Zhangtai Palace.
Dark red ridges pave the ground, and the columns supporting the dome are also of the same color, with lifelike black carvings of climbing dragons and phoenixes.
Zou Yan, a Yin-Yang scholar, said: "The Five Virtues are invincible: Yu Tu, Xia Mu, Yin Jin, and Zhou Huo."
Wood defeats earth, metal defeats wood, fire defeats metal, water defeats fire, and earth defeats water.
The First Emperor adopted the Yin-Yang family Zou Yan's theory of the Five Elements' mutual restraint: Qin destroyed Zhou and Zhou was fire, while Qin was water and worshiped black.
Oddly enough, from the time when the Yu Dynasty was founded on earth to when the Qin Dynasty destroyed Zhou Fengshui, the Five Elements had completely turned around.
China also ended the era of division and separatism during the First Emperor's reign, and ushered in a new era of unification with the system of prefectures and counties.
The palaces of the Qin Dynasty, which adhered to the virtue of water and advocated black, were all in dark tones, just like beasts dormant in the shadows waiting for opportunities to move to preserve their strength.
The sky is bright and bright.
But Zhangtai Palace still needs to hold a lamp to make it appear bright, otherwise it will end up being a little dark.
The First Emperor wore a black satin crown embroidered with a soaring black bird, and a sky-reaching crown with eighteen East China Sea clam beads on the front and back of his head.
He threw away the lamb's hair and made a brush. He felt a little uncomfortable due to the dark environment.
"Just to catch a Gan Luo, you exposed the building. It really doesn't give me any peace of mind."
The First Emperor closed his eyes and gently rubbed the temples on both sides of his head, whispered to himself, and raised his voice.
"Zhao Gao."
"I'm here."
Zhao Gao, who had just arrived at Xianyang Palace yesterday and took office today, put on a eunuch's uniform, held his chest and lowered his head. He walked towards the First Emperor in a soft voice and waited for the king's wishes.
Genie, who was standing behind the First Emperor, quietly moved to the side, leaving room for Zhao Gao.
"How about over there at Qidi?"
The First Emperor's question was confusing, and Genie would have replied with an expressionless expression: "Your Majesty, please speak more clearly."
Zhao Gao was not surprised and said humbly: "Your Majesty's kindness is like the East Sea. All the people of Qi are happy to become Qin people."
Licking the dog.
Gai Daxia thought to himself, and moved his steps back, his iron bones repulsing Zhao Gao.
"There may be a few remnants of the Six Kingdoms, but Your Majesty is far-sighted and has entrusted the heroes of Great Qin to the four directions to guard the Eight Extremes. In less than two years, these remnants of the Six Kingdoms will be dug out of their foundations and surrendered to our Great Qin Empire."
The First Emperor nodded slightly, rubbed his fingers less vigorously, and said, "How is the implementation of simplified Chinese characters effective?"
"Official documents in Qi have been written in simplified Chinese characters. Most of the people in Qi are illiterate and do not know that Qi's writing has changed. It was not until I returned to Chen County that I heard that the local people wrote in simplified characters. The closer we are to Hangu Pass, the more people we see written in simplified characters."
Zhao Gao's words were within the expectations of the First Emperor, and were similar to the First Emperor's vision.
The simplified Chinese characters are radiated to the whole country with Xianyang as the benchmark, and Qidi, the farthest place, is naturally the last to be changed.
The First Emperor was very satisfied when he heard that all official documents in Qi were written in simplified Chinese characters.
"The reputation of Jixia Academy is spread all over the world, and the style of students in Qi is particularly strong. The world's books have the same text, and there are no complaints from Qi."
Che Tongwen's move is not a big problem for the big nobles. No matter what words are used, their interests will not be greatly intruded on at present.
The real influence is on those disciples of various schools of thought, who read, understand reason, and possess knowledge.
There will be hatred between the country and the family, and they will know that the purpose behind the book is to destroy the foundation of a country, to completely occupy and digest a country from the cultural level.
Zhao Gao lowered his head and said, "There are indeed some inappropriate remarks..."
"What did they say about me?"
"I dare not speak."
"explain."
Plop~
Zhao Gao knelt on his knees and said in a trembling voice: "...To say that His Majesty is immoral is Xia Jie and Shang Zhou."
Xia fell to Jie, and Shang fell to Zhou.
Xia Jie and Shang Zhou, the two subjugated kings, are generally recognized as faint kings.
The First Emperor rubbed his fingers and stopped.
"Is this a lot to say?"
"East China Sea, Linzi, Langya...all have heard of it."
"Have they not heard that I collected letters from hundreds of schools in Xianyang and put them in the doctor's office? Anyone who wants to study more can do it for himself as long as he can be a doctor and a servant?"
"What your Majesty has said has reached every city and county in the land, but ignorant people and arrogant people have gathered in the land, bathing in God's grace without feeling any virtue."
The First Emperor was silent and gathered the bamboo slips on the table.
In this era, hundreds of schools of thought were extremely active outside the customs.
When the laws of Qin did not prevail over the world, when the country was unified but the thoughts were not unified, no theory would be willing to remain silent.
The collection of books with the same text from hundreds of schools was undoubtedly a devastating blow to hundreds of schools, so the First Emperor had no doubts about Zhao Gao's words.
In fact, since Ying Chengyu invented paper and could use carrier pigeons to transmit messages thousands of miles away, the First Emperor had placed spies all over the world.
Among the carrier pigeons that flew back from Qidi, the records were inseparable from what Zhao Gao said. The First Emperor asked Zhao Gao to verify it on both sides.
The error of one or two points made the First Emperor's alignment more and more certain.
Zhao Gao sent Wei Liao to the fiefdom and hurried back all the way. Everything he said was said in a hurry, and naturally it would not be the same as what Anzi, who had been cultivating the land, said.
"kill."
The First Emperor said softly.
He stood up slowly while holding on to the black, striped and undecorated table, which contained only pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and stacks of memorials.
"The proposed decree is: Anyone who talks about things in the streets and alleys will be killed, anyone who preaches and accepts karma to resolve doubts will be killed, and anyone who openly writes old Chinese characters will be killed."
No one can stop the unification of the Qin Dynasty. Anyone who dares to stop me is a traitor.
"only."
Zhao Gao responded simply. His body seemed to be trembling more and more obviously because he was afraid of the power of the First Emperor.
"What are you rejoicing about?"
A question suddenly inserted without any warning.
The emperor and his ministers were both surprised when they asked and answered the question. The First Emperor looked back at Gai Nie, and Zhao Gao looked up at Gai Nie in confusion.
Despite the oppressive and displeased look in the Emperor's eyes, Genie showed no fear.
He took a step forward and walked to Zhao Gao, expressionless, and asked again.
"What are you rejoicing about?"
The First Emperor narrowed his eyes and said, "Happy?"
Ge Nie did not move his eyes, staring closely into Zhao Gao's eyes, his mouth moved slightly, and he tried to explain the First Emperor's doubts without emotion.
"After Your Majesty just said the word 'kill', Zhao Che's family was very happy. Nie didn't understand the reason."
The First Emperor followed Ge Nie's gaze and looked at Zhao Gao with squinted eyes.
I saw that Zhao Gao's expression was still so humble. After seeing the Emperor's gaze, he said: "Gao doesn't like people who don't respect your Majesty. I heard that your majesty wants to kill people who don't like you, so I am happy."
"oh."
Gai Nie nodded, and at some point the hand on the sword on his waist naturally took it down, took a step back and stood in place.
When the First Emperor heard this, he turned back as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened.
Zhao Gao stood up and walked to a small table, spread out a bamboo slip, picked up a brush and began to write the imperial edict.
While writing, he concentrated his inner strength on his back.
Because the inner placket of his eunuch's uniform was a little damp, which made him very uncomfortable.
The First Emperor gently shook his sore shoulders, and suddenly thought that the seven northwest counties had been assigned to his eldest son as a place for experiments. A few days ago, he had received news from the Han Dynasty about the Chang'an Academy.
Then he added: "This decree will not be sent to the northwest or Korea."
Zhao Gao didn't have time to put down his pen. He hurriedly knelt down and turned around to face the First Emperor. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Wei."
The ink dripped on his body, and it seemed as if he hadn't seen it yet.
Paused for two breaths.
Hearing that the First Emperor was speechless, he turned around and continued to write the imperial edict.
Already cautious, the maids and eunuchs serving the First Emperor were even more cautious.
They all breathed more lightly, fearing that the three words "kill" from the First Emperor's mouth would fall on them.
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"The land of the Xiongnu is vast and sparsely populated, making it unsuitable for farming, and their people have no fixed place to live. If you go to this place like this, even if you have the support of your Majesty, you will not survive the second month."
Li Mu, Da Ma Jin Dao, was sitting on a chair made of inferior wood. He didn't have much respect for the third young master, Ying Jianglu, in front of him, and spoke unceremoniously.
Ying Jianglu didn't take it seriously. Instead of being angry, he approached Li Mu with a shy smile and handed an orange to Li Mu.
"This is the only one I brought from Xianyang. My uncle loves this food the most. Can you try it, Mr. Wu An?"
The two of them were in Shangjun, in Li Mu's house in Shangjun.
"Your Majesty doesn't like to eat oranges, and Mu is the worst offender to flatter anyone."
Ying Jianglu's face fell down, and he peeled the orange with a sad face. While peeling, he thought about how to talk to Li Mu.
Although he was the noble Third Young Master of Great Qin, he did not dare to be arrogant in front of Li Mu. He had seen with his own eyes how Li Mu treated his father, who was revered like a god.
Even his father wanted to pamper and give in to those whom he, Ying Jianglu, thought he did not have the power to overwhelm.
After passing Shangjun and walking for three days, we arrived at the Xiongnu territory. General Ying was worried about gain and loss.
He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die. What he wants is to be crowned king, not to risk his life in the land of the Huns.
Before leaving, he shyly went to Li Mu's house, hoping to learn from the best general in the world who beat the Huns like a grandson.
He originally thought that although he and Li Mu were not familiar with each other, Li Mu was a guest of Ying Cheng Piao. For the sake of Ying Cheng Piao's face, he couldn't turn him away, so he would give him some help in the Xiongnu strategy.
Unexpectedly, he only guessed half of it right.
Although Li Mu had a cold face when he came to the door, he did not turn him away, but took him to the house.
Just when he was secretly overjoyed, thinking that this trip would be fruitful and he might be able to take this master of conquering the Huns with him to the land of the Huns.
What greeted him was Li Mu's cynicism, "The Huns don't recognize the King of Qin, these hundreds of kilograms of meat are enough for ten Huns to have a full meal, the king must have lost his mind and asked you to come here."
In short, there was not a single good word to say, and Ying Jianglu was made to doubt himself by Li Mu.
I thought silently in my heart that if my second brother was here, I would draw my sword and move forward, but I couldn't imitate the stupid second brother.
Thinking of the way my father shrunk in front of this military strategist.
Review the words of the Confucian sub-sage Mencius: "When heaven is about to entrust a great task to a human being, he must first suffer his will, strain his muscles and bones, and starve his body and skin..."
The little Taotie endured it without losing his temper at all.
Rustle~
In order to prevent Li Mu from getting angry and kicking him out, Ying Jianglu, the noble third son of the Qin Dynasty, did not even dare to peel the orange peel and tear it into pieces.
Instead, peel off the entire orange peel and unfold it like a flower.
Ying Jianglu didn't want to use this flower to please Li Mu, nor did he have the leisure to create it by hand - he was afraid that Li Mu would be displeased by throwing the orange peel on the table.
He casually grabbed the orange peel flower and stuffed it into his pocket, thinking about being more careful and more cautious.
But he thought hard and couldn't figure out how to coax Li Mu, the former Zhao general who had a hatred against his father to destroy the country.
Huh? Where is my orange?
Ying Jianglu, who was concentrating on it, suddenly felt his hands loosen, and when he focused his eyes, he found that the oranges were gone.
Looking up again, he found Li Mu standing in front of him, putting a piece of orange flesh into his mouth, enjoying the fruits of his labor very naturally.
Little Taotie was overjoyed.
Thinking that eating my oranges is a good sign, this is to ease the relationship, but if the advice seems too utilitarian now, there must be a step to pass it on.
"Sweet."
His little face smiled like a flower, and he chose the smell of orange to bring him closer.
"Extremely sour."
Li Mu put the last orange segment in his mouth and said.
Ying Jianglu's face fell again.
How can we continue talking about this! There is no way this orange is sour! He just didn't want to tell me!
The oranges were brought out of the palace by Ying Jianglu and were given to the First Emperor. Each one was sweet and juicy.
"snort."
Li Mu snorted coldly and looked at Ying Jianglu who was sitting on the wooden chair as if he was rooting without losing his temper.
"Like uncle, like nephew."
Ying Jianglu was afraid that his words would fall to the ground, so he hurriedly answered.
"It's okay to learn to be a rogue, but don't learn to be lazy."
Li Mu warned, dug out a rolled up yellow paper in the house and placed it on the table.
Although Ying Jianglu didn't know what it was, his eyes were already shining and he wanted to hold it in his arms right away.
Seeing Ying Jianglu's impatient look, Li Mu had a smile on his face, but it quickly faded away.
He held one end of the yellow paper and slowly pulled it open.
As the yellow paper stretched, a map with mountains, rivers and grasslands appeared in front of Ying Jianglu.
In the upper right corner are written three characters in simplified Chinese - Xiongnu Land.
Ying Jianglu suddenly stood up, his face full of surprise, he lowered his head and looked at the map hard, his head almost burrowed into the map.
He had never seen such a detailed map of the Xiongnu. It was much more detailed than the map of the Xiongnu that he got in Qin before traveling.
Comparing the two, it is like the difference between a master's realistic painting and a child's realistic painting.
When marching and fighting, maps are very important and the top priority.
At the beginning, Jing Ke was able to get close to the First Emperor because he presented the map of Dukang of the State of Zhao.
The more detailed the map, the greater the chance of not being ambushed and ambushing enemies, and you can adjust your strategy according to the terrain ahead, without becoming blind.
In ancient times, during marches and battles, many famous generals had their reputations ruined because they were unfamiliar with the terrain.
"Is this drawn by Mr. Wu An? What a detailed map! Thank you Mr. Wu An!"
As Ying Jianglu spoke, he gathered the map carefully and quickly, being prepared to run away at any time if Li Mu regretted it or said the map was not for him.
Li Mu waved his hand to give it to you.
"Mu didn't draw it, it was given to you by your Majesty before Mu left. Mu doesn't know where your Majesty got this map from."
In just one sentence, Ying Jianglu rolled up the map and put it in his arms, overjoyed.
Li Mu saw this and sneered.
"You think you can claim the fiefdom with a map? It just gives you three more months of breathing space."
Little Taotie hugged Li Mu's right hand and said with tears in his eyes, "Jun Wu An, I am my uncle's favorite nephew, you have to save me!"
(End of chapter)
