Live broadcast of the heavens: The beginning was peeped by Daqin Zulong

Chapter 42 Fang Xiaole: Fuck!Brother Zheng, why don't you play your cards according to the routine!
After all, he never cared about this piece of paper before!
Because he has been paying attention to his elixir before...

"This paper can really write a hundred words?"

As Ying Zheng said, he stretched out his palm and pressed it on the paper.

It seems to be compared to the size of the paper.

"In that case, let's try to write it!"

Ying Zheng, who knew the paper making process, naturally didn't value the few sheets in his hand.

So he handed it to Zhao Bing who was beside him, "Copy Qin Lv on this paper...write it smaller!"

"Here!"

At the same time, Fusu also distributed the paper in his hand to Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi and other nobles to watch and inspect.

They all looked curiously at the yellow paper in their hands.

At the same time, I am more curious about why this can write fonts.

Won't the ink soak it?

This is not a question of one person, but a question of most people.

Zhao Bing had already copied the Qin law while the civil and military officials read the paper.

The paper was densely covered with fonts.

Ying Zheng glanced at it, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Show it to all my lovers."

Ying Zheng has subconsciously chosen to believe what Fang Xiaole presented.

So it was just an old look, and it was shown to all civil and military officials.

"This... can really write a hundred words!"

"Also, the paper is only slightly soaked with ink, just let it dry!"

An old man in Confucian attire spoke excitedly.

Most of these people are great Confucian scholars invited by Ying Zheng from Qi.

Ying Zheng appreciates their talents, but for people, then...

It can be said that it is disgusting!

When Ying Zheng was enshrined in Zen at Mount Tai, those Confucian people often gave him troubles!

"If there are a lot of papers, replacing the bamboo slips..."

Some people think about it.

"Your Majesty, may I ask how much this paper cost?"

Someone asked impatiently.

"I have to ask my Mr. Fusu!"

Seeing the shock and amazement of all civil and military officials, Ying Zheng was very proud.

Proud of my son Fusu!

In name, it is still paper made by Fusu.

Regardless of whether it is announced that the real inventor is Fang Xiaole, it cannot replace Fusu's contribution.

Perhaps this is preconceived.

"It's far from bamboo slips!"

Fusu said with his head held high.

"This……"

The Confucian who asked was stunned, then turned around and shouted at Ying Zheng, "Your Majesty, this...paper is the wealth of scholars in the world!"

"My lord! I implore Your Majesty to order to make this paper as soon as possible!"

Today's Confucianism is not as dead and shameless as later generations. Today's Confucianism still inherits many excellent qualities of the most holy teacher Confucius.

For example, caring for students and imparting knowledge!
Good teacher!

It is the Confucianism of this era that we are talking about.

The era of a hundred schools of thought contending and a hundred flowers blooming has not yet come to an end, and each theory is trying its best to win people to believe in its own theory.

If paper can be produced on a large scale, Confucianism will be the first to benefit!

"Can!"

Ying Zheng nodded, agreeing.

So, next, many ministers naturally boasted about this paper.

The last Fang Xiaole I watched was extremely boring.

At some point, Fang Xiaole's attention was drawn back by the sudden sound.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Fusu offered the method of making paper, which will benefit the present and benefit the future!"

"It has to be rewarded!"

Fang Xiaole saw that the person who said this was the middle-aged man in the front row with her.

The middle-aged man who spoke should be Prime Minister Li Si!

"Eh? This man's voice..."

Fang Xiaole was taken aback.

Why does it feel like this person's voice is so familiar?

Fang Xiaole picked out his ears.

"Could it be possible that you suddenly traveled to the Qin Dynasty and were not acclimatized? This caused hearing problems?"

Fang Xiaole remembers to check after returning.

"reward……"

Ying Zheng's tone remained flat.

He suddenly motioned to Zhao Bing who was at the side, and Zhao Bing quickly picked up a piece of cloth from the table in front of Ying Zheng.

And it was a very formal edict.

"Order of the First Emperor: Now Mr. Fusu is the first heir of the Zhao clan and belongs to the will of God. I hereby strictly abide by the initial edict, carry out the ceremony, and obey the public opinion. I sincerely inform heaven and earth, the ancestral temple, and the country to confer a book treasure and establish him as the prince. With a thousand-year tradition and a heart that spreads across the world.

The prince is hereby ordered to hold the seal and ascend to Xianyang Palace, to divide the affairs of the common people, and to ask the army to hear the government, so that the prince can know it.

Announce the world, let the salty hear it!
The 32nd year of the First Emperor, Xia! "

After the edict was read, the entire Xianyang Palace could hear the silent dropping of needles!
As for Fang Xiaole at the end, after listening to it, savor it carefully:
"Fuck!"

That's right, he just said "Fuck!"
In the silent Xianyang Palace, it was especially ear-piercing!
The boss didn't speak: "Fuck!"

Dada Dada: "Fuck!"

Happy: "Damn!"

……

And in the barrage in the live broadcast room, there is a neat row of "fuck"!
And some viewers didn't understand what the imperial edict said, and some even didn't understand it at all, so they hurriedly asked in the live broadcast room:
Popular: "Which one of the biggest ones can explain, what exactly does it mean?"

The cow in the sky: "I feel that the cultural level of the ancients is so high! Their classical Chinese must be full marks!"

Under the shady scene: "God's full score in classical Chinese..."

……

The boss didn't say a word: "The general meaning of the imperial edict is: Fu Su! Dad, I am very optimistic about you, and I will give you the position of the prince! Usually, when I am not around, you will help me deal with political affairs. In the future, if I get bored, I will give you the throne. Barabara..."

I am a kitten tooth: "What do you mean? That is to say, Fusu has been crowned prince?"

The stars in the sky: "Isn't there no prince in the Qin Dynasty? Why did he suddenly establish a prince?"

Da Da: "Prince of the East Palace!"

Happy: "The Qin Dynasty didn't have any East Palace, and the East Palace represents the formation of the prince in the Western Han Dynasty."

Da Da Da: "Oh! I have been taught!"

……

That's right, Ying Zheng actually made Su Li the crown prince with a single edict!

Fang Xiaole looked at the bewildered look of the civil and military officials in the hall, obviously they didn't know anything before.

At this moment, Fang Xiaole's "Fuck!" woke up the startled crowd.

As for Fusu, his brain went blank for a while!
What does it feel like?
It was as if you were preparing for the college entrance examination, and suddenly Huaqing University directly announced on its official website that it had admitted you in advance!

This is almost a big surprise!
Even Li Si and Meng Tian on the side were a little absent-minded.

But after all, he was a veteran in the court, so he adjusted in an instant.

"Master Fusu, thank you quickly!"

Li Si also reminded the dazed Fusu in a low voice.

"what!"

Fusu reacted quickly, knelt down and raised his hands above his head.

Here, Zhao Bing also placed the edict in Fusu's hands.

"My son! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Following Fusu's bowing ceremony, all civil and military officials in the hall couldn't help shouting together:
"Your Majesty Shengming!"

And only Fang Xiaole at the end:
"Fuck! Brother Zheng, why don't you play your cards according to the routine!"

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