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Qin State, Xianyang.

The battlefield in the cold winter is cold and silent, only a few famous generals, leading their hundreds of thousands of troops, turned into courier brothers, running around collecting books for Yingzheng.

And Xianyang City in Qin State was also as silent as death. When people realized that no matter what they could not resist Ying Zheng's plan, they started non-violent non-cooperation mode one after another. When some pavilions were opened, no one was willing to go in and take a look.

Boiling frogs in warm water is a good idea, but what if frogs don't want to stay in the pot?

Ying Zheng hesitated for a long time, and finally found someone: Wang Wan.

If one lists the most senior civil servants and military generals in the Qin State, Wang Wan, as the elder of the four dynasties, will definitely occupy the first place.The reason why Wang Wan has the oldest qualifications is not only because he lived long enough, you must know that when he was young, he also attacked Wei State, and defended the upper county of Qin State under the attack of Chu State, and he was with Bai Qi. A man who has been drinking.

As far as internal affairs are concerned, he has handled his own duties in an orderly manner over the years. He was suppressed by gods like Bai Qi, Lu Buwei, and Li Si, but it was precisely because of this that he was able to sit safely in front of Ying Zheng and asked, "What is the king's order for summoning the old minister?"

It was rare for Yingzheng to put on the appearance of a good student. If Mo Dou was here, he would definitely not be able to help but stare at him all the time: "I have something to do and I want the doctor to help me."

Wang Wan nodded: "Please speak, Your Majesty, the old minister should do his best."

"The Qianjin Pavilion has recently entered a new batch of books, but no one cares about them. After thinking about it, I think that only you have the qualifications to help them."

Wang Wan has the best qualifications, and even Ying Zheng has to give some face. It is best for him to come forward, but Ying Zheng is a little worried about the other party's temper...

Sure enough, Wang Wan did not directly agree, so Ying Zheng persuaded him again: "Just invite a few friends to Qianjin Pavilion to do some work, and the doctor will do me a favor."

But Wang Wan was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Your Majesty overestimated this humble minister. This humble minister is just an old man. He doesn't have any friends on weekdays. This humble minister is incompetent. Please punish me."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, put his hands on his back, pursed the corners of his mouth, and then raised his head and asked, "The doctor is the same as others, unwilling to use this new word?"

Wang Wan did not have this point, he shook his head: "I have no objection to this matter, but I am old..."

He has seen too many things: the three dynasties changed, which made him vaguely understand the trajectory of history. In the final analysis, this is an additional new font. Not even a piece of flesh will fall off. Compared with those beheaded heads, this kind of renewal is much friendlier.

He is just old, and he just wants to live the rest of his life well, and he doesn't want to put himself in the position of being the target of public criticism.

"In that case," Ying Zheng stared at Wang Wan with piercing eyes, "Does the doctor know that this matter is of great significance to Qin?"

Wang Wan cupped her hands and lowered her head, avoiding Ying Zheng's eyes: "If it happens, Your Majesty will make great contributions, which can be recorded in the annals of history."

Ying Zheng stepped forward, pulled Wang Wan's hand down, and continued to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "Doctor really don't want to add his name in the history books with the widow?"

"This... I'm afraid I can't do it..."

But Yingzheng still didn't let him go. It's rare that there is someone who doesn't repel him, and he is still an old official. He has to grasp everything. Yingzheng's hand is getting harder, and the palm of the opponent is sweating: "Doctor, go to Qianjin Pavilion first." How about taking a look? Just be a widow, no, Qin Guo is begging you..."

Perhaps it was because Ying Zheng's hand was too hard, so hard that the ambition of a middle-aged man was transmitted to Wang Wan's heart through the heat in his hand. In a moment of stupefaction, Wang Wan nodded unconsciously... and then regretted it to death ...

It's hard to think about it, okay?He alone can't do it!Even if you add a King Qin, it won't work!

Ying Zheng put it lightly, that is to drag the upper class to the Qianjin Pavilion to slowly adapt, but in fact Wang Wan has to face the pressure of the entire aristocratic class, and behind him is only Ying Zheng, no matter how dangerous he thinks... Will it be Someone assassinated?Even if he risked his life to do it, what about his family and his people!How did he, an old man, go crazy and agree to Ying Zheng's matter!

Ying Zheng, who had achieved his goal, had already put down his hands happily. He half-coaxed Wang Wan out of the door, and then turned to Mo Dou to tell him the good news...

Then as soon as he entered the door, he saw Mo Dou holding a carving knife and looking at him with a face of surprise. He felt that the other party wanted to hide himself and all the objects on the desk in the cracks of the ground, and he had already touched Mo Dou on the ground. The thorough Yingzheng immediately found out that the other party had a problem... If he was only inventing small objects, he would not have such a reaction.

Mo Dou, who was also very familiar with the other party, also knew what the other party saw, but he got the stolen goods, so he could only stand up in embarrassment: "Why is the king here?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and walked over, saw a pile of jade shavings on the case table, and asked, "Since when did Dou become interested in jade carving?"

Mo Dou said with a sneer, "It was just a while ago."

Ying Zheng asked, "Oh? What has the ink fountain been carving lately?"

After holding back for a long time, Mo Dou spat out a word: "Dragon..."

Ying Zheng ignored him, and directly reached into the skirt of Mo Dou's chest, and soon took out an object: a villain.

The villain is exquisite and exquisite, and it can be seen that the sculptor has still practiced for a long time, but compared with the normal villain, the proportion of this villain is obviously uncoordinated: a round head and a round head are half the size of the body, and the body She is also five-short, and her short legs are in a split position... However, with such a proportion, she is unexpectedly cute?It's just bad fun!

In Yingzheng's eyes, the most interesting thing is not the proportion of the three-headed body, but that this villain looks, seems, probably looks like him?

Ying Zheng looked at Mo Dou expressionlessly: "Dragon?"

Mo Dou swallowed his saliva, and said cunningly: "I...in my heart, the king is a dragon!"

The earthy love story failed, because Ying Zheng took out a green duck from Mo Dou's arms—yes, the legendary emerald glazed eagle, and then, Ying Zheng successfully lifted the split villain to the ground. on the duck...

Mo Dou closed his eyes, he had already given up struggling, and only hoped that the other party would take it easy because of his years of love...