ying Zheng was already waiting outside the door.

When the two of them left the room, Qin Chuan said with a smile:

"Zheng'er, let your mother go back first, you stay here, I have something for my teacher, I want to tell you."

Ying Zheng wanted to stay.

But he turned his head and glanced at Zhao Ji, until Zhao Ji nodded silently, Ying Zheng replied unhurriedly:

"Yes, Master!"

When Zhao Ji walked away, Ying Zheng began to ask:

"Master, what's the matter with you that you can't say it in front of my mother, but want to talk to Zheng'er alone?"

"Zheng'er, let me show you something as a teacher!"

While building the workshop, Qin Chuan has already passed on the papermaking technology to Ma Sheng and others, and is also exploring papermaking.

Presumably by now, finished paper has been manufactured.

The planning of the workshop is step by step, some places have been built, and some places are in the process of construction.

In an inconspicuous corner, there were several flat and smooth wooden boards, and on the wooden boards, there were several rectangular light yellow things.

Ying Zheng had never seen this thing before, and couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

"Master, what is this?"

Ying Zhengjue's thing is not simple, and he faintly feels that it will have a profound and huge impact on the future of the world.

Qin Chuan picked up one of the papers. The paper had been dried, but due to the rough workmanship, the color was not fully controlled and turned slightly yellow.

A well-crafted paper should be as white as snow and as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Zheng'er, this is paper."

"Paper?!"

Qin Chuan said patiently:
"Yes, it will replace bamboo slips and cotton silk as a new carrier of writing, and it will be the general trend of handing down poems and books in the future."

Shocked!

Ying Zheng took one directly from Qin Chuan's hand. It felt a little soft to the touch, and held it in his hand without the slightest weight.

He is also a reader.

Scholars from all over the world now use bamboo slips for reading.

In the Jixia Academy in Qi State, bamboo slips are piled up like a mountain, and the works of famous scholars and scholars are often pulled by ox carts.

In other words, the bamboo slips are too bulky, and the text information that can be carried is limited, and it is very inconvenient to carry.

Ying Zheng understood Qin Chuan's meaning, that is, in the near future, there will be no bamboo slips in the world, and only paper will be used for writing.

"Master, can this object be used for writing?"

"Of course, not only that, it is easier to write on paper than on bamboo slips, and the written characters are more meaningful and beautiful!"

Before he finished speaking, a servant of the Qin family had already brought a brush and ink, and Qin Chuan's pen was like a snake, and two words immediately appeared on the paper.

Ying Zheng's jaw almost dropped.
(End of this chapter)