In the tavern.
Ying Zixuan attacked angrily.
If revealing the secrets of the heavens would result in a backlash, it was understandable that Huang Shi didn't mention it.
After all, it was normal for people to cherish their lives.
However, he did not seem like he would suffer a backlash from revealing the heavenly secrets crazily earlier.
This meant that Duke Huang Shi wanted the civilians to die.
How could Ying Zi Xuan not be angry?
Ying Zi Xuan blinked his eyes and arrived before Duke Huang Shi, stretching out his palm.
Unexpectedly, his palm passed through Huang Shi's arm.
Then, Huang Shi smiled at Ying Zixuan.
"We can't go against the will of the heavens, or else there will be an even greater disaster.”
"Take care of yourself."
After he finished speaking, Huang Shi's figure turned into an illusion and gradually disappeared into thin air.
This scene caused Ying Zi Xuan's scalp to go numb and the hair on his back to stand on end.
Did they encounter a ghost?
Although he didn't believe that ghosts existed in this world, he had already transmigrated.
It wasn't impossible that there was a ghost!
"Duke... Young Master, what is that old man?"
Xiao Qin's body trembled uncontrollably.
A person disappeared into thin air.
This scene had a huge impact on her.
Xu Sheng, on the other hand, widened his eyes and was speechless.
"Maybe it's some kind of Daoist secret technique.”
Ying Zixuan explained.
Although he didn't know what was going on, at least he couldn't let Xiao Qin and Xu Sheng go astray.
"Oh!"
Xiao Qin nodded and was no longer afraid.
No matter how magical the secret arts of Daoists were, they were still humans.
As long as it was a human, there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Hu! I was scared to death. I thought I had encountered a ghost.”
Xu Sheng came back to his senses and heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Ying Zixuan's words.
"How can there be ghosts in this world?"
Ying Zixuan smiled.
Although he said that, he felt a chill run down his spine.
He immediately didn't want to stay here anymore.
"Let's go back."
Ying Zixuan said.
"Good!"
Xu Sheng and Xiao Qin said in unison.
They didn't want to stay in this place anymore.
The three of them walked out together.
On the road.
Ying Zi Xuan was thinking about what had happened just now.
The story of Huang Shi in history books was full of mythical colors.
It was said that after Huang Shigong handed the Tomes of Arcane to Zhang Liang, he said," Thirteen years later, the Huang Shi you saw at the foot of the mountain in the Northern Valley City will be me.
In the end, Zhang Liang really saw a piece of yellow stone at the foot of Jibei Gucheng Mountain thirteen years later.
Originally, Ying Zixuan thought that this story was just a story made up by Zhang Liang in the early stages of his business to make others believe that he had "talent".
After all, this was a common occurrence in ancient times.
What fox cry, what white snake slash.
During the Warring States Period, many generals claimed to be Guigu 'zi's disciples.
It was to give herself a good background.
But after seeing this scene today, Ying Zi Xuan gradually believed the story of Zhang Liang and Huang Shi Gong.
Perhaps Lord Huang Shi was really an expert.
Ying Zixuan thought.
Then, does that mean that I wrote the Tao Te Ching, Purple Air Comes From The East 30,000 Miles?
For some reason, Ying Zi Xuan thought of this.
No, it was impossible.
This was too exaggerated.
Ying Zi Xuan shook his head and discarded those unrealistic thoughts.
It didn't matter whether Huang Shi was a master or not.
The important thing was that the other party clearly knew who would be frozen to death, but he just didn't tell him!
He even said arrogantly,"This is their fate!”
"F * ck his life!"
"They are Great Qin's citizens, and no one can take their lives!”
Ying Zixuan gritted his teeth.
Xiao Qin and Xu Sheng were shocked.
Right now, Ying Zi Xuan's eyes were cold, and his entire body was filled with killing intent.
"Young Master, don't be angry. If that Yellow Stone Lord doesn't tell us, we'll find him ourselves!”
Xiao Qin comforted.
"That's right, Young Master. It's not a big deal. If he doesn't tell us, then forget it. We'll go door to door to find him.”
Xu Sheng said.
Hearing this, Ying Zi Xuan shook his head.
There were more than 1.3 million people in Xianyang City.
How?
Moreover, Duke Huang Shi said that they would freeze to death in the future. Who knew who it was?
It couldn't be that every family had one person to monitor them, right?
Where did they get so much manpower?
However, he also knew that Xiao Qin and Xu Sheng were comforting him out of kindness, so he did not say anything to attack them.
"Okay, let's have lunch first."
Ying Zixuan stepped into the mansion and smiled.
Although his heart was heavy, he did not want to bring pressure to the people around him.
After all, there was nothing they could do.
Seeing Ying Zixuan's smile return to his face, Xiao Qin and Xu Sheng's hearts lightened, and they also smiled.
What they didn't know was…
At this moment, Ying Zi Xuan was constantly thinking of a solution to keep himself warm.
Only by warming up the commoners without any danger could Xianyang not freeze to death this winter!
Ying Zixuan sat down at the dining table and quickly ate his lunch.
In less than three minutes, he announced that he was full.
After instructing Xiao Qin to send the blankets to the family who had been poisoned by the gas, she hid in the study to read the memorial.
As soon as he opened the memorial, he was greeted by the familiar style of writing.
Your Majesty, everything went smoothly on the expedition, but I found that the Baiyue fruit is very sweet. It just so happens that the oranges are ripe. I have specially ordered someone to send ten catties back to Xianyang for Your Majesty to taste.
Zhao Tuo.
Zhao Tuo?
Who was this person?
Ying Zi Xuan pondered for a while, but he realized that he didn't have any information about this person in his mind.
However, looking at the words in between the lines, it should be the leader of the foreign troops.
"As a general, you're actually learning how to flatter a scholar?”
Ying Zi Xuan shook his head.
There was no one else who would send oranges back to Xianyang while fighting outside.
Besides, I didn't get to eat it either. I don't know if it's sweet or sour.
How to reply?
After thinking for a moment, Ying Zixuan picked up his brush.
Bring more next time.
……
The next morning.
Ying Zixuan yawned in the carriage.
He had been tossing and turning the entire night yesterday, but he still could not think of a way to provide warmth to the people of Xianyang City.
This made him anxious.
Although he understood that it was useless to be anxious about this matter.
However, when he thought about how those 10,000 people would lose their lives because of the natural disaster, his heart could not help but clench.
"Sometimes, being too kind can also cause you to suffer!”
Ying Zixuan sighed.
Xu Sheng was stunned when he heard this.
Who was Young Master talking about?
Was he talking about himself?
He shook his head.
Young Master must be talking about Young Master Fu Su.
It must be.
In his opinion, Ying Zi Xuan was a kind person, generous to others, and did not put on airs.
But as for kindness…
It seemed to be a little unrelated?
"Young Master, the road ahead is blocked. The carriage can't go any further.”
Just as Xu Sheng was complaining in his heart, the coachman's voice came from outside the carriage.
Blocked?
Ying Zixuan sat up on Xiao Qin's lap.
"Xianyang Palace is right in front of us, how could we be blocked?”
"I don't know, but there are many snowmen on the road ahead!”
Hearing this, Ying Zi Xuan pushed open the car door.
Everything was white.
There were hundreds of snowmen at the entrance of Xianyang Palace!
"Is this a festival?"
Ying Zixuan asked.
His first reaction was to wonder what kind of festival it was, so his father ordered people to build hundreds of snowmen at the entrance of Xianyang Palace.
As for pranks…
Who would joke about being in jail!
"I've never heard of such a festival.”
Xiao Qin and Xu Sheng shook their heads.
"Then you guys wait nearby. I'll walk in.”
As he spoke, Ying Zi Xuan got off the carriage.
He looked at the snowman curiously.
It was the first time he had seen so many snowmen.
However, after he walked in, he realized that something was wrong.
Heartbeats could be heard coming from these snowmen.
There was also the sound of sniffling.
This was not a snowman, but a real person!
Could it be an assassin?
Thinking of this, Ying Zi Xuan's expression changed, and he lightly moved his feet as he rushed forward.
In just a few breaths, Ying Zi Xuan had crossed hundreds of meters.
He used his strength to slap a snowman.
Of course.
He retracted his strength.
He only patted the snow off the other party's body.
He wanted to see who was playing the snowman here!
Whoosh!
The majestic energy turned into a violent wind.
The snow on the dozens of snowmen in front of Ying Zixuan was blown away.
In an instant, the sky was filled with snow.
The snowman also revealed its true appearance.
They were people wrapped in thick blankets.
Some people didn't roll up their blankets properly.
"What's going on?"
"There's a strong wind!"
Suddenly, someone shivered from the cold and stood up to chase after the blanket that had been blown away.
Fang Ling?
Ying Zixuan narrowed his eyes and saw the robe under the fur coat.
It was the robe of a Confucian scholar.
The hundreds of people sitting at the entrance of Xianyang Palace were all Confucian scholars?
"Are you guys playing performance art?"
Ying Zixuan asked curiously.
The moment he spoke, all the Confucians turned to look.
"Young Master Xuan!"
Someone shouted.
"So he's Young Master Xuan, the guy who beat up our teacher.”
"I couldn't tell that someone with such a dignified appearance was actually an unfilial person who disrespected his elders and offended his superiors.”
"That's right. Today, we're sitting here quietly. We must make the Emperor punish him and take back his orders, stripping him of his right to read memorials.”
For a moment, the Confucians began to whisper among themselves.
Ying Zi Xuan was a little angry when he heard the first part of the sentence.
It was clearly your teacher who was unreasonable and angered my father. It was reasonable and legal for me to help my father vent his anger. How could I be disrespectful and unfilial?
You can't spout nonsense just because you're a Confucian, right?
You even forced my father to punish me?
Why is he so shameless?
However, when he heard the last part, Ying Zi Xuan's anger turned into joy.
These people actually wanted his father to deprive him of the right to read memorials!
There was such a good thing?
Instantly, he found these Confucians much more pleasing to the eye.
"I am Young Master Xuan! Brothers, are you all warm enough with just one blanket?
If it's not enough, I'll get someone to send some over.
All of you are knowledgeable people. Don't freeze.”
He glared at the scholar.
Ying Zixuan scratched his head.
"Not talking? So she wasn't cold just because she didn't speak?
Then I'll go to court!"
With that, he walked towards Xianyang Palace with a smile.
He didn't know that his words of concern were exceptionally harsh on the ears of these Confucian scholars.
Weren't they just sitting here trying to oppress the First Emperor Ying Zheng with righteousness?
If anything happened to them while they were sitting here, Ying Zheng would bear the title of the immoral king.
At that time, all the scholars in the world would be disgusted by the Qin Dynasty.
The general of the Qin Dynasty is unstable!
And to them, Ying Zi Xuan's words were like this:
Are you threatening me in furs and quilts?
Even if you sit like this for a day, nothing will happen!
Are you afraid of the cold?
Why don't I send you some blankets to warm you up?
A Confucian scholar was instantly enraged.
"How dare this immoral and unfilial person insult us like this!”
As he spoke, he threw away the blanket and unbuttoned his fur coat.
The heavy snow fell and landed on his shoulders.
At this moment, a strong wind blew with snow.
Hiss!
The Confucian scholar trembled as he silently picked up the fur and blanket and wrapped them up.
Facing the gazes of the surrounding Confucian scholars, he explained,
"It's not that I'm afraid of the cold. It's just that my mother instructed me to wear these clothes and blankets properly.
I dare not disobey my parents 'orders!"
The Confucian scholars tightened their blankets upon hearing this.
"What Brother Feng said makes sense. Before I left, my parents also instructed me to do so. I definitely wouldn't dare to disobey my parents.”
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