"King, the old slave has checked. The names of the people on these books are all Keqing in Lu Xiangfu. Over the years, Lu Xiang has networked many guest secretaries in the Six Kingdoms, and they have all been kept in the mansion for emergency use. Qiandu approached King Zhuang Xiang, who was sitting on the desk to watch the bamboo slips, and whispered a report.

These days have accumulated a large number of bamboo slips, and King Zhuang Xiang is a diligent one. His condition improved slightly, and he was busy dealing with various affairs of Daqin.

"Oh!" King Zhuang Xiang had an abrupt slap in his heart! They are all Lü Buwei's guest secretaries, and I really didn't see that Lü Buwei actually raised so many guest secretaries.

"Does Lu Xiang have a lot of guests?" King Zhuang Xiang asked as if he didn't care.

"Lu Xiang really raised a lot of guests, known as 3,000 guests. However, according to the old slave's visit, there seem to be five or six thousand people. Xianyang City and the surrounding Zhuangzi are all full, and there seem to be some fiefdoms. Qiandu raised his head, glanced at King Zhuang Xiang, and then lowered his head.

King Zhuang Xiang's face did not change in the slightest, but a huge wave had already set off in his heart. Unexpectedly, in just two or three years, Lü Buwei's power actually expanded like this. If this world-class merchant is allowed to toss again, I am afraid that one day, the country of Great Qin will be managed by him.

There is a tiger at the front door, and a wolf at the back door! Although King Zhuang Xiang sat behind the desk, none of the words on the bamboo slips could be read clearly. The words that twist and turn in the twists and turns are like swimming fish constantly rising and falling on the bamboo slips. King Zhuang Xiang felt dizzy again, as if a boulder had been pressed on his chest, and he was a little out of breath.

"Qiandu, this Chengming Hall is a little depressed. Help the lonely out for a walk! King Zhuang Xiang pressed his forehead, and the high roof seemed to be pressed down. There was a churning in the stomach, and that kind of nausea was not nausea. Saying that chest tightness is not the feeling of chest tightness makes people feel like crazy.

"No! Little heard. The plum blossoms in the Imperial Garden are blooming. The red one is very festive, and it just snowed a few days ago. The plum blossom scenery after the snow is the best, and the king can go to the Imperial Garden to see. "Qiandu has evolved into a roundworm in King Zhuangxiang's stomach, and he knows what he pulls as soon as this king adjusts his belly. Seeing that King Zhuang Xiang seemed to be very upset, he knew that it was because of Lü Buwei's excessive power.

He can't interject in such a thing, and he doesn't dare to interject. Military affairs are not something that can be intervened by an internal servant like him, and whoever intervenes will die ugly.

"Alright! It's good to go to the Imperial Garden to see, speaking of which, it has been a long time since I left this Chengming Palace. Walk. Let's go to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the plum. The chamberlain helped King Zhuang Xiang to stand up, and naturally there was a small chamberlain next to him who took the fox fur. Qiandu took it and personally put it on King Zhuangxiang.

Out of the Chengming Palace, the cold air suddenly made King Zhuang Xiang much more comfortable. The breath inhaled into the stomach seemed to be cold from the chest and lungs to the stomach with ice ballast. His mind was also much clearer in an instant, and King Zhuang Xiang walked out of the hall, and a large group of attendants knelt on the ground.

A group of people rushed to the royal garden, and the plum after the snow was indeed very beautiful. Far away, I saw patches of purple and red. Plum is the most individual flower, it is never pretentious. willfully blooms life in the cold winter, unruly. Unyielding, white and red petals, fragrant and elegant dark fragrance, charming and refined.

King Zhuang Xiang seemed to be in a good mood and gently plucked the branches. A few pieces of snow fell, and the cold on the face was very refreshing.

"This Lamei is like my old Qin people, indomitable and proud in the snow. Back then, my winning ancestors relied on this stubbornness to win a large territory in the hands of the Inurong people. Eventually, take a foothold in the middle of this level. Daqin has been in the past few hundred years, and it is not easy! King Zhuang Xiang was suddenly touched and said to himself.

"The old slave's hometown also has this plum, and this flower is indeed as the king said, extremely stubborn. Other flowers bloom, but it doesn't. When the other flowers were defeated, thanks, this plum blossomed brilliantly and dazzlingly. The old people in the old slave's hometown all said that this plum blossom is the most blooming flower. ”

"Hey......! There is an old family like a treasure! The old peasants in the countryside have all these insights after living for a long time. "Lonely ......" King Zhuang Xiang was about to sigh again, when he suddenly heard the sound of a wooden sword crashing.

Walking over to the sound, it was two children fighting each other with wooden swords. There was a group of attendants around, some applauding and some encouraging, and naturally some anxiously shouting not to get hurt.

King Zhuang Xiang stood on a high place and watched, it was his son Cheng Zhen and Wang Qian's son Wang Ben who were holding wooden swords to fight each other. The prince next to him was holding a wooden sword and watching, and he couldn't see the expression on his face without joy or disgust.

Although this Wang Ben is a few months older than Cheng Zhen, his figure is not as tall as Cheng Zhen. But it seems to be much stronger than Chengji, and the strength is far greater than Chengji. On several occasions, the wooden sword was knocked into the air. But it seems that because of Cheng Zhen's identity, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Cheng Zhen's little face turned red, and he was already out of breath from exhaustion. The wooden sword in his hand no longer had the strength of the tiger and tiger before, and it smashed on Wang Ben's wooden sword, and there was no pressure at all, and even the "pop" sound just now seemed to be much smaller.

"I'm the prince of Daqin, if I want to beat you, you have to stand there and let me fight." Cheng Zhen, who really didn't have the strength, had no choice but to withdraw from the battle, and the wooden sword in his hand landed on the ground. With a loud voice, he shouted at Wang Ben.

"Then if you kill me, I will also stand and be killed by you?" In the end, it is a child, Wang Ben at this time is not interested in this young man. He is Yingzheng's companion, and he owes no fear to Cheng Zheng. If it weren't for his father's repeated instructions, a wooden sword would have been broken into a leg.

"Humph! I am the prince of Great Qin, even if I kill you, you have to stand and let me kill. "Cheng Zhen is young, but his temper is not small. A little finger pointed at Wang Ben's nose, if it weren't for Wang Ben's bravery, it seemed that he wanted to rush up and beat Wang Ben immediately.

"Cheng Zhen, you are also the son of Great Qin. Why is there no half of the Wang family's blood and bravery, winning is winning, and losing is losing. Your strength is not as strong as Wang Ben, and you will come back from practice. Such a mother-in-law and mother are not as good as a mother-in-law. "Yiqu Jun's grandson is helping on the side, and these princes are all after the nobles. These nobles all thought about sending their sons and daughters to the palace to study with the prince. In the future, it is good to remember the friendship of children and help each other.

"You ...... You bully. I'm going to tell Mother to make you all unlucky! Cheng Zhen threw the wooden sword in his hand to the ground and stomped away. I wiped my tears as I walked. provoked a kind of child to laugh non-stop.

The teenagers who suddenly laughed shut up. Because they saw Cheng Zhen's father, King Zhuang Xiang. King Zhuang Xiang's face was not good. Being frozen by the cold makes it even more pale.

Cheng Zhen, who was walking with his head down, cried and cried, wiping his tears while walking, and almost bumped into King Zhuang Xiang.

"Father...... They bullied the king's sons and begged their father to kill them all. When I saw King Zhuang Xiang, Cheng Zhen seemed to see the backbone of the main heart all of a sudden, and he was sobbing quietly just now. As soon as he saw his father, he immediately began to cry.

"Get up!" King Zhuang Xiang's voice was so cold that it seemed to be with ice ballast, and the cold wind that was still warm in winter did not seem to be as cold as this sound.

"Father......!" Cheng Zhen is a little puzzled, all the time. He felt that his father loved him. He had never seen his father speak to him like this, and he hadn't reacted for a while at a young age.

"Great Qin and Great Qin have strict laws, and I am a descendant of the Ying clan. Their exploits have always been fought with real swords and guns, and no one can be above others by virtue of their blood. To win the opponent, you rely on your strong body, quick movements, and full of wit. Instead of complaining by crying nose, stand up. Pick up the wooden sword in your hand and practice hard, just want to see that one day you can become a great swordsman. The last few words of King Zhuang Xiang were almost roaring. Frightened, Cheng Cheng sat on his knees all of a sudden, forgetting to cry.

"Father, it's Yingzheng who didn't teach his younger brother well, and asked his father to punish him." Jing Er seemed to be very angry when he saw King Zhuang Xiang. Hurriedly came over to consol him. He didn't have a good impression of Cheng Zhen at all, but he was afraid that King Zhuang Xiang would recover from a serious illness. I'm angry again.

"Humph......! It's none of your business, without your instructions, Wang Ben would have hurt him a long time ago. Since ancient times, a loving mother has been defeated, and he was defeated by his mother who loved him. King Zhuang Xiang said viciously. For Han Ji, he was really disappointed.

How could King Zhuangxiang not see the unprecedented success of Korea in exchanging fifteen cities for the envoys. The following transactions, the pig's brain can figure it out. Cheng Cheng became the king of Great Qin on another day, and the fifteen cities will inevitably be returned to Korea, and maybe the king of Han will ask for some interest to go back. In this harem of Great Qin, there are many women from the Six Kingdoms. Every woman bears the mission of this mother country.

Maybe...... Maybe only Zhao Ji is not on a mission. But she is also inextricably linked with Lü Buwei, and when she thinks of Lü Buwei and King Zhuangxiang, she begins to have a headache again. The mood that had just gotten better seemed to have gotten a little worse.

"Zheng'er, come here!" King Zhuang Xiang beckoned to Yingzheng. He was not unaware of the rumors inside and outside the palace, and as his eyes and ears, Qiandu would definitely report to King Zhuangxiang. Counting the days, it seems that Yingzheng is not the son of Lü Buwei.

Holding Jing Er's shoulder with one hand, his eyes fixed on Jing Er's face. It seems that no matter how you look at it, this kid doesn't look much like Lu Buwei. Of course, it's not too much like yourself. Except, that pair of eyes.

Jing Er's eyes are very heroic, and he feels like a tough guy. The arch of the eyebrows is spit out, and the eyebrows are thick. His eyes are small, but they are very inspiring. King Zhuang Xiang felt that these eyes were very similar to himself. This seems to prove that Jing Er is undoubtedly his own son.

Because when I was a child, I heard my mother, Empress Dowager Xia, say that a son with a single eyelid is definitely a single eyelid. And Lu Buwei is precisely a double eyelid. According to this, Lü Buwei does not seem to have any blood relationship with Jing Er.

"Zheng'er, take your younger brothers to practice swordsmanship. The future of Daqin depends on you! Patting Jing Er's shoulder, King Zhuang Xiang seemed to be much more determined all of a sudden. Without waiting for Jing Er to answer, he turned around and returned to Chengming Hall without looking back.

He wants to leave his son with an iron country, and everything that stands in the way of this goal must be removed. Whether it's the Empress Dowager Huayang, or Lu Buwei! No one can stop his footsteps, and one day he will achieve an immortal foundation, worthy of his ancestors and ancestors, and worthy of his descendants and generations.

Jing Er felt the strength of King Zhuang Xiang's pat on the shoulder, and a kind of trust between men made Jing Er feel much more at ease. The firm eyes were full of expectation, and a feeling that had never been felt before was tactful in my heart, as if I had realized something but couldn't think of anything for a while.

On a snowy day, there's nothing more enjoyable than sitting around and eating hot pot.

The cook cut thin slices of mutton, and a copper hot pot was placed in the middle of the table. This winter is evil, and the sky seems to have leaked a hole. The wind blows endlessly, and the snow falls endlessly. It was easy to clear for three or two days, and the snow on the ground had just been shoveled. Fuck it down again, fortunately, this year's grain harvest is abundant, plus the grain that Yun Yue exchanged for glass. Pingliang City is still rich in grain, because it is rent-free. The farmers have a stockpile of grain in their stacks, and it seems that they will be rich until next summer.

Pingliang City is good at this point, the land is vast and sparsely populated. Each family has been divided into dozens of acres of land, and no matter what, they don't have to worry about food.

The hot pot is boiling, do not have the bottom of the pot. Let's come to the clear soup hot pot, mixed with red oil with sesame paste. I also got some leek sauce from the stuffed paste, and the thin slices of mutton were cooked after water. Put it in the mixed sauce and dip it in the mouth, it is simply delicious.

"Oops, hey......! This frozen tofu can't be eaten, it sucks the fat from the hot pot. If you eat this thing, you can easily get gout. Gout......! Yun Yue felt that there was no way to discuss gout with these guys, except for Bian Que, of course.

The group of savages under his command have only recently learned to wear shoes. In the Warring States period, this hat, shoes and socks were simply torturous. Yun Yue had never worn this dress, and she didn't know where so many straps came from. Obviously, a pair of socks is enough, but I want to get some fat foot clothes.

I made a wrinkle in my shoes and forced my feet into a bubble. Just think about that sparkling blister, it's fucking tormenting.

The shoes are also fucking violated, as big as a boat. It is also pointed, and the left and right feet weigh at least five pounds each. Yun Yue wore them a few times, and always felt that she wore these shoes for exercise. That's it, grandma also said that the mille-feuille bottom is good.

Yun Yue's brain made up for it, shoes with mille-feuille soles. Could it be the prototype of stilts?

There was no way, so I personally instructed Rui'er and Xia Ju to make a pair of shoes for themselves. Cowhide bottom, very comfortable. I made a few pairs for the old man Yu, Wei Fang, and Master Geng. Bian Que came to the Yun family angrily, and within two days he also had a pair.

The Yun family's shoes soon became popular in Pingliang, and now no one wears those boat-like shoes. One by one, they walked in the snow in their boots, more than a star and a half faster than the bastards who had just arrived in Guanzhong.

A smog that gripped northern China ruthlessly invaded the Dragon King's hometown, and overnight the Qingming world was reduced to a ghost of chatter. The dragon king, who already had a cough, breathed in the air with PM2.5 exceeding the standard, and his throat was red and swollen as if swallowing carbon. I don't know the taste of food, and I can't sleep at night!

Today I started to have a fever and runny nose, and the sudden cold slowed down the old dragon's renewal. It turns out that in the face of the powerful haze, the old dragon is just a scum-like existence. The recent update may be a little less, forgive me. I wish you all a happy New Year's Day in advance!

Sneezing ...... (To be continued.) )