Great Qin State Teacher

one serving?Xu Fuzhen almost died of anger.

Such a letter was "shared" by others?

Xu Fu's own personality likes to study strange things, and he never counts the good and the bad, and he also has the habit of recording them.It's just that he won't use bad things, but it's hard to guarantee that others won't use them.

If he also had such a habit before amnesia, wouldn't it be equivalent to a lot of time bombs flowing out?Who knows how much more mischief these things will cause?

Looking at the crazy looks of Wang He and Tian Wei, one can know that desire can make a person crazy, and few people can resist such a big temptation.

Ying Zheng immediately sent someone to search for it.

"Who is the person whose face you changed?"

"He... his surname is Gan, and he is the grandson of Gan and Gan Mao. I, I really don't know the rest."

sweet?Xu Fu somehow felt a little familiar, but he didn't immediately worry about who this person was, but asked the last question, "Where is that alchemist?"

"I don't know." Tian Wei said hoarsely.

"Why don't you know? He must have left you a contact method." In Xu Fu's view, Tian Wei and others are Han Zhong's test subjects. In order to observe them carefully, Han Zhong will of course find a way to keep in touch with them. .

Xu Fu, who had lost his memory, had no idea that Han Zhong had been killed by him before.

"I...he...he said that he asked me to send a letter to him..."

"Let him write it down," Ying Zheng said.

The servant handed over the silk charcoal pen, and Tian Wei crawled on his knees and wrote on it tremblingly.

"Okay." Xu Fu glanced at the address on the silk cloth, and at this time another palace servant sent the found letter.

Ying Zheng understood and said, "Take him down."

Tian Wei trembled violently, "No, don't kill me...don't kill me..."

"I'm blind to his appearance." Xu Fu frowned as he saw Tian Wei being dragged away.

"The widow knows who the person whose face was changed by him is."

"Who?"

"Gan Mao served as a general in the court. He had a grandson named Gan Luo. The widows have long heard that he was extremely intelligent and known as a genius. Later, he worshiped under Lu Buwei's sect. But he died not long after."

Xu Fu was startled.

Gan Luo?He vaguely remembered that there was a TV series in modern times, and it was written about this child prodigy Gan Luo?

Such a legendary figure, but his destiny was taken away by that Tianwei, it is no wonder that under such a change, Tianwei can seem so confusing.

But now that Ganluo is dead, it's useless to keep Tianwei.

Needless to say, Xu Fuduo, Ying Zheng had already thought of going with him at this time, "The widow then ordered someone to deal with this matter."

Xu Fu nodded, and took the handwritten letter from the servant.

He opened the notebook.

Ah...Tian Wei's handwriting is really horrible...

Xu Fu struggled to decipher it. The handwriting might have been copied a long time ago, and some of the characters on it were ugly, and after being blurred, it became even more difficult to decipher.Ying Zheng returned to Xu Fu's side, looked down at the manuscript, and couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Does it hurt your eyes?"

"...It's okay." Xu Fu's professional knowledge is there, and he can even guess it.But the more he looked at it, the more Xu Fu felt that he was a genius before he lost his memory!There's something extraordinarily interesting about it.

I don't know how the alchemist will use the codex after he gets it?Some things are not suitable for spreading.

"Can you find someone for me?"

"Who is it?" Ying Zheng seemed more interested.He enjoyed the feeling of being asked for help by Xu Fu.

"Han Zhong."

Ying Zheng sighed softly, and raised his hand to caress the top of Xu Fu's head. Xu Fu wanted to hide, but before he could dodge, he heard Ying Zheng whisper in his ear, "Han Zhong, when he was in Zhao State, he I was killed by you."

Xu Fu: "..."

He was ready to face a more difficult enemy, but this enemy had already been killed by him?

Xu Fu suddenly had the feeling that the big villain was being treated as a small guy, and he had no dignity at all when he was muddle-headed.

"That... that's a good thing." It took Xu Fu a long time to recover.

Xu Fu lowered his head and glanced at the letter in his hand again, "I'm going to start preparing to change my face for Ah Wu."

Ying Zheng put his hand on Xu Fu's waist calmly, and he said: "The taste of the field is really scary, does he want to look like a widow? I wonder if there is anyone like him who is also staring at The luck and fate of the widow."

Xu Fu didn't even think about it, he said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Xu Fu still has this confidence.

Ying Zheng heard what he wanted to hear with satisfaction, and the expression on his face brightened.

Xu Fu didn't realize Ying Zheng's little thought at all.

"The widow is still a little uneasy, so Ah Fu shouldn't go to see Ah Wu first, his letter hasn't been delivered so quickly. You can accompany the widow to go back to rest first."

Uneasy?

Xu Fu turned his head and glanced at Ying Zheng, who was still able to cast a gentle gaze on him.

Isn't this unusually peaceful?Where can I see the uneasiness?The dignified First Emperor, would he feel uneasy because of such a trivial matter?

Xu Fu cruelly rejected him.

But Ying Zheng reached out and hugged Xu Fu directly, "You are also tired, I will take you back to rest."

Xu Fu who was forced to move: ...

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After that day, there was no such person as Tian Wei in Qin State.No one remembers him.This is probably the reason why he tried so hard to discredit Xu Fu before.After all, no matter how good he is, he will always be shrouded in Xu Fu's halo when he comes to Xianyang.

The people in the city are no longer the people who would offend Xu Fu at will because of the wax sacrifice. They have already become Xu Fu's most loyal fans, and their trust in Xu Fu is growing day by day.The last earthquake was the best proof.

If Tian Wei knew that he was so bleak after his death, he might just be so angry that he would die again.

At this time, it was winter, and there was light snow in Xianyang.

Xu Fu was sitting in front of the table, flipping through the letters, eating food warmly, and occasionally raising his head, he could catch a glimpse of the beautiful snow scene outside.

Ying Zheng stood at the gate of the hall and stared at him for a long time.

No matter before or after amnesia, Ah Fu's habits have not changed.Ying Zheng pursed his lips and smiled, walked forward, hugged Xu Fu's shoulders, and said, "Although your memory has not been recovered, you still need to preside over this year's wax festival."

"Wax Festival?" Xu Fu had only heard this word from Ying Zheng before, "Isn't there a Feng Chang to preside over the Wax Festival?"

"Last time, he was inexperienced and caused some trouble. It just so happened that you disappeared from Xianyang a few months ago, and the people of Xianyang were extremely worried about your safety. Now that you have returned safely and presided over the wax festival, it is also a shame for the people. A way to rest assured."

Xu Fu thought of the excited eyes of those common people looking at him when he first entered the city.

In fact, he doesn't quite understand the almost blind and extremely loyal worship in ancient times, but it is undeniable that when the people who worship him need him, then he will be there.

"What does the Wax Festival look like?" Xu Fu asked in a low voice.

Ying Zheng surrounded him from behind, and spoke to him in a deep and slow voice.

Gradually, Xu Fu got used to this posture. When the snowflakes outside the window came in and landed on Xu Fu's face, Xu Fu shivered unconsciously, and he suddenly realized it.

Eh?He seems to be more and more used to the intimacy of King Qin towards him?

Ying Zheng couldn't help but buried himself in Xu Fu's hair and hugged him tightly.

Xu Fu moved his lips, "...Ah, Ah Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

Ying Zheng raised his head, pushed Xu Fu down abruptly, and kissed Xu Fu's lips heavily.

Xu Fu: "..." He shouldn't have spoken!