"Please state your name."
While the First Emperor was lost in his thoughts, Ying Zhan, who had a righteous look on his face, held a brush in his hand and asked in a routine manner.
Ying Zheng was slightly startled. He could not reveal his true identity, but he could not just casually reveal his name either.
Because with his intelligence as the eldest son, he would definitely not be easily fooled.
Yes, even though they had yet to acknowledge each other, the First Emperor was already certain that Ying Zhan, the chief of Xianyang Pavilion, was his precious eldest son.
The next moment, Ying Zheng smiled and said," With your intelligence, it shouldn't be difficult for you to guess my identity.”
Ying Zheng's question was deliberately mystifying. He could not expose his true identity, and he was afraid that his fake identity would be seen through at a glance. Therefore, he simply asked Ying Zhan a question and let him guess it himself.
No matter what identity Ying Zhan had guessed, as long as it was suitable, Ying Zheng would admit it.
"Your Majesty's bearing is extraordinary, and there's killing intent hidden within. If I'm not wrong, Your Majesty is Marquis Tong Wu himself.
After all, other than the First Emperor of the Weijia Sea, there aren't many people in Great Qin who can have such a bearing. They must be important officials and famous generals of the empire.”
Ying Zhan said without hesitation.
"Hahaha, Pavilion Master's eyes are like torches, you actually recognized me.
Since that's the case, I can't destroy Qin Fa.
I, Wang Ben, will be staying here tonight.”
The First Emperor, who cared a lot about Ying Zhan, laughed out loud and decided to admit that he was Wang Ben.
After all, he had an extraordinary temperament, and it was obvious that he had been in power for a long time. In addition, the First Emperor had a murderous aura, and he looked to be in his thirties or forties. Only Wang Ben, Li Xin, Meng Tian, and a few other generals in the Great Qin Dynasty had the same age and murderous aura as the First Emperor.
Meanwhile, Meng Tian was leading the army to guard the northern Upper County, supervising the construction of the Great Wall to defend against the Xiongnu.
Li Xin led his army to guard the Qi Kingdom in the east of the country, so the only possibility left was Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu.
Besides, when they called on Wang Ben, they told him to call himself Wang Ben's subordinate, and Wang Jian and Wang Ben both thought of him as their leader. No wonder Ying Zhan thought that the First Emperor was Wang Ben, the real Marquis of Tongwu, who was hiding his identity.
As for the true identity of the First Emperor, Ying Zhan couldn't tell because he didn't think about it at all.
After all, every time the First Emperor went on a tour, he would be accompanied by thousands of cavalry and a large army. The scene was extremely grand.
Ying Zhan had never considered the possibility of the First Emperor going out in civilian clothes.
The fact that Ying Zhan was able to associate this extraordinary man in black with Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu, was already a testament to his extraordinary foresight and meticulous mind.
Wang Ben, the real Marquis of Tongwu, looked embarrassed and helpless.
This kid had mistaken His Majesty for Wang Ben, and His Majesty admitted it on the spot.
The real Wang Ben had become a substitute!
Who was he going to reason with?
However, Wang Ben could only smile bitterly. What could he do if His Majesty wanted to use his identity?
He could only hope that the Emperor would not use his identity to probe further, otherwise, Wang Ben and the entire Wang Family would be the ones to blame.
" On the twenty-sixth day of the First Emperor's reign, Wang Ben, Marquis of Tongwu, spent the night outside Xianyang Pavilion with two attendants…"
Seeing that the man in black had identified himself as Wang Ben, Ying Zhan nodded and recorded it in his notebook. Then, he looked up at the Wang father and son and said,""What are your names?"
"I am Wang Yu."
When the old general Wang Jian saw this, he had an idea in a hurry and reported a name. Half of Wang Jian's Jian was Yu.
"I am Wang Shi."
Since Wang Ben's name couldn't be used, he followed his father's example and picked out ten from the word 'Ben' in his name.
Ying Zhan nodded his head and memorized Wang Yu and Wang Shi's names.
After that, Ying Zhan handed the book to the First Emperor and said,""General Wang, please take a look. I will keep this record close to me and will not leak it.”
The First Emperor, who had assumed Wang Ben's identity, was about to nod his head when he saw the book under the light in the room. However, his expression froze when he saw the book!
At this moment, his gaze was not on the words recorded in the battle record, but on the book.
This book was not the bamboo slips that Great Qin used to write, but a stack of silk-like items. This item was as white as jade and as thin as a cicada's wing. It looked like silk, but no matter how expensive and exquisite the silk was, it was not as thin as the one in Ying Zhan's hands!
"What kind of silk is this?
Your Xianyang Pavilion's books were written on such fine silk?”
The First Emperor said in surprise.
It had to be said that even though silk was a type of writing tool, it was limited by production and was extremely expensive. Even Great Qin's princes and generals rarely used silk to write unless they issued edicts or other special circumstances.
Even the books and memorials that the First Emperor read were written in bamboo slips.
Therefore, when the First Emperor read the memorials, he used 120 catties as the measurement unit every day. Even if he weighed the bamboo slips, he would weigh 120 catties and read them one by one. For many years, it was very tiring to hold a very heavy bamboo slip every day.
The First Emperor was not a thrifty Emperor, and it could even be said that he was a bit extravagant and extravagant. He was even so thrifty when it came to writing and reading, let alone the other people of Great Qin.
The book in Ying Zhan's hand looked like a stack of fine white silk sewn together. Even the First Emperor couldn't help but feel surprised when he saw it. He felt that it was extravagant!
Even the First Emperor was like this, let alone Wang Jian and Wang Ben.
At this moment, the father and son duo could only be described as dumbfounded. They even suspected that the pavilion chief, Ying Zhan, had been pretending to refuse the bribe just now. Such a luxurious fellow must have used the Xianyang Pavilion as an important checkpoint to extort money!
"What a waste! It was simply a waste of heavenly resources!
Even His Majesty the Emperor's edict had never used such fine silk, yet you, a small pavilion chief, used it like this!”
Wang Jian said with a pained expression. He looked at Ying Zhan's gaze with a face full of regret and disappointment. Such fine silk would be worth a lot if sold on the market. Who would be willing to use it to write?
Unexpectedly, Ying Zhan didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, he rolled his eyes at Wang Jian."Don't be surprised. Who told you this was silk?”
"If it's not silk, then what is it?"
The First Emperor's expression changed and he quickly asked. Putting aside the extravagance of Ying Zhan's actions, the First Emperor had never seen such a writing material that was finer than silk.
"This is paper, also known as Xuan paper. It is made from bamboo, rattan bark, ricin oil, and other plants.
This material was tough and smooth, shiny but not slippery, white and dense, with pure texture. It was not damaged when it was twisted, and it was more suitable for writing than silk. However, its cost was more than a hundred times cheaper than silk.”
Ying Zhan said lightly, telling him the characteristics of the Xuan paper.
The First Emperor was already intoxicated by the story, and his eyes were burning!
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