Chapter 588 A Gift Across Time and Space
"You mean... a complete stranger gave you so many good things?"
"Hey, how can you say you don't know them!"
Fusu waved his hand confidently, and facing Ying Zheng's curiosity, said directly, "I already call him my senior uncle!"
They acted as if the other party had gotten a great deal, even though they hadn't even remembered the other person's name.
Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment, examining the exquisite and powerful military battle formations in his hands, and nodded slightly: "Well done."
Li Si and Han Fei, who were listening in, exchanged a glance. The eldest son's behavior is not entirely due to his nature; it's heredity. The father and son are exactly the same!
Of course, for the sake of the Great Qin, they can be shameless!
After all, the eldest son really didn't know, but those of them who had seen the Heavenly Curtain knew exactly who this "senior uncle" was!
What I didn't expect was that Xiang Shaolong seemed even easier to fool than Yi Xiaochuan. He just gave away so many good things like that. Was he getting more naive as he got older, or had the young master's persuasive skills improved?
But in any case, with these things, the Qin Dynasty was like a tiger with wings.
Under Ying Zheng's methodical arrangements, the Qin Dynasty was busy once again. Simply put, it began with practicing practical, fundamental skills and gradually moved towards specialized, advanced training.
From military optimization to the development of alchemy, from the combination of craftsmanship and magical cultivation to the iterative upgrading of weapons... one thing after another, the Great Qin Dynasty was developing more and more like the immortal Qin Dynasty in everyone's memory.
But just as no two leaves are exactly alike, there are naturally no two Qins who are exactly the same.
Compared to the once vibrant and diverse Qin Dynasty that graced the heavens, the current Qin Dynasty, while developing in all aspects, places greater emphasis on military preparedness, or more precisely, on arming itself.
Everyone seemed to share a fear of insufficient weaponry, wishing they could be armed to the teeth, inside and out, from top to bottom.
In such busy days, Xiang Shaolong's appearance was, as Wu Rui said, like a dream, a dream they cherished but wouldn't linger on for long.
However, the ministers who knew about this matter developed a habit of taking a detour to pass by Moon Lake when entering and leaving Xianyang Palace.
The question is about exercising.
"Tsk tsk tsk, saying one thing but meaning another, the frequency of this exercise is too high."
As Fusu walked, he kept complaining. Zhang Liang, who rarely had time to accompany him, glanced at the lake beside them and asked teasingly, "So, young master, what are you doing here?"
"Slacking off!" Fusu said righteously. "I'm still a child. For my father's sake, I can't be a child laborer forever!"
Zhang Liang's gaze fell on his height. "I remember just two days ago, you used celebrating your 'coming of age' as an excuse to avoid official duties."
"I may be an adult in terms of physical appearance, but I'm still a child at heart!"
Yes, Fusu finally grew to over 1.5 meters tall, but he was only happy for a short while afterward. He became sad because Ying Zheng said that he was now an adult and could take on more responsibilities, blaming himself for growing too fast.
“Xiao Lou,” Fu Su patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder, “If you ask me, it’s because you do too many things that you grow slowly. Look at me, I don’t do anything and I grow very fast.”
Zhang Liang looked at him with a resentful expression: "Why do I have so many things to do? What do you think, Young Master?"
Fusu awkwardly touched his nose, looked around but avoided eye contact, and then, with an awkward laugh, glanced at his height and exclaimed, "Hey! Xiao Lou, you look like you've grown a little taller!"
"How can growing 1 centimeter not count as growing taller?" Zhang Liang nodded frankly: "That's right, I've grown taller."
"Thump!"
A box suddenly appeared on the grass in front of the two of them. Zhang Liang was startled and almost thought that God was not condemning him.
Fortunately, it's just a box, so even 1 centimeter of height is still growing taller!
Wait... a box?!
Zhang Liang, realizing what was happening, widened his eyes slightly, looked at the mysterious black box on the ground with gilded stripes, and then looked at Fusu.
Fusu nodded: "Yes, a box."
As he was about to pick it up, Zhang Liang stopped him, saying, "Wait!"
An unknown box—who knows if it might be dangerous? Of course, we can't let the eldest son take it!
Without giving Fusu a chance to speak, Zhang Liang stepped forward and picked up the box without hesitation. However, instead of handing it over to Fusu, he took two or three steps away.
"Let me take a look first."
Zhang Liang exchanged a serious and wary look with Fusu, then lowered his head to examine the patterns on the box closely... Very good, these were patterns he couldn't understand. They looked like some kind of writing or a rune array, but they also seemed familiar. Where had he seen them before?
Reaching out to try and open it, Zhang Liang tried harder and harder, but couldn't budge it; the box was sealed tightly. If it weren't for the gap in the middle, he would have doubted whether it was really a box at all.
"I'll give it a try." Fusu extended his palm. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, nothing will happen."
Zhang Liang pursed his lips, met Fusu's determined gaze, and chose to hand the box to him.
Zhang Liang himself stood back beside Fusu, gripping the sword at his waist and watching his every move closely.
Then, he just watched as the eldest son opened the box without using any force.
"This box...recognizes people?"
Zhang Liang's tone was somewhat dry and incredulous. For some reason, he suddenly remembered where he had seen this pattern before—it was the Sky Curtain!
It's the pattern on the robe of the Grand Preceptor Gao Yao of the Great Qin Dynasty, which he only wore once in the Heavenly Curtain!
"Gift?"
Fusu picked up the exquisite piece of paper at the top of the box, delicately outlined with bamboo patterns. The words "Gift" were prominently displayed in bold, flowing calligraphy, and the signature at the bottom...
Zhang Liang leaned closer to see the long, densely packed signature, and instantly fell silent.
[From Fusu's best martial uncle, absolutely a million times better than Xiang Shaolong (he's not your senior uncle, I don't acknowledge it!), an extremely intelligent but not bald genius martial uncle, Yi Xiaochuan (^_-)]
"Ah, so his name is Xiang Shaolong. I'll remember that now."
"..." Zhang Liang was speechless. Was that the point?
Fusu ignored his gaze, removed the paper, and took out the so-called "gift" from the box.
"A...black gemstone?"
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