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Qin State Xianyang, the second day.

If it is said that a woman's menstrual cycle is once a month, then the menstrual problems that men have to face are often embarrassing the next morning. Of course, since Mo Dou was tortured all night last night, he doesn't have to face it anymore. This problem... No wonder, obviously, someone is manually producing this physical symptom for him.

"Your Majesty, prostitution in the daytime, absolutely not... ah~"

Ying Zheng quickly interrupted Mo Dou's next words. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "It's absolutely forbidden to proclaim adultery in the daytime, so what about the crime of deceiving the emperor?"

Mo Dou's waist softened, and he stretched down his hand to hold the troubled hand, trying to keep his breathing even: "I... didn't lie to the king."

"Huh?" Ying Zheng simply stopped his movements. There is no doubt that this put Mo Dou in an even more embarrassing situation, but Ying Zheng ignored it and asked slowly, "The widow asked you, when did Dou come from? Got the jade carving?"

Mo Dou rubbed painfully, but it didn't relieve any symptoms, it just made him feel more and more uncomfortable: "It was just two years ago, so not long ago..."

Ying Zheng looked down at Mo Dou, who was flushed, and comforted him a few times as if he was dismissing him. Obviously, the answer did not satisfy him: two years ago, it was indeed not long ago, but the key is that Mo Dou has been living under his nose. It wasn't until now that he discovered it, so there was no problem.

"Dragon carving is also true?"

Mo Dou nodded quickly, he didn't have the guts to slap Ying Zheng's hand away to solve the problem by himself, so he could only satisfy Ying Zheng quickly, and he flattered him, saying, "Really, it's just that I happened to think of the king that day, so I unknowingly sculpted that hand... ...that jade man came out..."

Jade person, although it is true, but I always feel that this adjective is weird.

Ying Zheng sighed. He didn't know if it was intentional, but it happened to spray all over Mo Dou's ear, making him itchy and numb. Mo Dou felt that if Ying Zheng continued to smear the ink like this, he might really explode...

And at this moment, Mo Dou, who was almost in a trance, heard his chest vibrate by his ears, and made a hoarse and magnetic low voice, which made his scalp and heart tremble. Ying Zheng bent his head and pressed against Mo Dou's earlobe, Blowing out bursts of hot air: "Tell me...you, what is the use of carving a dragon?"

Carve a seal for you...

God knows how much perseverance it took Mo Dou to keep this sentence firmly on the tip of his tongue and it was useless to reach Ying Zheng's ears. It is indeed good to tell Ying Zheng the news, but before the world is unified, He didn't want to do it until he made the real thing.

Therefore, Mo Dou buried his head in Ying Zheng's chest very firmly, and shook his head resolutely with tears in his eyes.

Ying Zheng: ...Sure enough, I still need to clean up!

……

Yingzheng here is doing the absurd thing that the king will not come to court soon, but Wang Wan over there is worrying about the new emperor's order that he just got. The order, and he accepted it, in this case, he can only go to Qianjin Pavilion once.

Of course, as Wang Wan, if she went directly and aboveboard, the whole of Xianyang would probably be in chaos. After all, Wang Wan is to a certain extent a representative of the older generation of Qin’s aristocratic class, and even represents the old Qin’s nobles. The rule of order, and Yingzheng is breaking these things, once Wang Wan decides to help Yingzheng, Qin will really change.

Wang Wan came to Qianjin Pavilion as an ordinary person, and no one recognized him. After all, Wang Wan can be regarded as a high-ranking person. Not to his side.

It has to be said that the old people in ancient times did have many privileges. Even though Wang Wan lost her previous status, she still gained a lot of convenience by virtue of her age, especially when his literary level was superior to the others in Qianjin Pavilion. People directly and respectfully offered him the highest position, and worked with Kai Lin, who also received a good level of education.

And when the two met, both Kai Lin and Wang Wan were amazed: besides themselves, is there anyone willing to accept Qianjin Pavilion's new font? !

Wang Wan and Kai Lin looked at each other silently, and finally the steward interrupted their atmosphere. Several thick books were piled up in front of the two of them, and said respectfully: "The two gentlemen know a lot of words and write quickly, and the task is easy. More, of course, the remuneration will naturally increase accordingly.”

This is exactly what Kai Lin wanted, he nodded: "Thank you steward."

After sending the steward away, Kai Lin no longer kept silent, he asked directly: "In Xia Kai Lin, I don't know the old man's name."

Wang Wan hesitated for a while, and decided to hide her surname. After all, the word 'Wang' is quite conspicuous: "You can call me Wan."

Seeing this situation, Kai Lin stopped asking, and started working directly: "Mr. Wan, since this is the case, let's start directly."

After finishing speaking, he quickly flipped through the several books on the desk, roughly calculated the number of words in each book, and then divided them fairly in front of himself and Wang Wan; "How about we each have half?"

Wang Wan was silent, so fast?He's not ready yet...

Seeing that Kai Lin had already started directly, Wang Wan coughed helplessly: "Little friend Kui, I'm getting old, my waist and eyes are dim, and my energy is limited. I don't know if I can..."

Kui Lin understood, he immediately took out some books with larger writing and put them in front of Wang Wan: "These books are larger, Mr. Wan can take it easy, as for how much to do... Just do your best, I will Do it."

"The reward..."

When the steward said that the money is more, the other party's eyes should not be too bright.

Kui Lin thought for a while and said, "Mr. Wan must have no problem with too much work, right? If you can trust me, then I should do the calculations. Apart from other things, I can still do the calculations well."

Wang Wan nodded. He was just here to see the Qianjin Pavilion, and he wasn't really here on an errand: "Okay, since we've finished discussing these matters..."

Kai Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and buried himself in his preparations—after asking these questions, we can finally start...

"Then I will continue to ask, does little friend Kui have any plans during this working time?"

Why does the other party have so many questions? !

Kai Lin looked up brokenly: "Of course it's whenever you want..."

Why is this man so reckless? !

Wang Wan sighed helplessly: "How can you do things so casually..."

Destiny is like a curious scientist who always loves to put two completely different things together, watch them slowly ferment and react with interest, and then produce a series of reactions, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and this A pair will leave a legend for Qin.

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Wei State, Daliang.

The weather in the north is always dry and icy cold, even the water of the Yellow River is frozen solidly, and the horseshoes are wrapped in silk cloth, making a dull knocking sound on the ice, which makes people feel chills.

"General, it's too dangerous, let's go."

I don't know what Wang Ben said to Wang Jian, but Wang Jian directly agreed that Wang Ben led half of the troops to Wei State, and they had just rushed to Wei State from Yandi, Wang Ben went directly to Daliang and wandered around to investigate. It seems to be confirming something.

The guards around Wang Ben were shivering from the cold. His hands were red and swollen from being exposed to the outside while holding the rein for a long time, and he froze on the horse's back, feeling completely unconscious.

But even so, Wang Ben had no plans to evacuate at all. He pulled his purple lips and said unhurriedly: "What's the rush, let me take a closer look."

Wang Ben's appearance was not much better than that of the guards around him, and he was even hit by the cold wind because he held the binoculars high, but he stood upright on the horse like a sculpture, without the slightest tremor in his hands.

Seeing this, the guard couldn't say anything, he just muttered a few words: "What are you looking at..."

Wang Ben said with a smile: "I see that the big Liang city wall is thick, and I must have spent money on it all these years."

The guard was dumbfounded: "Then you can still laugh?"

"Why can't you laugh?" Wang Ben turned the direction of the telescope and saw that the Yellow River, which should have been endless, was now frozen in the valley as if standing still. He suddenly asked, "How much water do you think the Yellow River has?"

The guard didn't respond: "Huh?"

Wang Ben ignored him, as if asking himself and answering: "Cooking a jar of turtles is enough..."

The guard took it for granted: "Of course it is enough!"

Wang Ben asked back: "What if it is a city?"

"Ah?" The guard hesitated, "That's not so much firewood."

Wang Ben finally put down the binoculars. He nodded in agreement and said, "Then just drown."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the rope, turned his head, and ran back to the camp. The next thing was not easy to do. He had to make plans early, leaving only the guards who were still struggling: Why did this turtle drown? !