Wang Jian told Ying Zimo that in the entire Xianyang, only the Eldest Young Master Fusu's residence had planted bamboo as a landscape for the scholarly scholars to cultivate their sentiments.
An entire bamboo forest! The scale was not small.
When paper was created, coupled with movable type printing, all the poor scholars in the world would have books to read, and the spread of knowledge would be ten times easier!
Cultivate one's character?
Was it more important than the art of making paper?
Ying Zimo ordered two teams of Brocade Guards to bring logging tools.
The aggressive Embroidered Uniform Guards set out from the mansion.
Wang Jian was just about to return home when the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the situation and said,"Your Highness, what are you planning to do?”
"Cut the bamboo!"
Wang Jian was speechless.
Why did his resolute tone sound like he was going to exterminate an entire family?
Hiss, those Confucians were very tough. In their eyes, the bamboo forest represented the integrity of scholars.
At that time, if there were any blind scholars blocking him, he might really be chopped up.
Old General Wang suddenly felt very regretful.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have said that there was a bamboo forest at Prince Fu Su's place.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The carriage rolled through the streets of Xianyang.
A gust of wind blew up Ying Yinman's hair. She swung her legs, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the scene on the street.
"I'm really going to pull bamboo. Aren't you afraid of being beaten up by your eldest brother?”
Ying Zimo said speechlessly.
"Eldest Brother wouldn't dare. Otherwise, I would tell Imperial Father.”
Ying Yinman didn't care at all. She pointed at a stall selling persimmons on the street and said," Little Nineteen, I want to eat that!”
"No money."
"Sob sob sob, Little Nineteen, have you forgotten that in order to let you eat persimmons, sister climbed up the persimmon tree in the palace and fell?”
"Yes, you fell on me. Moreover, it was summer. The persimmons hadn't even grown yet. You just wanted to climb the tree!”
"Please, I beg you."
"We're going to kill people…Oh no, bamboo chopping. Sister Yin Man, be more serious.”
.......
At the Crown Prince's residence.
"What is it? Nineteenth Brother is coming? You even brought Jinyiwei?"
When Fu Su received Wang Jian's notification, his face was filled with shock.
The messenger did not say that he was here to chop bamboo.
Because Wang Jian couldn't guess if Ying Zimo really wanted the bamboo or if he wanted to use the bamboo as an excuse to kill the scholars.
After all, if they were only cutting bamboo, why would they bring so many Embroidered Uniform Guards?
When Fu Su saw the murderous Embroidered Uniform Guards, his thoughts went astray.
After all, his younger brother had told him not to be bewitched by the Confucians, as this would be detrimental to Great Qin.
Could it be that he wanted to kill all the scholars around him?
"Little Nineteen, you can't do anything rash. This... This was…Why did you bring so many guards?"
Fu Su's face was filled with anxiety. He didn't know how to stop her.
If Ying Zimo was determined to kill him, he really had no choice.
"What? Oh, I'm here to chop bamboo. I have great use for these bamboos. Please give them to me, eldest brother.”
Ying Zimo said.
"What if someone tries to stop us?”
Fu Su asked worriedly.
"Stop? Of course, I'll kill him with one slash. I'm in a hurry and don't have time to argue with others.”
Ying Zimo wanted to do as many things as possible while the emperor was on his eastern tour.
Time was tight.
Carrying out the imperial examination was the most important thing. Moreover, there were still many difficulties and obstacles behind it. How could he waste time on others?
"This... Aren't you still preparing to go on a killing spree? No, no, this elder brother won't allow you to kill the scholars in my residence.”
Fu Su shook his head like a rattle-drum.
He was even more certain that Ying Zimo was planning to make use of this to make a fuss.
Who didn't know that those Confucian scholars regarded bamboo as their life and even regarded it as their goal in life?
At that time, they would definitely not give in. If they were all killed, what would happen to him, Fu Su?
"Will the scholars of the scholarly faction stop me?"
As Ying Zimo was thinking, he suddenly thought of something and said with a smile,"They're easy to deal with. I'll talk some sense into them first.”
"What if it doesn't make sense?"
"Then there's nothing we can do. Eldest brother, prepare a coffin for them. Tomorrow, pull out a piece of Xianyang and bury it.”
Fu Su was speechless.
He did not know what to say.
What did he mean by dragging Xianyang out and burying it together?
Wait a moment, it seemed that the group of scholars had been discussing Nineteenth Brother recently, calling him a little tyrant and a little devil.
If Nineteenth Brother heard this, wouldn't it be over?
Fu Su quickly followed.
In the manor garden.
Rustle!
A gentle breeze blew through the bamboo forest, making rustling sounds.
A group of scholars were discussing in the bamboo forest.
Most of them talked about current affairs.
"What do you think of the matter of the Little Lord governing the country?”
"That little tyrant was too unreasonable. I thought that Emperor Qin still had some rationality and would dismiss him. I didn't expect that he would actually order him to continue supervising the country.”
"It doesn't matter if we kill a powerful official like Zhao Gao, but if we allow the people of the Northern Frontier to starve to death and use all the food to recruit soldiers for war, isn't it suicidal to govern the country like this?”
"I heard that the person who assassinated Qin was called Fu Su, a former scholar of Han. His family was the Minister of Han for two dynasties. Unfortunately, he has already been captured by the little tyrant and might die an unnatural death.”
........
The scholars waved their hands vigorously and pointed out the country's situation happily.
"What are you guys talking about?"
A tender voice came from behind.
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