"Good news, great victory at the front line! On the battlefield of Shanglin, General Han Xin led his troops to defeat the enemy! Beheaded more than two thousand people."
"Great victory at the front lines. Two great victories in Shanggu County and Zhongling County. General Meng Tian led his troops to successfully resist eighty thousand Hu. Our army has won a great victory!"
...
Inside the Palace of Purity, Ying Zheng was sitting opposite Ying Zixuan like a good student, and beside him were Fusu and Huhai.
Opposite them, Ying Zi Xuan and Zhang Liang were looking at Ying Zheng with a helpless expression.
The two of them wanted to cry but had no tears.
Just as they were feeling troubled, a young eunuch rushed in.
He was holding a bloodstained letter in his hand.
Good news!
"Quickly hand it over to me."
Hearing about the great victory at the front line, Ying Zheng's mind was temporarily diverted.
After Dun Ruo handed the letter to Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng started reading it impatiently.
A moment later, Ying Zheng let out a deep breath.
"Not bad, not bad. Zixuan, your judgment of people is indeed strange! Han Xin's deduction from that day was now completely accurate. This person is really talented!"
"But this time, we underestimated the number of Hu! More than 80,000 people had already appeared!”
As Ying Zheng said that, his face turned grim.
Such a large-scale invasion.
After these Hu crossed the pass, the entire northern border would probably become a prison on earth!
Damn barbarians.
"Zixuan, take a look too."
After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he handed the frontline battle report to Ying Zixuan.
Then, he waved his hand and said to Dun Ruo.
"The messenger should be rewarded."
"Yes!"
After Dun Ruo left, Ying Zheng turned to look at Zhang Liang.
"Zifang, your young master is reading the battle report. Continue to explain to me why the saltpeter will turn into ice after it enters the water."
"Your, Your Majesty."
Zhang Liang, who was acting as the commentator, also finally understood Ying Zi Xuan's feelings when he asked Ying Zi Xuan to the end.
Moreover, in front of Ying Zheng, he couldn't just be chased out like Ying Zixuan did to him.
He could only bite the bullet and explain to Ying Zheng about the heat that would be released after the saltpeter melted.
As for Ying Zi Xuan's side, he held the battle report in his hand and looked at it carefully.
This piece of good news came from the upper valley.
Over at Yunzhong County, Han Xin and the others had already begun to penetrate deep into the enemy's territory after wiping out the enemy in one battle.
Five thousand light cavalry, if one counted the compressed rations Ying Zi Xuan prepared for them, it was only five days 'worth of rations.
Once they entered the grassland, it was equivalent to a stone sinking into the sea.
This might be the only time they knew their whereabouts.
As for Uegaya, they had seriously underestimated the scale of the enemy's invasion.
Now, there were more than 80,000 of them.
This was definitely not a small number for the people of the grasslands.
Now that they didn't know the number of enemies, Han Xin and the others were at a much higher risk.
"Don't disappoint me!"
After Ying Zi Xuan finished reading the battle report, all he could do was silently sigh.
At this point, the only thing he could do was trust Han Xin.
"What's wrong? Are you not confident in your own judgment?"
Ying Zheng, who had been listening to Zhang Liang's laborious explanation, couldn't help but look at Ying Zixuan after hearing his whisper.
The battle at the front was unclear, and the people guarding the rear could not be chaotic.
Otherwise, it would be a big taboo.
Back then, Li Xin had been defeated and lost 200,000 of Great Qin's elites.
Following this, Wang Jian took command of Great Qin's 600,000 soldiers.
During that period of time, Ying Zheng was under tremendous pressure from all sides.
If Wang Jian was also defeated on the battlefield, Great Qin would be finished.
If Wang Jian had any disloyalty, Great Qin would be finished.
However, at this moment, Ying Zheng did not panic at all.
On the contrary, she ate well and slept well every day.
Only then did he stabilize the rear. In the end, Wang Jian returned with a great victory.
"Father must be joking. In terms of strength, I have absolute confidence in Han Xin. It was just that a good general was out on an expedition, so it was inevitable that he would miss her.”
"Yes, you're right. Fu Su, you should learn more from your Sixth Brother.”
"Uh... Your son will obey."
Fu Su, who was suddenly called out, was speechless.
Actually, I miss you too!
"How have you been doing recently?”
Ying Zheng temporarily put aside the issue of the battle situation.
Just like how Ying Zixuan had absolute confidence in Han Xin, he also had absolute confidence in Meng Tian.
Since he had let go of the border, he didn't need to worry.
What he had to worry about now was internal problems.
" Father, I'm still holding on to the Academy's matters for the time being. I'm considering when to abolish the cumbersome written narration." In the future, your son plans to change the written language to plain and easy to understand vernacular.”
"Oh? Why?"
Abolish the cumbersome classical Chinese, this idea was also something that Ying Zi Xuan had only recently thought of.
The Mo Academy had officially started classes.
As the founder of the academy, Ying Zi Xuan naturally also took time to listen to a few classes.
After listening in on a few classes, he realized.
The students had a poor ability to accept the lessons.
It could even be said that the progress was very slow.
Most of the reason was that the expression of classical Chinese was too cumbersome.
One word often represented many meanings.
It took a lot of time to understand these few sentences.
This was too inefficient.
The most serious thing was that the same sentence could be translated wrongly.
A lot of knowledge needed to be expressed accurately.
This kind of vague concept was not practical.
" The origin of the narrative method we use today is because writing is not easy. In order to record the most content in the smallest space, this written narrative style was formed. Nowadays, paper, pens, and books were no longer considered too valuable. Your son believes that there is a need to reform this method of writing.”
Ying Zixuan finally gave his final conclusion after he conveyed his opinion to Ying Zheng.
And his words also made Ying Zheng think deeply.
After thinking for a while, Ying Zheng felt that his idea was indeed not without reason.
But how could a reform be so easy?
"Your idea is indeed good, but this idea may be too advanced. For the time being, I don't know how effective it will be. However, you can try it in your school for the time being. If it's really feasible, I will also give important positions to the people who come out of your academy in the future.”
If the written narrative was changed to vernacular, it was not completely without benefits.
After all, Ying Zi Xuan was the best example.
Although he rarely wrote memorials himself, every time he wrote one, he would submit it.
Ying Zheng looked the most relaxed.
Because Ying Zi Xuan's narrative method was vernacular, the contents of his memorial had always been clear at a glance.
Whatever there was, there was.
You don't even need to guess or connect the context to figure out the meaning.
"Other than that, how's your bookstore going?”
Speaking of the bookstore, Ying Zheng did not forget to glance at Fu Su who was standing beside him.
The matter of collecting books from various families and establishing a library did not seem to be going very smoothly.
After being stared at by Ying Zheng, Fu Su hurriedly lowered his head.
These few days he had indeed already started to act, but he didn't have the tyrannical style and unreasonable style of doing things like Ying Zi Xuan.
Under Ying Zi Xuan's contrast, his prestige also appeared to have no sense of existence.
As a result, when he went to various houses to ask for books and copies, he was met with a wall everywhere. No matter where he went, people would use some common books on the market to fool him.
This made Fu Su very depressed.
After a few days, the only valuable items were the Mohist School's Mohist Classics, the Confucian School's Analects of Confucius, and the Legalist School's Xunzi…
This made Fu Su's face heat up after being targeted by Ying Zheng.
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