Thousands of miles away from Shangjun, Xianyang Palace.

The sky was already dark, but the hall was brightly lit. The fat Qin Shihuang leaned in front of the desk and looked carefully at the bamboo slips in front of him.

Then, use the red pen in your hand to make a comment on the bamboo slips.

The processed bamboo slips were placed in the basket next to them, and there were already three large baskets placed next to them.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Suddenly, Qin Shihuang's face turned strangely red and he coughed twice violently.

A white-faced and beardless palace servant next to him hurried forward and gently stroked the back of the First Queen, with a look of worry: "Your Majesty, it's getting late. Recently, your health is getting worse and worse. Should you take a break early?"

"Zhao Gao, next one." Qin Shihuang said, holding back the cough.

Zhao Gao naturally understood this point by only a few words of comfort, but he could not go against His Majesty's will.

He sighed softly, and then he took out a few more bamboo slips from the unreviewed basket and piled them at Qin Shihuang's hand.

"Oh? Is Meng Tian's letter?" He picked up a volume and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Slowly opening the bamboo slips, the First Emperor looked carefully and understood the situation of the 300,000 troops, and the movements of the Huns were generally understood.

However, when he saw the end, the First Emperor gently said "Huh" from his mouth.

"Your Majesty, is it the Huns who dare to invade?" Zhao Gao asked casually while standing behind Qin Shihuang's back.

"Not this, Fusu actually invented something called Fusu pulley set in Shangjun, which can easily lift and transport a thousand kilograms of huge stones. With this item, the progress of the construction of the Great Wall can be increased by at least 20%. "The Emperor's face was rarely seen.

"This is such a good treasure. With this thing, you can use both Mount Li and Afang Palace, right?" Zhao Gao's tone was also obviously much happier, reminding him.

"Yes, let Meng Tian send a few craftsmen to the Lishan Mausoleum and Afang Palace to make Fusu pulley teams." Zhao Gao's proposal made Qin Shihuang nod.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, Mr. Fusu is worthy of being Your Majesty's eldest son. He is smart by nature and is able to produce such treasures in the Great Wall. I am admiring me." Zhao Gao then praised again.

This made Qin Shihuang's smile slightly restrain his face, and he thought to himself: "As my eldest son, how can I spend my time on these strange tricks and tricks? His mind should be focused on the world!"

"However, according to what Meng Tian said, did he think about this pulley set because of his death in the corvee service? This kind of kindness is pretty good."

"Well, after seeing the suffering of Daqin, he must have felt a lot and studied harder, right? Observe more."

...

Shangjun County City, Goddess Pavilion.

As Fusu's poem was recited, the entire Goddess Pavilion was quiet for a moment, and many people whispered to this poem, especially the last two lines.

"The plum is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum."

The more I recited it, the more I felt that the poem was meaningful, as if the snow scenes and plum blossoms in winter all appeared in front of me.

Miss Snow White and Miss Hongmei were all looking up at Fusu with their eyes brightly.

Such a poem will definitely be passed down for a long time, and with the hymn of this poem, the reputation of both of them will inevitably rise unprecedentedly.

Of course, the two of them understood the meaning contained in this.

Unlike the pink-faced little lord and Nawu who both describe beauty, Fusu's poems mainly focus on the scenery of white snow and red plum, which is a metaphor for the two girls' beauty, which is even more amazing.

"Everyone, what is the outcome of this third literary battle? I believe you have a result in your heart, right?" Fusu asked after reciting his poems.

"Of course, Mr. Fu Kun's gift of Xuemei is better!"

"Cai, Dacai, this poem will definitely be praised by the entire Qin Dynasty."

"Today I can hear this gift of snow plums in the Goddess Pavilion, I am very honored to be released."

...

As the saying goes, the eyes of the masses are all sharp. The onlookers say everything, and the situation of the winner is completely one-sided.

Since then, Fusu naturally won the third literary battle.

"Hmph." The pink-faced little lord next to him looked very ugly, and he hummed, stared at Fusu deeply, turned around and left the Goddess Pavilion.

"What a literary talent, I admire it!" However, the young master Wu next to him, at least he didn't seem to be unable to afford to lose. After praising Fusu, he also said goodbye and left.

"Young Master is mighty!" Jia Xianfeng next to him looked proud and was secretly excited.

"Young Master, it's time to leave." Meng Tian whispered to Fusu.

It would be fine if I didn’t bump it, but today I ran into it, but I watched the young master stay at the girl’s house overnight?

If this is spread, how should I face His Majesty?

"I wonder if Mr. Fu Kun wants to accompany you?"

However, just at this moment, Yun Niang walked over with a smile on her face and asked Fusu.

At the same time, the guests who had not yet parted looked at Fusu curiously, wondering what choice he would make?

The two girls Bai Xue and Hong Mei on the stage looked at Fusu even more nervously and expectantly.

If they were the top brothels in later generations, they might have already scrambled to speak out, saying that they would recommend themselves to the pillow seat and would not receive any penny.

A talented man who can write poetry is always favored by brothel women. For example, Liu Yong in history wrote a poem for any one, and the woman immediately gained a hundred times the value.

Therefore, he never spent money to go to the brothel. Even when he died, the women in the brothels in the city were heartbroken and gathered money to bury him. Even when the news of his death spread, thousands of brothel ladies went to his grave to mourn him, which shows that.

"As my poem says, it is hard to separate the white snow and the red plum blossoms. Yun Niang's words are embarrassing me. If I make a choice tonight, wouldn't I say that my poem is nonsense?" Fusu shook his head and replied.

"So, will Mr. Fukun choose no one today?" Meng Tian, ​​who was next to him, asked.

"No, I want both!" Fusu shook his head and replied, then laughed and walked towards the two girls Bai Xue and Hongmei.

"Ah? Both want them? Two girls? What do you mean?" Yun Niang was stunned and looked at the two girls with inquiring eyes.

"I, I am willing to serve Mr. Fukun." Bai Xue lowered her head slightly, looking shy.

"I do it too!" Hongmei was relatively more generous. Immediately, the two girls stood up and followed Fusu upstairs.

"This, this is really envious!"

The guests who had not yet dispersed around were willing to serve Fusu, and they all showed envy, jealousy and hatred.

"If you can make such a good sentence from Zeng Xuemei to give to the two girls, you can also win the favor of the two girls. Can you do it?"

"Forget it, I can't."

"Young Master is mighty and your son is domineering!" Seeing that Fusu was in the limelight tonight, Jia Xianfeng wanted to shout a few words.

As the saying goes, the master is humiliating his minister and dies, and vice versa...

"This, this..." Meng Tian was stunned when she looked at Fusu's back as she turned around and left.

Meng Tian knew very well about the reputation of Fusu Young Master. It was like today, sleeping overnight in the Nvlu? In the past, the Young Master would never be able to do such a thing.

But not only did it today? But there were two at the same time?

In addition to envying the separation of the walls, Meng Tian felt that before he knew it, Mr. Fusu had made such a big change?

"Mr. Meng, Miss Chunhua misses you so much these days." Yun Niang greeted her at this time and said in a daze.

"Okay, let Miss Chunhua accompany me tonight." Meng Tian nodded.

I originally thought that I had met Mr. Fusu tonight, so I had to go back to the military camp, but I didn't expect...

"Well, I'm not going to stay in Nulu overnight, I'm going to protect the safety of the young master next to me. That's right, that's it."

Meng Tian quickly found a high-sounding reason for herself to stay.

...

Upstairs, in the private room, Hongmei was even more enthusiastic, with a soft and hot body, and boldly leaning on Fusu: "Young Master gave me a poem to Xuemei. I like it very much. From now on, my heart will be yours."

"Young Master, drink water." Bai Xue was relatively gentle and poured Fusu a glass of water enthusiastically.

After Fusu drank all the drinks, he leaned gently in Fusu's arms, closed his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes trembled: "Please be merciful."

The soft jade is warm and fragrant, and two beauties are in their arms. Can you bear this?

"Ahem, wait a moment, can you call Yun Niang over? I want to talk to her about something..."

Bai Xue and Hong Mei looked up suddenly and looked at Fusu in disbelief.
Chapter completed!