After coming out of the palace, Meng Yi went straight to the Shaofu.
His Majesty rarely arranges anything specifically for himself. This time, Meng Yi would not dare to neglect the task of making paper.
And although Ran Fang has given a very detailed production process, the specific operation still needs to be worked out slowly by him and the craftsmen.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with such an important thing!
After coming to the Shaofu to make arrangements for papermaking, Meng Yi simply lived in the Shaofu.
I haven't been home for several days!
Early that morning, Meng Yi came to the examination room with two big dark circles under his eyes.
"How's it going? How was your attempt today?"
I saw a small official saluting Meng Yi and shaking his head helplessly.
"Sir, I have tried it many times. The things I made are either impossible to shape or very fragile. They cannot achieve the appearance described in the formula."
Hearing this, Meng Yi frowned.
The next second, the clerk said hesitantly: "Sir, is there something wrong with this formula?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yi's face turned gloomy.
"Don't say this again! Otherwise, I won't be able to save you!"
Who in this world dares to question His Majesty?
This secret recipe was given by His Majesty, so in Meng Yi's opinion, there will definitely be no problem!
Just when Meng Yi was looking to see if something was wrong, a shout suddenly came from the work shed!
"It's done! It's done!"
Hearing the noise, he suddenly came back to his senses, and then he saw a craftsman running towards him holding a wooden plate. The black and green eyes could not stop the surprise in his eyes.
"Sir, it's done! This thing is done!"
Meng Yi glanced at the white "paper" placed in the tray, and couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.
He cautiously ran his hand over the paper, and then carefully picked it up with his hand, making sure it wouldn't fall apart.
"It's really done?!"
He picked up the paper and shook it. The excellent toughness made Meng Yi's eyes flash with excitement.
"I will take it to the palace to revive it!"
He must deliver such an important thing to His Majesty personally.
In Xianyang Palace, there was no news from the Young Mansion for several days, and Ying Zheng was somewhat worried.
Although he recognized Ran Fang's strength.
But the things were not finished, and Ying Zheng couldn't help but become worried.
Just as Ying Zheng was thinking about this, a chamberlain suddenly ran in.
"Your Majesty, Sir Meng wants to see you!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng hurriedly said: "Xuan!"
Within a moment, Meng Yi was seen walking into Xianyang Hall carrying a tray.
Ying Zheng saw that Meng Yi's clothes were wrinkled and his hair was messy. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
Meng Yi was kneeling on the ground at this moment, holding the paper above his head, "Your Majesty, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my orders and finally made this paper."
Sitting on it, Ying Zheng could also see the blank piece of paper in Meng Yi's hand, and felt a little anxious in his heart.
"Send it up."
Zhao Gao respectfully took the so-called tray and placed it in front of Ying Zheng.
There was a trace of expectation in Ying Zheng's eyes. He reached out and touched the paper gently, sighing in his heart that it was indeed a divine thing, so thin and light.
If shoes can really be made, then as Ran Fang said, this paper will be very light.
He picked up the brush next to him and wrote the word "Qin" on the paper with a serious expression. He waited for a few seconds and didn't let it go. Moreover, it didn't come onto his hands even if he touched it with his hands.
It is indeed much more convenient to write on bamboo slips than on bamboo slips.
"reward!"
When Meng Yi saw Ying Zheng pick up the pen, he had a faint expectation in his heart. When he heard Ying Zheng say the word "reward", the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.
His heart was also filled with passion, but he did not forget to kneel down and kowtow to express gratitude, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
When Ying Zheng saw this, he smiled and said: "Meng Yi, you are equally responsible for the creation of this thing. It looks like you haven't had a good rest in the past few days, right?"
"I will serve your majesty with all my heart, even to the point of death!"
Meng Yi didn't dare to take credit, he just lowered his head and said.
After hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "In this case, please retreat first and have a good rest."
Meng Yi bowed.
"I accept the decree!"
Seeing Meng Yi turn around and retreat, Zhao Gao looked at the paper in front of Ying Zheng, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
Zhao Gao also knew about papermaking, but now it seems that Meng Yi actually made it!
There was a flash of killing intent in his eyes, and Zhao Gao felt a little more vigilant.
After the last book revision, His Majesty mentioned Fusu more often. Now that Fusu has come up with such a brilliant idea, wouldn't he be able to comply with His Majesty's wishes in the future?
How does this work? !
At this time, Ying Zheng couldn't come to his senses even after looking at the piece of paper.
He originally thought that the paper Ran Fang was talking about was just a boast, but to his surprise, it turned out to be exactly the same as the description!
When I first wrote, it was obviously much smoother than writing on bamboo slips.
Ran Fang just said something casually and it had such an effect. Doesn't that mean that Ran Fang has many things in his hand that are comparable to this piece of paper?
Thinking of this, a glimmer of light flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.
"Zhao Gao, ask someone to record what Fusu and Ran Fang said in prison every day. Record it verbatim and bring it back to everyone for review every day."
"Here."
Hearing this, Zhao Gao was secretly happy.
He was just thinking about how to plot against Fusu and the Confucian scholar named Ran Fang, but His Majesty immediately issued such a decree. God is really helping me!
Since His Majesty asked him to monitor Fusu, what should Fusu say in prison, shouldn't he have the final say?
It seems that this Fusu will stay in prison for a while, it is best to wait until the dust settles before coming out!
That's the best!
"Also to make arrangements, I want to leave the palace incognito and meet this Lu Qing."
Hearing this, Zhao Gao, who had a slight smile on his lips, suddenly froze!
But it only took a moment for Zhao Gao to come back to his senses.
"Slave, please go down and make arrangements right now!"
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In Xianyang Prison, since the Confucian scholars were released, the entire prison has become much quieter.
At this time, bursts of meaty aroma wafted out from the prison.
When Ying Zheng came in wearing regular clothes, he smelled the smell and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
When they arrived outside the cell where Ran Fang and Fu Su were imprisoned, they saw two people sitting cross-legged, one of them holding a chicken in his hand, gnawing on it.
At this time, Fusu, who was eating something sweet, caught a glimpse of Ying Zheng from the corner of his eye. The smile on his face froze, and even the movements of his hands stopped, and he almost threw the chicken drumsticks in his hands on the ground.
"F-Father!?"
