Xianyang Palace, Library Pavilion.
A young man with a fair face and a bloated figure was looking through the bamboo slips in his hand. The young man's white hands were particularly dazzling under an oil lamp.
""Mozi"?" A calm voice woke up the young man who was addicted to books.
The young man quickly raised his head and looked at the young man standing in front of the bookshelf. His expression changed greatly, he stood up and saluted.
"Zhang Cang pays homage to the king."
"Get up without ceremony, are you a disciple of the Mo family?" Ying Zheng picked up "Mozi" on the table and said. During the Qin Dynasty's successive campaigns, the library in Xianyang Palace can be said to be the library with the largest and most diverse collection of books in the seven countries. Every family has their own theories.
"Back to your Majesty, I am not a disciple of Mohism, but a disciple of Confucianism." Zhang Cang touched his nose and said.
"Then why are you reading "Mozi"? Confucianism and Mohism are mortal enemies." Ying Zheng said with interest while sitting in Zhang Cang's seat.
Everyone knows what the composition of the Mohist family is, so it is difficult to see a Mohist disciple in the court. Even if there is one, it can only be seen in the Shaofu. It is a rare encounter in a place like the Library Pavilion in a hundred years, so seeing Zhang Cang in When reading "Mozi", Ying Zheng thought he had met a different Mohist disciple, but now he is more interested in Zhang Cang, a Confucian disciple, reading "Mozi".
"I am not reading "Mozi" but the articles about arithmetic. I have always liked arithmetic." Zhang Cang said. He felt bitter in his heart. He liked books, calendars and arithmetic, so before leaving After traveling around Xiaoshengxian Village for a while, I heard that the library in Xianyang Palace was recruiting people, so I came to Xianyang non-stop. With what I learned at Xiaoshengxian Village, I defeated many competitors and successfully moved into this place with less hassle, good treatment, and good service. A position that suits his taste.
"I see," Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Cang who couldn't wait to leave. He couldn't help but think, are the widows scary? So he asked, "Are you afraid of widowers?"
"As the King of Qin, Your Majesty has a better chance of becoming the King of the World in the future. I am no more than a humble person. How can I not be frightened in front of Your Majesty like a fluorescent light facing the sun and the moon." Zhang Cang immediately replied. He was not scared, but It was because he found it troublesome. Zhang Cang was a very lazy person, and in his opinion, powerful people and kings often brought great troubles. Therefore, when other Confucian disciples were actively joining the world, he did not want to be an official. What he wanted most was to be an official. I bought a house next door to the widow Sanghai Liu and am collecting various books to read.
Hearing such flattering words, Ying Zheng felt disgusted at first, but seeing Zhang Cang's anxious look on his face as he left, the disgust in his heart became less and he said
"You seem to be in a hurry to leave, don't you?"
"Your Majesty, I still have some books that I have not sorted out. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." After Zhang Cang finished speaking, he was about to leave.
"Wait a minute, you said your name is Zhang Cang? I remember that the Confucian Mr. Ziyou had a senior brother also named Zhang Cang, is that you?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Yes, I am." Zhang Cang said with a wry smile on his face, sighing in his heart that he really couldn't leave anymore.
"I heard that Mr. Ziyou will go to Qin recently. Can you tell me about Mr. Ziyou?" Although Ying Zheng was asking Zhang Cang, his words were full of ambivalence and directly mentioned Zhang Cang's The retreat was blocked.
Zhang Cang looked at Ying Zheng and thought of his junior brother. As if he thought of something, his face changed slightly, and soon became normal again. He knelt down in front of Ying Zheng and said
"What does the king want to ask?"
Ying Zheng was slightly stunned. Zhang Cang, who had been eager to leave as soon as possible, now had plans to talk all night long. This made Ying Zheng a little curious, but he still suppressed his curiosity and prepared to ask about Zi You. This In the past six months, he had heard the most news about Ziyou, and he yearned for him very much.
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At this time, in the territory of Qin State.
Ziyou, Xue Nu and Yan Fei sat around the bonfire, surrounded by silence.
"Since everyone is here, come out." Ziyou said after taking a sip of wine.
The expressions of Xue Nu and Yan Fei changed, and they looked around. There was no one in the silent woods. The figure hidden in the dark paused for a moment, with a gloomy expression on his face, but he still walked out of the shadows and bowed to Ziyou.
"Luo Wang, I just met Mr. Ziyou."
"Snatch!?" Xue Nu and Concubine Yan's expressions changed greatly. They immediately stood up and gathered around Ziyou. They naturally knew how powerful the snare was, and those who were caught in the snare basically did not do anything good.
"The people following us along the way are your people, right?" Ziyou said calmly. He had already discovered Luo Wang's tracking along the way, but found that the other party was just helping them solve various troubles, which made him a little curious. The purpose of the snare was not revealed, but now that it was revealed, he couldn't wait any longer.
"Yes." Zhen Gang said.
"When did you start to protect people when you snare a killer group? Or do you think there are so many bandits on the road that you can't stand it anymore?" Ziyou teased.
Zhen Gang was speechless for a moment. If it weren't for the order from above, he wouldn't want to do this kind of job of protecting people. You must know that protecting people is much harder than killing people.
"Sir, you are joking." Zhen Gang said.
"Tell me, why did the person behind you do this?" Ziyou asked.
Zhengang was silent. He didn't know why the organization asked him to protect Ziyou, but the order was here and he had to carry it out. Seeing Zhengang's silence, Ziyou knew that he could only go to Xianyang by himself. Now Luo Wang In Lu Buwei's hands, the only one who could protect him with the net was Lu Buwei, and Lu Buwei's action clearly meant he wanted to talk to him.
"Go back and tell the people behind you that I know." Ziyou said.
Zhen Gang nodded and left directly. Zhen Gang looked at the dark woods with doubts on his face and whispered, "What does he know?"
After seeing Zhen just leave, Xue Nu and Yan Fei sat down again.
"Sir, does Luo Wang have anything to do with you?" Snow Girl asked,
"It's not the snare, it's the person behind the snare. He has something to do with me." Ziyou said.
"The person behind the snare? Lu Buwei? What does he want from you? Is he trying to win over you?" Concubine Yan said in surprise.
Ziyou also fell silent. He didn't understand what Lu Buwei wanted to do with him. He was traveling this time, so no court from various countries took the initiative to contact him. Even Yan Dan visited him in his own name. Although Lu Buwei Luo Wang, a gangster killer group, was used to convey the news, and it did not belong to the court. He was still very interested in this meeting. He wanted to know what the powerful prime minister Lu Buwei wanted to do with him?
Ziyou still admired Lu Buwei very much. He could go from a merchant to the powerful prime minister of Qin. How many people in the world could do it, but he didn't want to get to know Ziyou on a deeper level. After all, Ziyou knew what happened to Lu Buwei. Since ancient times, powerful officials have not had a good end. If they have too many contacts, they will get into trouble.
