In the Daliang Palace, Xiong Jing wanted to see the reason why his brother exposed it. He carefully studied everyone who knew about this. When the autumn wind was rising, Zhao Zheng was watching a flock of pigeons in the garden. The nobles had six grains, six animals, six birds, six clears, and eight treasures. Pigeons were one of the six birds. No one could have imagined that pigeons could actually pass letters and became a tool for the Jing people and spies.

The pigeons on the pigeon cage were yelling. When Zhao Zheng walked in without avoiding the stench, they flew up quickly and rolled up fine pigeon dung and fluff. The Persians who were tamed of the pigeons quickly crawled to Zhao Zhengxing and asked for atonement.

Aristotle IV said in time: "Portraits are afraid of strangers, they rely only on the tames."

After slapping the fluff in front of him, Zhao Zheng did not retreat and asked, "When will this pigeon be sent to the news?"

"Your Majesty," Aristotle IV did not understand Persian, and after several twists, he said: "Your Majesty, this is not a consignment pigeon. It must be selected and trained for a long time to pass on the letter."

"Geometry?" Zhao Zheng asked, "The transmission of messages is crucial. Even if they cannot be used for military messages, they can be used for military messages."

This time, Aristotle IV did not ask the Persian pigeons again and said, "If your Majesty urgently needs pigeons, the fastest way is to buy them from Sogdiana. In Egypt, ancient Babylon, Persia and Greece, they started using pigeons hundreds of years ago. If your Majesty buys a batch of pigeons and wait for them to lay eggs and hatch small pigeons, they can use it."

"Buy from Daxia Country?" Zhao Zheng couldn't help but frown when he heard that he wanted to buy pigeons from such a distance.

"Yes. There is also the Seleucid sickle chariot, which is ten times better than the ones used in Qin State now." Aristotle IV talked about the chariots naturally. He had seen the Qin army's chariots, and there were carriages on both sides of the axle, but the length of the carriage was significantly shorter than that of the sickle, and it could not form an arc-shaped stir like a sickle, and could only push forward in parallel.

"The most important thing is books," weapons are not Aristotle IV's favorite. "I suggest that your Majesty send envoys to the Library of Alexandria, the capital of Egypt, and bring books to copy some great works from there and translate them into Qinni. For example, the great "Homera Epic", Hesiod's "Divine List", Aristotle's "Instrumental Theory" and "Poetics", Plato's "The Ideal Kingdom", and Euclid's "Geometric Origin"..."

Aristotle IV proclaimed a series of titles, which were books that Zhao Zheng had never heard of.

"As far as I know, the Chuni people are buying these books in large numbers, some of which have been translated into Chuni." If people on this land want to Hellenize, they must translate Greek works and spread Greek ideas. Aristotle IV is worried that Zhao Zheng would disagree, so she mentioned that Chu was doing this.

Zhao Zheng knew it was useful, but he was a little confused about these books with strange names. He asked, "What are the uses of these classics?"

"Use?" If you want to talk about the use, even Euclid's "The Origin of Geometry" is not very useful. Legend has it that a young man rashly broke into Euclid's school and asked him what it would be for him to learn geometry. Euclid said to his servant: "Give three coins to this gentleman, and he wants to gain real benefits in his studies."

Aristotle IV understood a little why Chuni translated those books and did not publish them in newspapers. For ordinary people in distress, anything should be useful and valuable. Books are not used. This is a game for the nobles in their spare time.

"Your Majesty, they are useless," Aristotle IV said honestly, "but they are very, very, very important."

Aristotle IV used three extraordinary things in a row. Zhao Zheng looked at him and said another thing: "Can they really solve the mystery of witch medicine?"

The power of the witchcraft is unparalleled, and the giant Jing crossbow is not its enemy. In order to defeat the Jing people, Zhao Zheng could not take care of the confidentiality of "the country's weapon is not shown to others". The Shaofu must imitate the witchcraft as soon as possible to fight against the Chu army.

"Your Majesty, if there is only one place in the world that can crack the secrets of witch medicine, then it is the only Library of Alexander." Aristotle IV vowed, "There are more than 400,000 books there, and all the secrets of the world are recorded in those books; there are the greatest philosophers, historians and alchemists, who will surely know what the powder is and how it is prepared..."

The witch medicine contains sulfur, which is certain. The method of using Archimedes to test the authenticity of the Golden Crown. In the past few days, Aristotle IV has tested the use of charcoal instead of coal powder in the witch medicine. However, in addition to these two substances, he doesn't know what else is in the witch medicine.

The Chu people attacked Xianyang and seized a large number of bamboo slips from the Yan Dynasty, the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Guowei Mansion, and the Shaofu. The Chu army's strategists did not immediately read the bamboo slips that recorded the witch medicine. This should be due to the word "witch medicine" written on the bamboo slips. They thought it was a drug to treat injuries and were not clear about witch medicine, which was gunpowder, and were eager to find out that the Qin spies in Guandong and put them in the box to be read.

The fire in Xianyang City destroyed everything, but there was a city protection around the royal city, and there were high walls on the inside of the city protection, so the entire Xianyang turned into scorched earth. Except for the smoke of some temples and palace maids, the whole royal city was fine. Now Zhao Zheng allowed the witch medicine to be sent to Alexandria, and every pore on Aristotle IV was smiling.

"Shan." Zhao Zheng only answered one Shan, and he was desperate to destroy Chu in order to revenge.

Aristotle IV was about to ask who the envoy who was going to Alexandria, and the whimpering crying came from afar. The crying was Fusu, and behind him was Mi Wen, the mother of Mi Li. Fusu came over crying and whimpered, kneeling in front of Zhao Zheng, "Father...Father, Father..., Wuwuwu, save...Mother, save...Mother..., Wuwuwuwu..."

The day before yesterday, Zhao Zheng kicked Mi Lu to the ground and furious. At first, no imperial doctor dared to treat him. However, the queen mother Zhao Ji, who was playing with mice, didn't want Mi Lu to die so happily. She ordered two imperial doctors, then bandaged the wound, straightened the broken bones, prescribed a prescription for treatment, and temporarily saved her life. However, today, the two imperial doctors were killed by Zhao Zheng, and Fusu had to come to ask Zhao Zheng.

The child's whimpering cry sounded pitifully, but Zhao Zheng was forced to avoid it. He wanted a eldest son who only belonged to the Qin Dynasty, not a eldest son who was kind to the Chu people.

"Your Majesty," Aristotle IV was Fusu's teacher, and he called Zhao Zheng. "Even if the queen is wrong, Fusu is not wrong. Respecting parents is what every prince should do."

In the past few days, anyone who pleaded for the Chu people was beheaded by Zhao Zheng. However, Aristotle IV was an adult after all. Zhao Zheng wanted to get angry and endured his anger. He turned to stare at the crying Fusu and asked, "Are you a Qin or a Jing person?"

"Yes... it's a Qin person." Fusu stopped crying when her father drank, but the tears did not stop and flowed directly on her tender cheeks.

"Your uncle," Zhao Zheng said, gritting his teeth, his expression ferociously. "Is it a good person or a bad person? Is the Jing person a good person or a bad person?"

"Yes, it's good," Fusu was stunned by his father's expression. Fortunately, he changed his voice as soon as the word "good" was released. He replied loudly: "It's the evil man, my uncle is the evil man, and Jing is also the evil man..."

Fusu's answer was correct, which made Mi Wen, who was kneeling behind him, hold his hand on his chest and quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

"However," Zhao Zheng disappeared, his cheeks were still bulging. He pulled out his sword and threw it directly in front of his son, saying, "Since you know that the Jing people are evil people, then the father wants you to kill her, she is the Jing people."

Zhao Zheng pointed his hand and ordered Fusu to kill Mi Wen. Mi Wen brought Fusu to ask Zhao Zheng, but he didn't expect the king to kill him. She said in fear: "Good luck, please spare me!"

Fusu was stunned when he heard this. Mi Wen was the closest one of his mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother was also stunned. Fusu was stunned when Fusu heard this. He was stunned. He was stunned. He was stunned. He was the mother of the mother and the mother was the one who was closest to him. He didn't expect that his father wanted to kill her.

"Why not kill? Is the Jing people not evil? Is the Jing people not evil?!" Zhao Zheng saw his son hesitation and shouted in anger. He bent down and stuffed the sword into Fusu's hand, pointed at Mi Wen, who was still frightened, and ordered: "Still her to death! stab her to death!!"

Seeing that Zhao Zheng wanted his son to stab his concubine to death, Aristotle IV wanted to persuade him again, but Wu Ji quickly stopped him and signaled no. Influenced by the right prime minister Xiong Qi, all officials related to the State of Chu were arrested and detained in the past two days, and the queen was also thrown into the cold palace. Anyone with discerning eyes knew that this was no longer a court struggle, but a struggle between the Qin and the Chu people.

A large number of Chu officials were cleaned up, a large number of Chu Temple people and palace maids were replaced, and a large number of Chu-style objects were smashed and burned. In the past, walking on the streets were full of Chu Guan, Chu clothing, and Chu cars. Now when I go on the streets, let alone Chu Guan and Chu clothing, even the red flags hanging high outside the shops were replaced with green, yellow, and white. If the red flags were said to be Chu Feng and Chu style, the shops would be in trouble.

"I won't stab you!" Zhao Zheng stared at his son. He hated the cowardly people. It would be impossible for the Qin Dynasty to be handed over to a cowardly person in the future.

"Wow—" Fusu was so scared by Zhao Zheng that he dared not cry, but now he was drunk and started crying again.

"Since that's the case, go and collect the body of your mother." Zhao Zheng gave up the urging and was about to retrieve the sword in Fusu's hand. However, Fusu did not let go. When Zhao Zheng tried harder, he closed his eyes and said loudly, "Ah", and the sword finally stabbed Mi Wen who was lying on the ground.

The iron sword was sharp and stabbed Mi Wen, but did not hit the vital point. Zhao Zheng said in a deep voice: "Puncture again! Don't close your eyes."

"Ah--" Fusu, whose hands were covered in blood, stabbed again. He seemed to be unable to hear Mi Wen's scream. There was only Zhao Zheng's voice in his heart.

"Another stab." Zhao Zheng smiled. From this moment on, he took back his son from Mi Lu.
Chapter completed!