Chapter 89: Has "The Great Qin Empire" reached the emperor's ears?
The corners of Qin Sheng's lips curled up, and he was very happy to be coaxed by her.
Even though he said this, Chu Yian's feet were a little crooked, and he even walked off the road, as if he was about to turn, but Qin Sheng pulled him back: "Still want to run?"
Chu Yian cried: "Please let me go, I really can't read those books."
Qin Shengxiao's chest was trembling, but he didn't let Chu Yian go. He pulled her to the busiest street in the capital.
But as he walked, Chu Yian found that there seemed to be something wrong with this route. He looked at it carefully and narrowed his eyes.
"Qin Sheng, this... doesn't seem to be the way to a bookstore or academy. Is there a bookstore or academy in this direction?"
She didn’t seem to have any impression of it. When was it newly renovated?
Qin Sheng hummed, but did not answer: "You will know later."
The two of them walked and strolled, feeling very comfortable.
After walking for a while, Qin Sheng stopped outside a teahouse. He turned his head to look at Chu Yian and said, "We're here."
Chu Yian:?
Chu Yian was stunned: "Tea, teahouse? We...come here to drink tea?"
Qin Sheng shook his head and walked into the building.
Chu Yian hurriedly followed him. As long as he didn't take her to read those literary books, it didn't matter where he took her.
Just drink tea.
It was just a little unexpected. As soon as Chu Yian entered the building, he was shocked by the huge number of customers in this teahouse.
Looking around, the first floor was already full.
In addition to the chairs being filled with people, the aisles between the tea tables were also filled with people standing, making it extremely crowded.
Chu Yian was really shocked: "Why, why are there so many people?"
There are so many people that the social anxiety group is about to explode.
And if you look closely, most of these people are wearing Confucian clothing, obviously a group of scholars.
Qin Sheng did not explain, but protected Chu Yian and carefully avoided the crowd and went up to the second floor.
There are quite a few people on the second floor, but it is much better than the first floor.
Qin Sheng took Chu Yian into the private room again, and Chu Yian only breathed a sigh of relief after they were completely out of the crowd.
She opened the small window of her private room and looked downstairs in confusion. "Is there something going on here today? Did they invite some great scholar to give a lecture? Why is it so lively?"
Qin Sheng sat down on the chair and picked up a book next to him and opened it. He looked so familiar that he was obviously a regular here.
"You'll know soon."
Qin Sheng was playing guessing games with her, and Chu Yian was too lazy to ask any more questions. She simply pricked up her ears and tried hard to hear what the people downstairs were saying.
It's just too noisy and I can't hear clearly.
Only occasionally could one hear names like "Wei Yang" or "Qin Xiaogong" among the noisy voices.
Is this... a book club exchange meeting for the ancient version of The Great Qin Empire?
Chu Yian was stunned. He turned to look at Qin Sheng, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
Deep down, I was deeply moved.
Woohoo, Qin Sheng is so considerate. Who else can be so considerate besides him?
She immediately moved a stool over excitedly and sat by the window, waiting expectantly to see what they were going to say.
I didn't have to wait too long, about an incense stick's time, before a little old man wearing light black clothes and a goatee walked in from the back of the teahouse.
He smiled and bowed to everyone, and the noisy crowd calmed down a little, and the noisy voices gradually subsided.
The old man with the goatee then spoke, "My name is Song Lingzi, and I'm honored to meet you."
After all, the people sitting below are a group of scholars, so there are some rules to follow.
After Song Lingzi spoke, they finally calmed down completely.
Song Lingzi cleared his throat, put on a warm smile, and sat down at the table at the front of the teahouse.
There was a table in front of him, and on the table was a gavel.
Song Lingzi didn't waste any words. He slammed the gavel on the table and got straight to the point. "Last time we talked about how Wei Yang, in order to reform the government, argued with the ministers in the government hall, citing classics and making well-reasoned arguments, leaving everyone speechless."
"Continuing from last time, after the reform was finalized, Duke Xiao of Qin and his court officials swore before the National Humiliation Stone to wash away the national humiliation."
"He then appointed Wei Yang as the Left Minister to oversee state affairs and implement reforms. He was also given the golden sword left by our ancestor, Duke Mu of Qin, to protect the nation. He issued his orders, and anyone who disobeyed, even if they were members of the royal family, would be killed without mercy!"
Song Lingzi's voice was solemn and his expression became serious.
It was as if he was standing in the government hall like Wei Yang, and the atmosphere on the scene became more serious.
This person's ability to mobilize people's emotions is very strong.
However, Song Lingzi's behavior shocked Chu Yian.
She thought her book would at most be circulated among scholars and a group of politicians, and everyone else would just read it for fun.
I really didn't expect that such a serious storybook that is not in line with the style of a storybook would be taken to a place like a teahouse for storytelling.
As far as she knew, the stories told in places like teahouses were mostly historical novels, heroic legends, stories about gods and demons, love stories, and the like.
The Qin Empire is history to Chu Yian, but to the people here it is at most a serious fantasy story.
Especially when it comes to those laws, they are very boring. Many people skip those paragraphs directly when reading historical novels.
But this group of scholars listened with great interest, as if they didn't want to miss a single word.
Chu Yian was stunned and puzzled. He walked over to Qin Sheng and asked him quietly, "Why did the storyteller only get to this point?"
If I remember correctly, her notebook had already written about the Mohist leader sending swordsmen down the mountain to assassinate Qin Xiaogong and Wei Yang.
After avoiding a wave of pursuit, Qin Xiaogong did not retreat in a hurry, but instead went to Shennong Mountain to find the headquarters of the Mohist School.
What followed was another very exciting political debate, which determined the life and death of Qin Xiaogong.
If his point of view cannot convince the Mohist leader, then the Mohist disciples will kill him here.
If he died, Wei Yang would be unable to carry on alone and the reform would be difficult to continue.
However, I haven’t written about politics yet. I originally planned to write about it today.
Qin Sheng put down the book in his hand and explained: "They are stuck in progress and leave some space. Otherwise, if you don't write one day, they will have no book to talk about."
Chu Yian suddenly understood, but was still confused: "The bookstore will print out the latest content as soon as possible."
"They can go to the bookstore to read, why do so many people come here to listen to the storyteller?"
The key progress has not been caught up.
Qin Sheng explained: "Some of them can't afford to buy books, but most of them like the lively atmosphere. They can discuss with others and express their thoughts."
Chu Yian scratched his head and said, okay.
Anyway, she likes to read novels alone in silence and doesn't like having others around her. I don't quite understand.
But then Chu Yian became concerned about another issue and lowered his voice: "Did this reach...his ears?"
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