After having dinner with Yan'er and Jingyu for the first time, Zheng Ze completely calmed down and sat in front of the table.
Picking up the pen made of fine nanmu, the tip of the pen wandered across the paper, and the square Qin characters were completed. The original person only knew some Korean characters, which was taught by his elder brother when he was a child. Considering his status at that time,
It is already very valuable.
The craftsmen here are indeed skilled in craftsmanship and are good at drawing inferences from one case to another. As the paper production resumes, the quality of the finished products is getting better and better. At least when you touch it with your hands, no fiber will be lifted.
Pieces of important information were quietly displayed on the paper, neatly and orderly lined up.
Nowadays, in addition to the King of Korea, South Korea has three major forces entrenched in Xinzheng.
The night that has deep-rooted power and overwhelming power, the Han Yu organization hiding in the dark and waiting for opportunities, and the invisible quicksand of emerging forces that are full of vigor and vitality.
They are intertwined and constrained by each other on the invisible chessboard over South Korea. With the insertion of quicksand and their own appearance, the situation seems to be moving in an uncontrollable direction.
This is something none of them want to see, so when the situation reaches a certain level, Zheng Ze can predict that he will become the target of public criticism.
Maybe Ye Mu feels that he is in trouble and proposes an exchange of benefits to others, or it may be for other reasons. In short, when things get out of control, it is inevitable to clear out the outsiders and divide the benefits to maintain a short-term balance.
Today, he faintly felt a subtle change in Han Yu's attitude, which was an intuitive manifestation of his expectation.
Although Han Fei's intention to favor himself is obvious now, neither he nor Tianze can become a victim in the chess game at any time. This is the basic quality that a politician should have.
Therefore, as Han Fei said, the situation at hand seems peaceful, but in fact it is extremely dangerous.
In addition to these three local forces, it seems that due to his own intervention, the other forces in Xinzheng have become chaotic. The Confucians who arrived first, the Luo Sheng who suddenly appeared, the Mohists and Taoists who disappeared, and even Uncle Yan'er who was just discovered, the Wei State
's son.
All the information passed through his mind one by one, and he thought of a person for the sudden appearance of the Young Master of the State of Wei.
"Wei Wushang..." A whisper-like voice sounded softly. The only person who had memories of Wei Guogong in his mind was this person, because he was related to another person.
No longer going too far on this matter, there is no difference to him whether it is South Korea's own forces or those messy outsiders.
When he was sure that there were no factors that would lead to errors in his ideas, Zheng Ze slowly put down his pen and breathed out gently.
If you don't want to play together, then don't play together.
Keeping the words above in mind, a flame ignited on his fingertips. Zheng Ze watched quietly as it swallowed up the paper, leaving behind a piece of ashes. With a tap of his finger, the original shape of the paper instantly turned into pieces.
desktop.
The air flow brought up by getting up caused the light ashes to scatter on the table. Zheng Ze didn't pay attention to it, so he found some work for Yan'er who had nothing to do.
Because Yan'er had begun to learn to read, there were no works of his own on the desk at this time. He, Zheng, had already closed down his writing, leaving only a tall phantom in today's literary world, waiting for rising stars to display their talents.
Opening the window, feeling the cool night breeze blowing on his increasingly handsome face, he jumped up and his figure blended into the moonlight.
The Frightened Salamander in the other room suddenly felt something. He slowly put down the book in his hand and looked towards Zheng Ze's room.
Yan'er, who was concentrating on writing the words her mother taught her today, noticed her mother's strange movements and turned her head in confusion, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Hearing this, Jing Salamander looked away. There was nothing strange on his cold face. He gently shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
"Oh." Yan'er agreed. If her mother didn't say anything, what could she do?
Looking at the book in Jing Salaman's hand, she knew that the book she was studying on her desk was called "Warring States Policy", and that the book in her mother's hand had a longer name, with a total of seven characters, but she only recognized the woman on it,
The four words hand, on, me.
However, my mother has been reading it. It should be more advanced knowledge than Warring States Policy. Maybe she will not teach me until I finish studying this book.
"Don't be distracted!" The cold and gentle voice of the Frightened Salamander reached his ears.
Yan'er came back to her senses in an instant, said softly, and continued to plunge into the ocean of knowledge. Uncle Ze said that he was very smart and could definitely finish learning quickly.
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The Pearl Palace is burning with an unknown fragrance.
There is a suffocating silence in the palace late at night. Even though it is extremely spacious, it still makes people feel extremely depressed.
The figure wearing a black tights and a mask walked through the palace road guarded by imperial guards. Since Ji Wuye had withdrawn some of his troops, the place was not as strict as before. Most of the imperial guards stationed in the palace at this time
The guards were all guarding the King of Han.
I heard from my aunt that originally the king just claimed to be sick, but later he became really sick for some unknown reason.
For a time, the huge harem was shrouded in a turbulent atmosphere. You must know that at this time, only the Pearl Queen, who is well versed in pharmacology, can visit the king during the day. If you want to be favored, you must weigh whether you can bear it.
That one holds a grudge.
The black shadow's movements were light and smooth, easily climbing over the palace wall, carefully opening an inconspicuous window, and jumping in with ease.
This palace is very large, but it doesn't look empty at all. Eight-foot-high wooden shelves are neatly arranged in it. The things placed on them are very miscellaneous, including rare treasures, books and classics, and some unnamed ones.
Of the strange things, the most numerous are all kinds of bottles and jars.
However, this also made it easier for her to infiltrate. Due to her training as a new assassin, she immediately hid in the shadows and hid her exquisite body behind a wooden frame.
After a while, she didn't find anything unusual. She started moving slowly, observing everything around her with vigilant eyes, and her ears cautiously searching for clues in the strange silence.
I searched for bottles and cans on the wooden shelves, but none seemed to be what I wanted.
After checking everything placed here, she still found nothing. But her delicate ears twitched slightly, and she ducked aside in an instant.
Listening to the gentle lapping sound of the water, she seemed not to be aware of her own movements. She exhaled gently, only daring to take small breaths.
Realizing that her heartbeat was gradually calming down, she quietly raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.
A high platform is surrounded by red curtains, making the scene inside vaguely visible. You can vaguely see a bathtub placed there, and it is not difficult to imagine what kind of place this is.
A hazy figure seemed to be blocked by the bathtub. All that could be seen was the straight shoulders, the head with hair tied up, and a jade arm that picked up a pot and ladle to scoop water to the chest.
One can almost imagine what the scene is like behind the gauze curtain.
The new assassin paused for a moment, then gently pulled out a dagger from under his bound wrist, and an icy cold light flashed away in the shadows.
She tried her best to keep her breathing and walked slowly towards that side.
"Haha..." A woman's chuckle suddenly came from between the curtains.
This caused the assassin who had originally peeked out of the shadow to stop suddenly, and his attention instantly focused on the figure in the tub.
"It's time to take a shower and open the window. Madam, you can't wait for me so impatiently?"
The assassin, who was paying close attention, heard the voice coming from the other end. His delicate body trembled slightly with fright, and he immediately looked towards the place where the voice came from.
She could only see her back, sitting in front of the table, seemingly drinking tea on the table.
The reason why her pupils contracted tightly was that it was easy to tell from the voice and back that it was actually a man.
A man actually appears in the king's harem!
Today’s bottom is 5,000, and it’s going to be 6,000!
