Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Picking up a piece of information, the middle-aged man said to himself with a bit of boredom,

"Mohism, Confucianism, Legalism, the three schools gathered in Xianyang, this time is too coincidental."

"Daqin's craftsmen and supervisors have changed frequently these days."

"If Xu Fu hadn't been beheaded suddenly by the tyrant, and even lost so many disciples, I would not be so passive."

Whenever middle-aged people think of this, they are extremely confused.

In order to gain the trust of the tyrant, he gave alchemy methods, but they were all real recipes that could produce elixir.

He was not willing to take it, because the cost was too huge.

Everything went extremely smoothly, and Xu Fu, a member of the Yin Yang sect, became the most trusted person of the tyrant.

But just half a year ago, everything changed suddenly.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand, disturbing the spring water in Xianyang.

Before he was bored for long, the servant walked in again,

"Master, none of that young master has taken his fancy so far."

Hearing the return, the middle-aged man said with a bit of anger,

"Then let him read a few more! Do I need you, Bishop, for this matter?"

If it weren't for the heavy loss of the doorman, a doorman of this level would never see his face at all!

The servant said with a bitter face,

"Master, it's busy time now, and there is no one else."

The middle-aged man frowned, stroked his beard, and said,

"Then let Mei go! Take the medicine harder! Don't really lose your body!"

Hearing Mei's name, the servants couldn't help revealing a hint of greed, then got up and left.

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At this time, in the imperial palace, a black ice guard hurried into the palace and arrived in front of Qin Shihuang.

After listening to the report, Qin Shihuang said with some astonishment,

"Lang'er went to the Technical Academy?"

Then he said with a bit of a wry smile,

"Young people are very angry after all."

"Zhao Gao, take someone to find a reason to arrest him for one night, don't let Lang'er lose his virginity."

"Well, don't show up either."

Hearing this, Zhao Gao looked at Qin Shihuang with a bit of resentment, and then led his people away.

Chapter 243 The Lowly (Part 3)

Chapter 243 The Lowly

Not long ago.

When Zhao Lang looked at the woman who came in, he would scrutinize her.

When they first came in, they also left a code at the door.

If it is a spider web person, it will respond.

Although all the women would scratch their heads and pose, they didn't see anyone giving a secret signal.

After watching a few times in a row, Xi reminded me aloud,

"Patriarch, this person may not be a skill."

Zhao Lang was slightly taken aback, but soon realized that it was his preconceived ideas that made him go wrong.

Although a code was left in the lobby, it was really hard to find my own people in this single room.

So he looked serious, and said to the servants beside him,

"One at a time I'm going to see when? Give me ten at a time!"

The servant's face once again showed a look of embarrassment, and Zhao Lang immediately threw another piece of gold.

The servant immediately opened his eyes and shouted as he ran,

"Come here! Come here and let the nobleman take a look!"

Hearing the movement outside, Zhao Lang finally showed a smile.

As long as there is a mess, one's own people will naturally have a chance to find them.

However, things were a bit beyond Zhao Lang's expectations. He looked at dozens of people, but no one came to him.

Wait until the last group of people leave.

The servant said with a bitter face,

"My lord, what do you want?"

"Among those people just now, there are quite a few wives and daughters of survivors from the Six Kingdoms."

The source of skills is mostly the nobles of the six countries who resisted at the beginning, and then the people who were demoted to slaves.

Zhao Lang said coldly,

"If you don't like it, you don't like it. If you don't like it, I'd rather sleep in an empty room for one night. Naturally, your rent will not be lost!"

Zhao Lang didn't intend to really find a skill to stay overnight, just Daqin's level of hygiene.

He didn't want to lose his brother after having a good night.

Upon hearing this, the servant gritted his teeth and said,

"My lord, wait a moment."

Then leave in a hurry.