Falling into a Trap? Qin Lan's guess! (votes)
"Who are you? What's the matter?"
The guard at the door had a solemn expression as he stopped the green-robed man.
Hearing this, the green-robed man cupped his hands and said with a smile,
"This is an invitation letter from our lord. We hope that young master Qin Lan can participate.”
"En, I will hand it over to Young Master. You can leave.”
The guard nodded without any other expression.
Ever since the assassination incident, Ying Zheng had changed the guards in every young master's mansion in order to strengthen the defenses.
Therefore, these guards were all veterans.
There wouldn't be any melodramatic scenes where the gatekeeper slapped his face.
In the study.
Qin Lan stood there and looked at the information sent by the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
Now, not only Zhang Liang and Xiang Yu, but also Liu Bang, Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, and the others had the tendency to rebel.
Most importantly, Great Qin's bureaucracy had already decayed.
A large number of refugees appeared, starving to death on the streets. They had no fixed residence, and some had already gone up the mountain to become bandits.
"It's really like wine and meat stink in the vermilion gate, and there are frozen bones on the road.”
Qin Lan sighed and pondered.
In such a situation, Xiang Yu and Liu Bang were actually nothing but shrimp soldiers and crab generals in front of the Great Qin cavalry!
Once the people ignored them, the rebellion would become a joke.
As long as the commoners were appeased, they would have food, clothing, and shelter.
As long as he could survive, that was enough.
But this was the most difficult part!
"How do I do it step by step…"
Just as Qin Lan was racking his brains, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Young Master, someone outside has sent an invitation.”
"Bring it in."
Qin Lan opened his eyes and said indifferently.
Immediately, the guard placed a bamboo slip on the table respectfully.
After the guards retreated, Qin Lan slowly opened the bamboo slips, thinking about whether he should have made the paper earlier.
The bamboo slip was unfolded, and the general meaning on it was:
"Young Master Qin Lan, after we, novelists, heard of your masterpiece, we would like to invite you to write the story of the First Emperor with us.”
"This matter concerns His Majesty. At that time, we will have a historian come. I wonder if we have the honor to invite Young Master to discuss it together?”
"The time will be tomorrow morning at Si o'clock. The location will be at the Purple Deer Garden.”
Of course, this was what Qin Lan understood.
The original content was not like that, but it was almost the same.
Si Shi was around 9 AM.
"Novelist? Historian?"
Qin Lan frowned.
After recalling for a moment, he remembered that the Hundred Schools of Philosophy had novelists.
Most historians were novelists.
But…why did he feel that something was wrong?
Wait a minute!
Nine o'clock in the morning, Purple Deer Garden. He seemed to have heard Shen Lian mention this place before?
Forget it, he would ask again when Shen Lian came back from his investigation.
At this moment, in the Zhongche Prefecture Magistrate's estate.
The green-robed man from before was kneeling in front of Zhao Gao with a respectful expression.
"Did he accept it?"
Zhao Gao looked down at him and said coldly.
"Master, the guards didn't let him in, but he has already been sent in," the man in green said respectfully.”
Hearing this, Zhao Gao slowly smiled and said,"
"Alright, here's five taels of gold. I'll get someone to escort you outside to hide.”
"Thank you, Master!"
After receiving the gold bag with a trembling hand, the green-robed man's face was filled with excitement as he followed behind a black-robed man.
Not long after, he heard a scream.
Zhao Gao sneered.
Very good.
As long as you saw the bamboo slips, there was no reason not to go!
He used the name of a novelist and said that he was writing a biography for the First Emperor. No young master could resist this temptation!
Because if they wanted to fight for the throne, they had to leave a good impression in Ying Zheng's heart!
And helping Ying Zheng write down the notes was the fastest and easiest way to get into Ying Zheng's sight!
" Now…we're just waiting for you to be caught tomorrow…"
A low murmur was heard, accompanied by an evil laugh.
As Zhao Gao waited, Huhai looked on with anticipation, and all the old men watched, time slowly passed.
Night fell.
In the study, Shen Lian was half-kneeling while Qin Lan was helpless.
"Shen Lian, how many times have I told you, you don't have to kneel.”
Hearing that, Shen Lian said seriously,"I cannot be surpassed!"”
"Alright, alright."
Qin Lan waved her hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She continued,
"Did something happen at the Purple Deer Garden that you mentioned today?”
Shen Lian did not hesitate and said,"
"There will be a cultural gathering there tomorrow morning.”
"But as for what kind of cultural gathering it is, this subordinate still needs to find out.”
Qin Lan frowned slightly. After pondering for a moment, she said,
"Investigate! Within three hours, I want a general update on this literary conference!”
"Yes, sir!"
After Shen Lian bowed, he quickly walked out.
Time was tight. He had to prepare quickly.
After Shen Lian left, Qin Lan fell silent. Her eyes revealed a thoughtful look and her fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.
He kept feeling that something was wrong.
At this moment, a faint light flashed, and the diary and dragon pattern pen appeared.
It was time for the happy diary check-in again.
After thinking for a while, Qin Lan picked up the dragon pattern pen and slowly wrote…
Thirty-sixth year of the First Emperor, November 11th.
"I can already feel an intense sense of danger; Great Qin can be destroyed at any moment…
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