Chapter 58 A handful of yellow soil comforts the life!
Qin Luoheng was stunned.
He immediately understood that this official of Qin had probably investigated the Master privately and found some clues, otherwise he would not have said this.
but......
He didn't really care.
Because the master did not teach him any methods of disrupting the Qin Dynasty, he only taught him the most basic writing, and then asked him to recite Taoist bamboo slips.
Qin Luoheng took Ying Zheng to the study room.
The candlelight in the room is still bright.
On the desk, Qin Luoheng wrote the title in front of him. The ink on it has not yet dried, and the smell of burning fire still lingers in the room, and there is also a faint scent of rosin.
The study room is not big.
But there is a different world inside.
The bookshelves are lined with pictures and boards, long bamboo slips of various sizes are hung all over the bookshelves, various bookcases are swirling around, and there are many files and parchments piled on the floor.
Ying Zheng frowned slightly.
He went to the bookshelf, picked up a scroll of bamboo slips, opened it and looked at it for a few times, then put the bamboo slips back on the shelf, then picked up another scroll, and repeated the process.
Qin Luoheng stood aside quietly.
No words.
After a long time, Ying Zheng left the bookshelf. He turned around and picked up the dusty drawing board on the ground. There was not much text on it. What was sketched on the board was a map of all seven countries.
Another one is Zhou!!!
Ying Zheng threw the map of Zhou on the ground, turned around and asked Qin Luoheng, "Have you never seen these bamboo slips and drawing boards before?"
Qin Luoheng shook his head.
said:
"If I said I didn't read it, the officials wouldn't believe it."
"I did."
"However, when the Master was alive, he did not teach these. I browsed through them after the Master passed away while cleaning up the study. The Master did not want me to carry his past, so he mainly let me read Taoist doctrines."
"He wanted me to hide from the world."
"Don't get involved in the complicated world like him."
"The bamboo slips on Master's bookshelf mostly talked about tactics and good practices. As a Taoist in the mountains, I couldn't use them. Therefore, after reading the literacy articles once, I never read them again. Relatively speaking, Taoism is more suitable for me.
.”
Ying Zheng slightly raised his forehead.
He did not doubt Qin Luoheng's words, because the bamboo slips and drawing boards in the room were covered with dust and could not be forged in a short time.
Ying Zheng stared at Qin Luoheng, "Do you want to know who this lady is?"
Qin Luoheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"In no mood."
"The master has passed away. Whether he knew his name or not, it no longer matters. I cannot inherit the master's past, and I will not bear it. I just want to follow my own path."
"And this is what the Master wants to see."
Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back.
Indifferently said:
"His name is Gong."
"The minister of the Western Zhou Dynasty."
"At that time, I made several suggestions to gather the power of all the countries to attack Qin, but they were all defeated. Then I fled to the Duke of Eastern Zhou Dynasty. I used the strategy of 'faking death' to successfully escape. I have been wandering in the six kingdoms of Shandong since then, waiting for the general situation of the world to be decided.
, came to Xianyang with you."
"His tomb is directly opposite Xianyang!"
"It's Qin Ting!"
As he spoke, Ying Zheng watched the changes in Qin Luoheng's expression, but Qin Luoheng did not show too many emotions.
Hearing the official tell the master's past in detail, Qin Luoheng just sighed in his heart. He had actually guessed the master's origin a long time ago, but he did not expect that the master's past was so twists and turns.
He also knew why the Master was so obsessed with Qin.
Dynasties change.
Where is it so easy to forget?
Qin Luoheng paid homage to Chief Ying and said, "Thank you so much, Chief, for informing me of my master's name."
Ying Zheng looked at Qin Luoheng expressionlessly and said in a cold tone: "Now that you know about your wife, have you ever thought about doing anything for him?"
Qin Luoheng cupped his hands and said:
"Maybe I will add the name of the Master on the unmarked tombstone. If I can go to the royal city of the original Western Zhou Dynasty in the future, I might go outside the city to pick up a handful of soil and bring it back to add to the Master's tomb to comfort the Master's spirit in heaven.
.”
"That's it?" Ying Zheng said.
Qin Luoheng nodded and said:
"That's all."
"My wife is relieved in her later years, but she still sounds a little depressed."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't be allowed to read only Taoist classics, and I wouldn't be prohibited from reading those books on political strategy and philanthropy. A glimpse of my hometown is enough to comfort me in my life."
Ying Zheng was extremely calm and calm.
He said indifferently:
"If you say you want to avenge your master, I won't take it to heart."
"Back then, when Qin had not yet unified the world, it already did not take Zhou and your master into consideration. How much more so now? Since Da Qin can destroy Zhou once, it can destroy Zhou twice. Since Da Qin can make your master fail again and again, the same can be said.
It can make you come back defeated again and again!"
"Great Qin has never been afraid of anyone in the world!"
Looking at the domineering expression of this official, Qin Luoheng could only bow to express his gesture.
Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze and walked outside. Just as he turned around, he smelled a familiar scent of pine on the tip of his nose.
He looked intently.
I saw a piece of black ink placed on the desk nearby.
This ink looks familiar.
For a while.
Ying Zheng remembered something.
He remembered that Zhao Gao said at that time that the ink he presented was actually made by a historian, but an engineer saw that the ink was of high quality, so he forcibly asked for it and presented it with it.
Qin Luoheng is currently Shi Zi!
Ying Zheng walked to the desk, picked up the ink in the inkstone, and looked at it carefully for a few times. He was sure that it was the same material as the ink he had used a few days ago, and then he asked in surprise: "Is this ink yours?"
Qin Luoheng nodded without knowing why.
He said slightly confused:
"how?"
"Have you met the official before?"
Ying Zheng nodded.
"I met him at the First Emperor's place a few days ago."
"Did you make this ink?"
Hear the words.
Qin Luoheng was stunned.
Immediately he realized why he was so eager to ask for it. It turned out that the ink was appreciated by the First Emperor, and Gongshi Er had to be anxious.
Think of this.
Qin Luoheng's heart sank instantly.
Mo Shihuang has taken a liking to this, can he still hold on to it?
It's probably impossible to hold on anymore.
Moreover, the First Emperor would basically not care about what happened. He only cared about the final result, which also meant that if he never handed it over, he would probably be in trouble in the future.
Gongshi2 may be just the beginning.
Qin Luoheng felt that the ink-making process had become a hot potato.
But then, he thought of something, and looked sharply at Chief Qin in front of him, with a bright light flashing in his eyes. This matter was indeed a trouble for him, but for Chief Qin, it might be just a piece of cake.
It's not important at all.
Seeing Qin Luoheng suddenly looking at him, Ying Zheng frowned.
Qin Luoheng nodded and said:
"This ink was indeed made by me."
"I used to be young and lacked physical strength, and I had to grind ink for my master from time to time. I was exhausted every time. At that time, just to be lazy, I wanted to make a labor-saving calligraphy device, so I spent several years, but it was really a waste of time.
There is one.”
"It's the pine smoke and ink in the hands of the official."
"If the chief official likes it, I can give him a few pieces."
"However, I have a heartfelt request, and I hope the chief official can agree to it."
Ying Zheng looked at the calligraphy treasure in his hand and thought about what Zhao Gao said some time ago. He probably guessed what Qin Luoheng was thinking. He couldn't help but reveal a strange color in his eyes and chuckled:
"You tell me first."
Qin Luoheng looked around nervously, and then lowered his voice and said: "I want to give the chief official a share of the credit."