Xianyang.

At dusk.

Many clans in the city received letters from Huafu.

Looking at the "inspection" tied with a rope, each recipient had a different attitude, but in the end, they chose to disassemble the "seal".

Looking at the contents of the letter, everyone looked completely different.

Someone took a few glances and left it aside. Someone pondered for a long time and sighed a long time, then placed it aside. However, some people thought for a while and immediately picked up the pen and re-wrote the memorial.

The attitudes of major clans towards this are fully demonstrated.

The palace.

It's late at night.

Wang Ben also received a message from Huafu.

He did not rush to take it apart, but placed it on the table, and then took a bowl of medicine to the next room. There were several maids in the room serving the old man on the couch. Wang Ben waved to everyone, and the maids around him hurriedly retreated.

Wang Ben approached slightly.

In the living room, a thin old man fell asleep weakly and started to snore from time to time. His saliva flowed from his slightly opened mouth to his neck indecently. Seeing this, Wang Ben couldn't help but burst into tears.

He shouted softly:

"Ahon."

It seemed that he had heard the call. The old man who was sleeping on the bed opened his eyes slightly, his face was already a lingering look, his skinny cheeks twitched slightly, he gritted his teeth tightly, and he was thrusting with a huge pain that was beyond words all over his body.

If you are not familiar with the old man in front of you, no one will recognize that this was Wang Jian, the once powerful general of Qin.

Wang Jian was breathing unsteadily.

Wang Ben's heart was filled with sourness and heat, and he couldn't help but overflow, and he couldn't swallow his voice.

"Ahon..."

Wang Ben put the medicinal spoon in the soup and fed it to Wang Jian's mouth. He held back the tears that filled his eyes and swallowed even more:

"Ahon took medicine."

"This is the medicine prescribed by the Imperial Physician."

"Aweng took the medicine and his health was getting better."

Wang Jian found Wang Ben on the side of the bed with difficulty, and signaled his son to help him sit up. Wang Ben quickly put the medicine aside and reached out to straighten Wang Jian, who was as thin as a child.

Sitting straight.

Wang Jian's turbid eyes were much clearer.

He said slowly:

"Ben'er."

"Your sincerity and filial piety are known to your father."

"But you are the Grand Marshal of the Great Qin, how can you easily slacke in government affairs for me, a dying person?"

"Aweng..." Wang Ben shed tears.

Wang Jian raised his hand, gasped for a few times, and said, "Our Wang family has been the prime minister of Qin for generations, and will never do anything to let Your Majesty down. I have not had much time left. I will remind you again. Our Wang family only has one ancestral teaching, which is, 'Loyal to the Qin Dynasty and the royal family of the Qin Dynasty'."

"You remember it clearly."

Wang Ben nodded and said, "I know."

Wang Jian continued:

"Ben'er, you have a firm and honest personality. I don't worry about you. It's just Wang Li and Wang Ping, these juniors, don't lose your mind for them. I know, Your Majesty wants to promise Shuru to the young prince Hu Hai, but you must warn these juniors not to participate."

"I, Wang, are the king."

"Who is the second emperor among the princes, who is my Wang family?"

"Ahem."

Wang Ben quickly grabbed Wang Jian's hand and said anxiously, "Aweng, don't say it anymore. I know what you said. Wang will not participate in these."

"I understand Ahon's thoughts."

"The merit of owning the king can indeed ensure that my Wang family is rich and noble. However, if something goes wrong, it will be a disaster for Wang family. Although the Wang family's prime minister will not be favored by the emperor, it is enough for these juniors to defend their family business."

"I see."

"I understand everything."

"Ahon, please stop talking."

"Drink medicine."

Hearing words.

Wang Jian nodded.

Then he opened his mouth and took a few sips of the medicine.

After drinking, Wang Ben carefully placed Ah Weng flat on the couch and re-covered the white cloth quilt. Wang Jian had fallen asleep again.

At this time.

Wang Ben suddenly started coughing.

He did not dare to wake up Ahweng, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and went outside the house. He coughed several times, and then he got a little better. However, blood had already flowed from the palms that covered his mouth just now.

Wang Ben glanced at him and didn't care.

Wipe it off with a sweat towel and turn around and go to the study.

Looking at the letters sent by Hua Fu, Wang Ben's eyes also showed a strange look.

The Wang family has not been walking with other clans for a long time.

When Huafu and other clans jointly forced the palace, the Wang clan did not participate, so they were deliberately alienated by these clans, and they directly cut off contact later. In addition, his daughter Wang Shuru was given a marriage to the young prince Hu Hai by His Majesty.

This makes the relationship between the two even more cold.

How could Huafu pass on a letter to himself?

Still so serious!

The Qin Dynasty letters were made of wood chips, and the envelopes were also made of wood chips.

Confidential letters are made of two wooden slips above and below. The letters are called letters, which are used for letters, and the letters are called inspections, and the letters are sealed. There are carving grooves on the inspections to seal the ropes and seal them.

After people write a letter, they will use another blank bamboo slip of the same size to cover the characters. If the letter is longer, the front and back of the bamboo slip will be filled with characters, or add another bamboo slip, and finally cover the back with a blank bamboo slip.

Whether it is two pieces of desks, three pieces, or more, they will end up clamping together like sandwiches and tied with a rope.

This is the letter from the Qin Dynasty.

There is no need to "seal" for ordinary letters.

What is sealing?

To prevent someone from secretly untiing the rope and peeping with letters, they specially made confidential measures, that is, paste a special sealing mud on the knots and then stamp the mud surface. This procedure is called "sealing".

After this letter is delivered to the recipient, the recipient needs to use a knife to pry the sealing mud open. If someone in the middle prys open the sealing mud privately, the sealing mud cannot be restored, and the recipient will naturally know if anyone has read the letter in the middle.

Wang Ben pried open the sealing mud with a knife.

I took out the "letter" from the letter and looked carefully.

After reading.

Wang Ben also showed solemnity on his face.

He said to himself:

"I just feel strange why this matter broke out so rapidly. It turns out that this is the case. In today's court, internal troubles are greater than external troubles."

"Some people are too selfish!"

Wang Ben snorted coldly, picked up his pen and wrote the memorial.

......

Li’s study room.

Li Si sat next to the desk with deep and solemn eyes.

At this time, Li Si cleaned his gray-white hair today, and was scattered on his shoulders in a mess, but the Xie Feng crown, which symbolizes his identity, was wearing extremely straightforward, and a pan bag with a seal hanging around his waist, making him look a little weird.

Behind him was a bronze lamp stand.

Under the bright light, you can see the width of Li Si's study, like a huge hall, with bookshelves and boards staggered, and long bamboo slips of different specifications hung all over the bookshelf, and documents piled up on each large table.

It's like a large library.

Li Si picked up the pen.

But I haven't finished writing for a long time.
To be continued...