(fifteen)

He always knew that Zhao Gao was capable.

Otherwise, my father would not have shown favoritism back then. He first exempted Zhao Gao from death, and then made him worship Zhao Gao as his teacher.

Over the years, he and Zhao Gao have been together, and he has learned a lot from Zhao Gao.

For example, greet people with a smile.

For example, selling dog meat on a sheep's head.

All along, Zhao Gao had treated him very wholeheartedly and planned for him conscientiously, making him stand out among the young masters and gradually gain a sense of presence in front of his father.

"Teacher, I feel so miserable." Hu Hai grabbed Sun Ge's sleeves and cried loudly, saying as he cried.

Sun Ge looked at his wet sleeves, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

Can you chop off Hu Hai’s little claws?

bitter?

Hu Hai was born in a deep palace and grew up in a deep palace. He had rich clothes and fine food, and had many servants. Where did he suffer?

This drama is really too much.

Sun Ge wanted to pull back his sleeve, but Hu Hai held it too tightly.

Looking at the shiny liquid on his sleeves, he couldn't tell whether it was tears, saliva, or snot, and Sunge couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

"My heart is miserable, too." Sun Ge stirred up his soul, filled with sadness, and howled out sadly.

First she was beaten, then she was enslaved, and now she had to listen to Hu Hai's trash talk, and she was about to die of pain.

Sunge Leng kept crying, which stunned Hu Hai.

This reaction was different from what he imagined.

Sunge howled, Hu Hai was startled, and he was too embarrassed to pretend to cry anymore.

The persona of filial piety and respect for elders that has been established for many years cannot of course collapse.

The exaggerated crying drama star immediately transformed into a caring little cotton-padded jacket, racking his brains to comfort Sunge.

Sunge breathed a sigh of relief, burped, defeated magic with magic, and defeated tears with tears.

If it’s not just howling, who can’t do that?

"Young Master, I have lost my temper. Please don't blame me."

"My mood is fluctuating today. I'm afraid I won't be able to answer the young master's questions. My own affairs are still a mess."

Sunge's hand held the bamboo slip tightly. If he had this time, he might as well present the bamboo slip to the First Emperor and start making paper this morning.

Hu Hai's lips trembled slightly, opening and closing, as if it was difficult to speak.

He didn't need to answer questions, he just needed to get the bamboo slips, but Zhao Fuling, who had always been very discerning, seemed to be blind, unable to understand or hear his hints.

"Young Master, I still have the tasks assigned by Your Majesty, so I won't entertain you anymore."

Hearing this, Hu Hai's face turned dark.

Another expulsion order. Is he so unpopular now?

No matter what, he is also a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

First it was my father, and now it’s Zhao Gao...

Hu Hai deeply suspected that Zhao Gao was possessed by evil spirits. Before the conferment of Zen on Mount Tai, Zhao Gao always supported him. What now?

Don't they all say that Mount Tai is a mountain of gods and has spirituality? Why is it that Zhao Gao, an eunuch, can still be possessed by evil spirits?

But even if he didn't want to anymore, he could only say goodbye, get up and leave.

While saying goodbye, his eyes were still glued to the bamboo slips, wishing to poke a hole in them.

No, he has to behave more submissively in front of Zhao Gao from now on, so that Zhao Gao is willing to work hard for him.

The wind blew on the face where the tears had not yet dried, and the sting made the face feel dry, painful and a little itchy.

Hu Hai felt depressed. He had been acting for a long time, but he had not gained anything. Today's trip was really a waste of money, crying and acting in vain.

Taking out the brocade handkerchief and wiping away the tears on his face, Hu Hai raised his head and straightened his chest. The next second, his face was filled with a childlike smile, which seemed to make people subconsciously let down their guard.

He is Hu Hai, the young master.

He and Fusu have the same status, and there is no distinction between them.

If Fusu has it, he will have it too.

What Fusu doesn't have, he will have.

Why is it that Fusu can easily take possession of something he cannot get?

Seeing Hu Hai leaving, Sun Ge took a long breath.

The toad crawls on the feet and does not bite people, but it bites people.

Especially when you know that the other party is acting again, but you still have to cooperate.

"I should do my best to cooperate with you in the performance, just like the guests in an emotional show who can be chosen by others."

Sunge hummed softly.

Wouldn't it be better to be simpler, to be simpler in the way you speak, to have less exaggerated acting and routines, and to be more sincere?

Sunge looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, his eyes darkening.

Immediately, he quickly changed into clean clothes, swung his swollen buttocks, and went to Zhangtai Palace again.

Papermaking should be done sooner rather than later.

Not to mention, that little kid Hu Hai showed that he was determined to win the bamboo slips.

She wasn't blind, so she couldn't see Hu Hai's fiery eyes.

Humph, this credit belongs to the First Emperor, and no one is allowed to take it away.

The scholars of the Six Kingdoms regarded the Qin Dynasty as a barbarian. Even Confucius, who was revered as a saint by his Confucian disciples, had traveled around the countries to teach the people, but never set foot in the Western Qin Dynasty. They believed that the Qin State was close to a barbaric land and had not yet escaped from ignorance.

She just wanted to see how those self-respecting scholars would be slapped in the face when they saw the invention of paper.

A land of barbarians, promoting the dissemination and inheritance of Chinese culture.

Come to think of it, this slap in the face will definitely reverberate through the sky.

The First Emperor looked at Zhao Gao, who was smiling with a vulgar expression, and was full of doubts.

He stood here without speaking for a long time, just smiling obscenely, which was really scary.

"Zhao Gao."

"Order of Zhaofu."

The First Emperor slammed the table with the bamboo slip, showing his disgust.

Zhao Gao is not only ugly when kneeling, but also ugly when he smiles.

Rounding it off, Zhao Gao himself is quite ugly.

Qingyue's sharp shout caused Sunge to shake off a trace of reason from his thoughts of pleasure and slap in the face.

No wonder everyone is rushing to join the face-slapping counterattack team to carry out missions.

Whether logic is important or not is another matter.

But it’s definitely fun.

Woohoo, she thought too.

"Your Majesty, with a flash of light, the art of papermaking appeared in my mind out of thin air. It should be a gift from Mount Tai's Fengchan Heavenly Thunder."

"God bless the Qin Dynasty, God bless Your Majesty."

Sunge shouted heartily.

Anyway, Sunge blamed all unreasonable things on Dao Lei without any psychological burden.

Papermaking?

Shocked and confused, the First Emperor did not bother to complain about Sunge's exaggeration, which was exactly the same as Hu Hai's.

"What is papermaking?"

Sunge respectfully presented the bamboo slips with both hands.

The First Emperor opened the bamboo slips and slowly looked over. His hands holding the bamboo slips slowly tightened, and his expression became more serious.

He knew that once papermaking was successful, it would be a creation that would be passed down through the ages. It would make it easier for him to handle national government affairs, and it would also attract the attention of scholars all over the world.

It can be said that this is a great tool for attracting scholars from the six countries.

Land reform can help people satisfy their hunger and provide food and clothing.

The art of papermaking can make scholars praise and return to their hearts.

Zhao Gao really made great achievements.

"Your Majesty can instruct the Mohist disciples to put it into practice. The process is simple and crude, and requires many experiments by the Mohist disciples."


Chapter completed!