Daqin: I was heard by Zulong at the beginning

Chapter 198
The housekeeper hesitated to speak.

He has always wanted to say to Zhao Gao, "If you don't work, you won't die".

In all fairness, Zhao Gao, a eunuch with a low status, can achieve this position, which is already good.

He made several serious mistakes, some of which were even sentenced to be beheading.

But in the end they were all pardoned by Ying Zheng.

He is now an indispensable celebrity in front of Ying Zheng, what is there to be dissatisfied about?

He insisted on aspiring for the highest position, knowing that he couldn't reach it, so he simply pulled a prince to stand in front of him.

Ying Zheng was very kind to him, but Ying Zheng was not a fool.

Can't he succeed to the throne dignifiedly?
Must he be allowed to trample on the prince of the Ying family and the royal family of Daqin?
Although it is not sure whether Ying Zheng really knew what Zhao Gao did, but in this matter, Ying Zheng is not wrong.

Just pulling out a piece of the past is enough to punish him for a while.

What's more, this time it was just an accident that I can't tell if it was an accident or not.

So the butler was standing beside Zhao Gao, but his heart was already on Ying Zheng's side.

Zhao Gao cursed Ying Zheng for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Have you found out who betrayed me?"

The butler came to his senses and said, "No."

Zhao Gao thought he would explain something, and waited for a long time with his head bowed, but the housekeeper didn't speak any more.

Zhao Gao had no choice but to conclude by himself: "It's really cunning!"

"The other party is very cautious, there may be more than one, we must catch them!"

"It's really not possible, all the guards--"

Zhao Gao didn't finish his sentence, but just looked at the butler fiercely, "You understand."

The housekeeper felt sad, but he could only say: "Here."

Can he not be sad?After this incident, Mr. Zhao suffered from mental problems.

Obviously he lives in the deepest part of the house, away from the hustle and bustle of people and horses.

But he always said that someone was scolding him and mocking him.

The first batch of servants in the house, suspicious and not suspicious, were all killed.

Now there is a new attendant, who is actually the assassin of Mr. Zhao Anbu.

They were all selected from every corner of the Great Qin territory, far away from Xianyang City.

I don't even know what happened in Xianyang City.

But Mr. Zhao still said that someone scolded him, and he wanted to find that person.

Where did he say it?He talked about the bottom of the wall for a while, under the window for a while, and the roof for a while.

The attendants in the whole house were complaining endlessly because of his torment.

If it's just like this, it's fine, the key is that Mr. Zhao will continue to kill people.

And these killers who pretended to be servants were the ones who might be killed in the next wave.

The killers are very depressed. Didn't it mean that the life safety of the servants is much higher than that of their killers?

Why does it look like they are not as good as killers now?

Is it that they don't deserve the high security life of servants?
They look for the housekeeper every day, bribe or threaten, hoping that they can take over the task first and stay away from Zhao Gao.

The housekeeper wanted to scold his mother, and begged Ying Zheng to take Zhao Gao in quickly after scolding his mother.

Just put him in jail and give him his life.

In short, don't let him do it to death.

The housekeeper exited Zhao Gao's room and was looked at with blazing eyes by a group of killers.

The butler sighed inwardly.

Every life in Zhao's house is hanging by a thread, it's in danger.

Because Zhao Gao's focus is on finding out the traitors in the house, so he has less dealings with hidden stakes.

Yingzheng's people couldn't find anything more for a while. They only found out a few ministers who had close contact with them, and they were also under surveillance.

What Yingzheng is happiest recently is the paper mill, where five or 60 people work together and can produce nearly a thousand sheets of paper every day.

Ying Zheng had someone experiment with the paper, and he was satisfied that a piece of paper had a lifespan of at least three years.

Three years is enough.And the test is not accurate, only the minimum service life can be seen.

Ying Zheng was delighted that he could finally get someone to transcribe the contents of the bamboo slips.

That's right, although he is an ancient person and the king of a country, he does not have the consciousness of an ancient person at all.

He doesn't like bamboo slips, and he doesn't care much about them.

He is a majestic, free and easy king, writing on the bamboo slips made him aggrieved!
Reading the words on the bamboo slips made him trouble his eyes!
This is not enough to show his imperial demeanor!
It's not even enough to cultivate his more mighty glory!
But the paper is different. He can splatter and splash ink at will, and switch between large and small characters at will.

A piece of paper can be written and drawn.

How can this be done with a bamboo slip?

Of course, silk can also do it, but silk is expensive and rare after all.

He is an emperor, so naturally he can't be too extravagant.

With the hint of thrift, how can he really be free and easy?

It can be said that silk not only can't let him show the emperor's demeanor, but also hinders his emperor's hind legs!
The more Ying Zheng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, so he simply took out a piece of paper and started to sway it again.

The attendants whispered at the side, "It's started again."

"Isn't it? I wrote more than 1000 words today."

"That's right, it's still on a piece of paper. Is Your Majesty competing with paper?"

"So Your Majesty likes paper or doesn't like paper?"

Since the paper factory shipped the goods, Ying Zheng has been able to get a bundle of paper every day.

At first, only Yingzheng's study had them.

Later, there were also Yingzheng's sleeping halls and various side rooms.

In the end, Ying Zheng wrote more and more, and it was no longer enough to just read it to himself.

Just send it everywhere, write a song "Guan Guan Jujiu" today and send it to the harem, and tomorrow write a song "Same Robe with the Son" and send it to the former minister.

So much so that the entire imperial palace and the nobles of the entire Xianyang City knew something called paper.

They hold palm-sized pieces of paper every day and look at the poems on them with emotion.

That's right, it's only the size of a palm.

The paper Yingzheng got was as big as 20 or more palms, but the paper given to him can be a large paper.

If you give it to others, you only deserve to have a small size.

So that for a long time, the paper in the eyes of everyone is so small.

When they saw the real big paper, they were all stunned.

This thing, also called paper?Can also write?

Everyone: I understand the truth, I just want to know, why is this paper so big?

After Ying Zheng expressed his desire to write, he began to ponder.

It's time to find someone to transcribe all the books on the bamboo slips onto paper.

He himself also reads books on paper, which is so convenient and light, and he can read them by hand.

Two or three bamboo slips can be written on half a sheet of paper, using particularly large characters.

It's so friendly to the elderly!
Of course, this old man is besides him.

"Come on."

The attendants quickly stopped their gossip, stepped forward and said, "Here."

Ying Zheng looked at what he had just written with a smile on his lips.

Well, satisfied!very satisfied!

"Hang this one up in my bedroom, and I want to watch it go to bed."

The servant became depressed when he heard that.

He even automatically added the sentence "I want to watch it go to sleep" after hearing the words "my bedroom".

(End of this chapter)