Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 595 How dare he change the laws of Qin, how dare he alter the situation of a strong nation and a weak people...

Zhang Yuan had never met Wang Mengxi.

But Zhang Yuan had met Wang Mengxi before.

Wang Mengxi's Spring Mountain Painting enabled Zhang Yuan to achieve many things beyond martial arts.

The Spring Mountain Painting and the Spring Mountain Grotto are also among the secrets in Zhang Yuan's possession.

"Does Headmaster Yao know Mr. Mengxi?"

Zhang Yuan walked to the table and sat down, looking at Yao Baiyue who had a smile on her face.

Yao Baiyue nodded and chuckled, "When I first met him, he wasn't called Wang Mengxi yet."

I really know him.

Zhang Yuan nodded, reached for the teapot in front of him, filled the teacup in front of Yao Baiyue, poured a cup for the middle-aged scholar next to him, and then picked up the upside-down teacup and poured a cup of tea in front of himself.

He picked up the teapot and said, "Go brew a pot of fresh tea."

Standing at the door, the stunned waiter finally came to his senses. He trembled, his face flushed, and he stepped forward, his hands shaking as he took the teapot. Then he turned and walked out.

He walked straight outside, his face filled with excitement, his steps quickening: "Manager, Lord Marquis, Lord Marquis, he's come to our teahouse—"

Inside the private room, Yao Baiyue narrowed her eyes and stared intently at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan wasn't in a hurry; he simply held his teacup and slowly sipped his tea.

The middle-aged scholar standing to the side glanced at Zhang Yuan, then at Yao Baiyue, and remained silent.

The teahouse owner hurriedly brought over some dried fruit and small dishes, along with the waiter and a teapot, and stammered a few words.

Zhang Yuan asked the shopkeeper how business was going and then inquired about the tea market.

Only after the shopkeeper had answered all the questions did he wave him away.

"Is the Marquis of Qingyang truly planning to remain in the Eastern Territory for an extended period, given his concern for the people's livelihood?"

Inside the private room, Yao Baiyue looked at Zhang Yuan and spoke softly.

Zhang Yuan nodded and said, "Now that I am in charge of Donghan County, I will naturally stay in the eastern territory for a long time."

Yao Baiyue pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "Everyone knows that Marquis Qingyang is unparalleled in martial arts and is also the head of the Martial Control Division."

"You should be the sword in the hands of His Majesty the Great Qin, but now this sword seems to be lying idle in the Eastern Territory. Aren't you afraid of ending up in a miserable state?"

Yao Baiyue's words caused the middle-aged scholar standing to look up at Zhang Yuan.

For a close advisor like Zhang Yuan, the greatest fear was losing the emperor's trust and confidence.

Since the Marquis of Qingyang was not in the capital of Qin, there were many people who wanted to take his place in the eyes of the Qin emperor.

If it were anyone else, they would have acted swiftly and decisively in Donghan County, stabilizing the situation through a massacre, and then quickly returning to the capital.

But now this Marquis of Qingyang seems to be planning to stay permanently in Donghan County.

Wasn't he afraid of losing the emperor's trust?
"Headmaster Yao, who said I left this longsword idle in Donghan County?" Zhang Yuan put down his teacup and picked up the teapot.

"Officialdom, powerful families, the martial world, and even enemies from the Three Kingdoms—I feel I can't possibly kill them all."

"Where does the claim of it being idle come from?"

Across from her, Yao Baiyue's originally calm expression slowly turned solemn.

With her hands pressed on the small table in front of her, Yao Baiyue stared intently at Zhang Yuan.

The divine soul and righteous power of a Grandmaster of Confucianism and Taoism permeated this small room.

In that instant, the surrounding area of ​​about ten feet seemed to freeze completely.

"Officials, powerful families, the martial world, foreign enemies—you must kill them all," Yao Baiyue said slowly, staring at Zhang Yuan. "For whom will you kill?"

"For the people," Zhang Yuan replied loudly.

"Officials, powerful families, and martial artists—these are the foundation of the Great Qin. Are you going to destroy this foundation for the sake of ordinary people, who are like ants?" Yao Baiyue narrowed her eyes. "In that case, I should thank Marquis Qingyang on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Qi." "The foundation of the Great Qin lies in these trillions of people." Zhang Yuan's expression remained unchanged as he placed his hands on his knees. "Officials, powerful families, and martial artists all rose from among the common people."

“I’m afraid that when the people of the Eastern Territory are prosperous and strong, and the supply of soldiers is inexhaustible, Jiang Yuanliang will not even be able to sleep well.”

Jiang Yuanliang was the name of an emperor of the State of Qi.

The middle-aged scholar sitting to the side frowned.

He was from the State of Qi and held an official position in Qi.

Zhang Yuan's words showed absolutely no respect for the Qi emperor.

"Hehe, the people are prosperous and strong, and the soldiers are endless. Do you think you can do that, Marquis Qingyang?" Sitting there, Yao Baiyue's fingertips trembled slightly as she spoke slowly.

His gaze now seemed somewhat unfocused.

It seems that something is being suppressed.

"Headmaster Yao, how about we make a bet?" Zhang Yuan sat up straight and looked at Yao Baiyue.

"If the people of my Eastern Territory are truly strong and prosperous, and we have an inexhaustible source of soldiers, then when Qin and Qi are at war, Master Yao will advise Jiang Yuanliang to relinquish the throne and submit to Great Qin, so as to avoid the suffering of the people."

Yao Baiyue looked at Zhang Yuan and nodded, saying, "If you, Marquis Qingyang, cannot do that—"

“If I can’t do it, there’s no stake to be had.” Zhang Yuan shook his head and said calmly, “At that time, I will inevitably lose His Majesty’s trust, and my life and future will hang by a thread. I will have no right to talk about stakes.”

Zhang Yuan stood up, drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, and then said, "Although this Qi Kingdom Yunshuang tea is a bit coarse, it can quench my thirst."

After saying that, he placed his hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist and walked straight out the door.

Inside the private room, the middle-aged scholar watched Zhang Yuan leave before turning to look at Yao Baiyue.

Yao Baiyue shook her head and sighed softly, "I can't figure him out..."

I can't figure it out!
Yao Baiyue, the headmaster of Caiwei Academy, who was known as a master of Confucianism and Taoism, was unable to fathom the fate of this Marquis Qingyang.

The middle-aged scholar's expression shifted, and he said in a low voice, "Then, teacher, about this bet—"

“If Zhang Qingyang can really do it, what can Qi do but surrender?” Yao Baiyue stood up and looked out the window. “If he really has such a large army and such people, Qin will no longer have four kingdoms and three regions.”

The middle-aged scholar opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a moment.

Yao Baiyue looked out the window and muttered to herself, "How dare he change the laws of Qin, how dare he alter the situation of a strong nation and a weak people..."

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The great river flows swiftly downstream.

Li Cheng, the leader of the Changyun Gang, stood on the bluestone steps of the Jiuchuan River Wharf, the damp air carrying the fishy smell wafting towards him.

He watched as the passenger ship, flying a golden flag, slowly approached the shore. The dull thud of the ship's side hitting the wooden stakes startled the egrets in the reeds.

When the boatman threw out the rope, he clearly saw that the knot was adorned with a bronze buckle with cloud patterns, a feature usually reserved for military families of the imperial city.

This ship came from the imperial city.

"Hurry up! We only have half an hour to rest. We need to pass Luoying Gorge before 7 PM!" Amidst the boatman's shouts, several young men in brocade robes stepped off the boat onto the gangplank.

The young man leading the group was barely twenty years old, and the jade pendant at his waist was exquisite, exuding an ethereal aura.

Li Cheng's ears twitched slightly; his Dragon Elephant Grandmaster cultivation allowed him to clearly hear the whispers between the boy and his companion.

“Grandfather has transferred all the spirit rice from the twelve granaries in the south of the city to Donghan County. This time, we will first go to measure the river channel…” The boy’s fingertips brushed over the newly inlaid blood jade marrow on the hilt of the sword, which was clearly a specialty of Broken Soul Gorge.

The woman in purple behind chuckled and added, "'Go to the Eastern Territory.' His Majesty's calligraphy hangs high in the main hall of the academy, and even the Lu family's prodigy has been assigned to oversee the river construction. We have no choice but to come to the Eastern Territory."

Cold sweat seeped from Li Cheng's palms as the resounding words "Every inch of land is bought with blood" from the Spring Mountain Painting overlapped dramatically with the scene before him.

"If Your Majesty could write a calligraphy piece for the youth of the world, calling on all promising young people of Qin to come to the Eastern Territory for training, the Eastern Territory would surely become even more lively."

Black Tiger's casual remark actually came true.

In this world, who could make the Emperor of Qin personally wield his brush?
(End of this chapter)