In the military tent.
"Zhao Rui, have you really thought it through?"
"If you are unwilling, I can guarantee that no one will dare to force you.”
Meng Ze looked at Zhao Rui and promised him.
They had all seen the effects of the Golden Sore Powder.
One did not need to think to know that this divine medicine was definitely the family's secret.
It was a treasure that had been passed down from generation to generation.
If Zhao Rui didn't share it, it would be reasonable.
Zhao Rui slowly shook his head and said,"
"General Meng Ze, what I said before was not a lie.”
"I really want to share this Golden Sore Powder, but you and General Meng Tian have seen its effects.”
"If the Golden Sore Powder can save more of Great Qin's soldiers, I'll be very happy to support it.”
"However, when using the Golden Sore Powder in Great Qin's army, we have to ensure that all factors are taken into account.”
There was no doubt that the effect of the legendary Golden Wound Medicine had surpassed all the healing medicines in Nine Regions by dozens of times!
Zhao Rui knew very well how much profit was hidden in this, and how much turmoil this huge profit could cause!
Now that he had just entered the army, he did not have enough background and foundation to support himself in obtaining these benefits.
The only feasible way was to pass the Legendary Golden Sore Powder to the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, through Meng Ze and Meng Tian.
Zhao Rui believed that after seeing the effects of the Legendary Golden Wound Powder, this Emperor would definitely have the means and authority to promote it to Great Qin's army.
He would not be like those crafty people like Liu Zaiyi, who would become their tool to obtain benefits.
This was the best fate for the legendary Golden Sore Powder.
"Zhao Rui, is what you said true?”
Meng Tian finally spoke.
He and Meng Ze had come here this time because they had actually seen the miraculous medicinal effects of the Golden Sore Powder.
He wanted to discuss with Zhao Rui if he could promote it to the military.
It had to be said that every year, Great Qin's army lost tens of thousands of soldiers because of the endless bloodshed!
If he could promote the Golden Sore Powder to the army.
Who knew how many soldiers would be able to save their lives in the future.
"A man's words carry weight. General Meng, I will not change my promise.”
As he spoke, he took out the formula of the legendary Golden Sore Powder and two tubes of Golden Sore Powder.
"This is the recipe for the Golden Sore Powder and two tubes of it.”
"I hope that General Meng can submit the formula to His Majesty and then implement it as soon as possible.”
Meng Ze and Meng Tian finally believed Zhao Rui's words.
They really did not expect Zhao Rui to be so open-minded about this matter.
This was like giving all of Great Qin's soldiers a new life!
"Zhao Rui, don't worry. This General will definitely deliver these two items to His Majesty safely.”
"With my military honor as a guarantee, I will definitely not let the Golden Sore Powder become a tool for others to reap benefits!”
Meng Tian's expression was very serious.
He was very clear about the huge benefits behind the Golden Sore Powder.
"Zhao Rui, I am the same as Cousin. Thank you for believing in us.”
Meng Ze echoed.
When Zhao Rui heard this, he looked at the two of them and smiled.
"This Zhao has been living in this military camp for several months, and I already know what kind of people you two are.”
"If I didn't trust you two, I wouldn't have taken out the Golden Wound Powder.”
"No matter what, I only hope that our Great Qin Dynasty will become stronger and stronger.”
Zhao Rui's words struck a chord in Meng Tian and Meng Ze's hearts.
The two of them and the Meng family behind them were only loyal to the Great Qin Dynasty.
It was rare to find a Meng family in the Great Qin Dynasty.
Now that they had met Zhao Rui, the two of them instantly felt a sense of understanding.
After a while,
Meng Tian arranged for the most elite and loyal secret guards of the Meng family to bring these two items to Xianyang.
Several days later.
In the Qin Imperial Palace.
Wang Jian, Li Si, Meng Wu, Wei Liao, Fan Sui, and the other important civil and military officials of the Great Qin Dynasty were all gathered here.
"Hey, Old Wu, do you know what happened?”
"Why did you invite even the old Fan Sui today?”
Wang Jian looked at the situation in the palace and felt puzzled.
Fan Sui was the previous Prime Minister of the Great Qin Dynasty.
Because of his age, he had been living in seclusion in recent years, even though he was still in the court.
He would only come whenever something big happened.
Could it be that another important military situation had occurred in Xixia?
On the other side.
Li Si bowed to Fan Sui.
Li Si had already become the Prime Minister of Great Qin and was the head of the civil officials.
But Fan Sui was his senior.
Whether it was talent or seniority, he could not ignore them.
"Why did Elder Fan come to the Imperial Palace today? Could it be that His Majesty summoned him?”
Li Si wanted to find out more about what happened today.
Although Fan Sui was old, he was still hale and hearty and did not look old at all.
"Prime Minister Li's words are true. This Fan was summoned by His Majesty today.”
"But I'm not sure what happened today.”
The two of them chatted for a while more.
"His Majesty has arrived!"
Zhao Gao's voice interrupted the discussion of the officials in the palace.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
All the officials bowed and saluted when they saw Ying Zheng enter the palace.
"Forget it. Today, I've called all the ministers to the palace for something that Meng Tian presented.”
Ying Zheng did not like to drag things out, so he said straightforwardly.
Hearing this, the officials immediately looked at Meng Wu.
It was as if they were secretly saying, Meng Wu, you brat, you're not honest!
Meng Wu's expression was solemn and calm.
But in fact, he was also puzzled.
He really wasn't sure.
He only knew that two of the Meng family's secret guards had returned to Xianyang yesterday. It was said that they had something important to present to His Majesty.
Since it was a confidential matter, he did not ask too much.
Ying Zheng walked up to the head of the table, his black dragon robe with golden patterns fluttering gently as he sat down with a straight posture.
Looking at the ministers 'eyes, he said,
"This matter was reported as an emergency military intelligence report, so Meng Wu didn't know about it.”
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