Emperor Qin

It's not that the King of Qin didn't receive the report of beating Fu Su's little girl. Every now and then, there will always be someone who tells him, explicitly or secretly, that Fu Su leaves class early, doesn't listen to the teacher, likes to hook up with court ladies, and gets in with the son of the general...etc. bad words.

The king of Qin generally put it aside after reading it, neither sent it back nor reprimanded it, as if nothing had happened.

But not making a statement is itself a statement.

Therefore, how many snubbing traps Fusu will encounter, King Qin knows very well.

He is just waiting.

He was waiting for Fusu to rebel.

The game of power is like the struggle between countries. If you don't advance a foot, you will retreat a foot. If you can't show your minions, you will just let others bully you to death. There is no luck to speak of.

If he can't temper his viciousness, it can only prove that he is not worthy of being the son of Daqin.

However, A Jiang cannot be involved.

The owl turned its head 180 degrees in displeasure, looked at A Jiang's tired sleeping face, snorted, and continued to work.

Even if this wild horse is tamed, it still misses its own grassland.

Give him a little reason, and he can run far again.

……

So when Yan Jiang went out again, another doctor hung outside the palace wall.

"What's the situation?" Yan Jiang asked Xiang Liyun, this person has already been admitted to the Shaofu Supervisor, and one step further, he will be the Shaofu Order, which can be said to be a proper high position and weight in Qin State.

Of course Xiang Liyun knew the cause and effect, but his old god cut the matter to the end and said: "This man is a doctor's servant. He had a bad relationship with Mr. Fusu before, and he had slander in his heart. The king heard about it and killed him to warn everyone."

"How can a doctor's servant have such courage?" Yan Jiang frowned.

In the Qin Dynasty, a doctor refers to an erudite person. Since the prosperity of the Xianyang Academy, the King of Qin would occasionally go to the Academy to listen to the performances every few months. Of course, not everyone is qualified to lecture on the scriptures in front of the King of Qin.

Therefore, every month, the various schools and factions in the academy usually use their brains to compete for entry qualifications. What King Qin saw were all educated people who were selected by thousands of people after the preliminary round. The audition is weaker than the top half.

Then the scholar that King Qin likes can get a doctorate or the title of servant, become a member of King Qin's huge secretarial team, and have the right to write directly to King Qin. If he has any particularly good suggestions, he will become one An upstart in the DPRK and China is not out of the question.

"You don't even know," Xiang Liyun said with an inscrutable look on his face, "Seriously speaking, it's all your fault."

"Me?" Yan Jiang frowned, "Tell me in detail."

Xiang Liyun then told him: "It's better for these doctors and servants to have big families. Once those poor scholars are favored by the King of Qin, they will try their best to make a blockbuster and attract the attention of the King. Pay attention, there are even some people who don't know the importance, and they are already hooking up with the young master Gao and Jiang Lu."

The King of Qin has three sons, who are less than one year older than Fusu. After the eldest son of the king fell out of favor, the two young masters naturally became the favorites. It's safe to do small reports on Su, and it can be favored by small groups, so why not do it?

"So this person probably said something that shouldn't have been said in order to attract the attention of the king." Xiang Liyun helplessly spread his hands, "I'm angry with the king."

Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly, expressing his understanding: "It turns out that it must have framed the important matter of Fusu."

There is no need to ask what it is, left and right are nothing more than treason and the like.

Xiang Liyun nodded: "That's right, let's go, I've already finished the new crane you mentioned, and I'm waiting for your opinion."

Yan Jiang hummed twice and passed by the wall where the people were hanging.

Shaofu is very large, and there are different institutions in weaving and dyeing, smelting, minting, commercial taxation, etc. In these years, the old city wall of Xianyang was built when Qin moved the capital a hundred years ago, and now it has been demolished due to the rapid expansion of the city. Therefore, the Shaofu proudly asked the King of Qin to ask for a piece of land near the river in the northwest as a scientific research base.

It would take half an hour just to ride a horse from Qin Palace.

And Qin Wang ambitiously stated that he would build the entire Guanzhong into his capital, and it was time to fulfill the agreement he made with A Jiang back then.

When he was building the Linjiang Palace, Yan Jiang agreed that as long as he didn't mess around with building houses, he would build him a palace unparalleled in the world.

Now the question is, how can we be considered unparalleled in the world?

Yan Jiang recalled the miraculous buildings in ancient and modern China and abroad, and felt embarrassed for a while.

Xiangliyun’s crane is still a cart made of winches and pulleys, but the structure is stronger and the materials are better. The key is how to make it unique for the court. He read the manuscripts made by Xiangliyun and the others, okay? , Their concept is that the area should be large and wide.

"Build a palace on the Fengshui, interrupt the water network, divert the tributaries, then dig out the silt and backfill the rammed earth," Xiang Liyun said frantically, "In this way, with Xianyang as the center and Fengshui as the axis, build a palace. The largest city in the world, this city can be opened for three hundred miles, which is ten times the size of Linzi, and the world's rich and wealthy can be collected in Guanzhong..."

"Stop!" Yan Jiang felt more and more wrong, and interrupted with a wave of his hand, "How many civilians do you want to recruit, and how much food do you want to spend?"

Xiang Liyun was stunned for a moment, and humbly sold the king: "The king said, you set it as a bargain, it is better to make it bigger from the beginning."

Yan Jiangbai glanced at him, this guy is so determined that he won't make a small report?

Picking up the sketch, he thought for a few breaths, and said seriously: "It's not impossible..."

If Qin wants to unify the six countries, it is necessary to build a new city in Xianyang. This must require planning. As for building the largest city in the world, there is nothing wrong with it.

He looked at the blueprint on the north side of Xianyang: "There is no need to dig the river to divert it, otherwise when the heavy rain comes, it will be the lake or the sea, and it will not be able to escape."

He drew the street gaps on the map, as well as the location of the buildings, and adjusted the buildings according to the terrain of Xianyang—he didn’t plan to build Qin’s favorite high-rise buildings, which would take too much manpower and material resources, and put the palace on the hills , As long as you pay attention to lightning protection, it is a good place.

And the standard, of course, is still the ancient Chinese style. The Summer Palace and the Forbidden City are there, so there is no need for the ancient to challenge the modern architecture.

However, if Ah Zheng wanted some big palace to show his face, he could build a prototype of a palace similar to the Potala Palace in the high mountains on the north and south sides, and then leave opportunities for future generations to expand layer by layer.

The big deal is to build some towers to satisfy his collection addiction. Anyway, there is cement, and it is not too difficult to build a nine-story tower.

After figuring out how to perfunctory, Yan Jiang also thought that if Xin Xianyang did not have enough funds, could it be possible to collect funds by selling land...

Xiang Liyun was overwhelmed by his thoughts, thinking that you and the king spend money like crazy and save money like crazy, you really are a couple, it's us shrimps who work so hard.

After discussing for a while, Xiang Liyun said with a good temper that that's all for today, I'm still busy.

Yan Jiang saw that it was still early, it was only four or five o'clock, so he wanted to continue talking, but Xiang Liyun drove him away very resolutely.

As long as he doesn't keep Yan Zi for too long, he will be rewarded by King Qin again in a few days.

……

"This..." Yan Jiang drew a sketch, which was the Summer Palace.

"Too stingy." King Qin shook his head.

"What about this?" Yan Jiang drew another sketch, which was the Forbidden City.

"Too compact." King Qin shook his head.

"What about this?" Yan Jiang drew a modified Disney castle with large windows.

"Too monotonous." King Qin shook his head.

"What about this?" Yan Jiang drew the first palace.

"too……"

Yan Jiang drew more than a dozen drawings in a row, covering the entire five continents for 2000 years, all of which were rejected by the King of Qin.

Yan Jiang's hands were sore, and he said angrily: "Then you draw it yourself!"

Qin Wang frowned and said: "Then A Jiang must let the widow choose it?"

Yan Jiang said it was more or less the same.

Then Qin Wang did not choose, but pressed him on the couch with great interest, and asked A Jiang which one do you like in a special way?

Yan Jiang couldn't choose for a while, so he just said one, and the king of Qin asked him to re-election on the grounds that he didn't like it.

Then, of course, he didn't like it, so he asked for another election.

After forcing others to choose more than ten times, he let A Jiang go with satisfaction, and then proudly said: "Since A Jiang likes everything, let's build it all!"

He is the king of the world, and he should have the scenery of all countries, one for each court, it couldn't be more beautiful.

Yan Jiang was exhausted and drowsy, but when he heard this, he was suddenly awakened: "Fuck! You lied to the design!"

If you talk about what design people hate the most, that kind of cheating design is definitely far above the pirated version, ranking first!

King Qin was still confused, but he heard Yan Jiang shout angrily: "Huahua, kick him out!"

Immediately, Huahua was full of energy, and came walking on catwalks, staring at the Twolegs pressing on her master.

The atmosphere was momentarily cold to freezing point.

……

Qin Wang flipped through dozens of drawings, and rested on the outer couch regrettably, he really liked them all.

How could there be a spectacle that would harm the country, A Jiang didn't believe him too much.

Apart from flying around, Yan Jiang met a young man who came to him to study. The young man who was somewhat similar to Fu Su was very polite, and even presented a few pictures, saying that he learned the way from Yan Zi.

Yan Jiang looked at the charcoal drawing and found that the other party was very talented in light and shadow, so he hesitated for a while.

What should I do, I want to accept it, but...

He sighed: "There is no need to be a teacher. If you like calligraphy and painting, you can come to me for advice."

The boy was overjoyed immediately: "Mr. Xie."

……

Soon, the news that Gao Chenggong, the third son of the King of Qin, was apprenticed to Yan Zi spread throughout the Qin Palace.

"My lord," a waiter whispered, "what should I do?"

The young master was not liked by the king, but now this news is undoubtedly making the young master worse.

Fusu looked at the news in his hand, stroked the big tiger beside him, with an indifferent expression, just gently tore off a name on the paper.

The CRRC Fu Ling stretched his hand too far.

"No need to do anything." Fusu put down his hands.

"Yes." The waiter backed away.

He calmly continued to practice calligraphy.

After a long silence, he said slowly, "Tell Zhang Han that it's time."

No one responded in the silent room, but someone had already left.

After Fusu finished writing the last piece of Xunzi, he put it aside to dry. He stared into the distance, as if seeing Zhao Taizi Jia in exile in embarrassment.

Rebellion also requires strength, if you can't hit it with one blow, it will only lower your father's evaluation in vain.

The accumulation of the past few years is enough to cut off those people's struggles.

It can't be too powerful, and it can't appear too mediocre, this is what my husband said.

He opened the Xunzi beside him. Under the quaint cover, there was a set of story illustrations that had been sorted out and pasted. The charcoal strokes were a bit sloppy, but they accompanied him through the most helpless time.