It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 478: Chidao River Map, Mo Qi's Notes
Zhao Jia had no idea that his words would come true. After all, he was puzzled by the matter of Changle Palace. Ying Hehua was determined to become a widow at such a young age.

Not only is the outside of Li Xian's study weird, but the inside is also weird.

After all, Zhao Jia had never seen the combination of modern chairs and tables. He took the chair pushed by Azhi with half belief and half doubt, and sat opposite Ying Hehua.

"The little princess didn't want to tell me what she was thinking about writing the marriage certificate. You should give Fusu an explanation. Fusu has been worried these days. You shouldn't let him worry about you."

"I will explain it to my brother in person later."

Zhao Jia smiled and said, "No need to wait, Fusu will return to Xianyang in a few days."

"Why?"

He glanced at Li Xian, then handed the scroll in his arms to Ying Hehua.

"Princess, please see for yourself."

The above are the books left by Wang Wan. In addition to Wang Wan's books, there is also an old article by his teacher Cai Ze about Sima Cuo's conquest of Shu and the construction of the Shu-Qin Chidao.

Others might guess the purpose of Wang Wan sending this letter to Meng Tian, ​​but Xu Zhi knew without much thought that this was the beginning of the Chidao project.

According to the history Xu Zhi knew, the Chidao was officially built in the 27th year of Emperor Qin Shihuang, that is, one year later. The Chidao was centered in Xianyang and had two main lines. One went directly to Yan and Qi, which are now Shandong and Hebei, and the other went to Wu and Chu, which are now the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, until it reached the coast. It was said that "Yan and Qi in the east, Wu and Chu in the south, and the view of the rivers and lakes and the seaside is complete."

She was about to hand it to Li Xian.

Zhao Jia stopped talking, "I know the princess has a way, but you have to think carefully before you show him this scroll."

Judging from the letter, Fusu did not have much confidence in this matter.

Xu Zhi thought about it carefully and quickly understood Zhao Jia.

If Li Si does not agree to build the Chidao, it will be difficult to open this passage.

The empire's ten years of continuous conquests drove away Wang Wan and indirectly led to Yao Jia's withdrawal from the political arena, so the overall financial coordination was concentrated in the hands of Li Si.

In addition to the issue of money, Li Xian also knew that his father had always advocated conquering Chu and Qi first.

Xu Zhi decided to test Zhao Jia first. She withdrew her hand and asked, "In your opinion, do you think this is necessary?"

Seeing that Ying Hehua was asking seriously, he took out a map from his sleeve.

"Look, if this place is opened, we don't have to go through Shangjun and Yunzhong, and can go straight to Jiuyuan from Yunyang North. This road can be used for military preparations, and it can also be a channel for Central Plains to communicate with the outside world."

This answer made Xu Zhi quite satisfied.

Li Xian's cold voice suddenly sounded from behind the screen.

"A passage? The young master has been in Dai for many years. How can we know if he has any ulterior motives?"

Zhao Jia squeezed the cup. Li Xian was just as they expected. Of course, he would walk with his father and would not agree to build a straight road.

He was also worried that Li Xian would expose his poison, so he found another topic and said sarcastically, "If I can still stir up any trouble, it will first be because you, Lord Li, failed to monitor me carefully. Ying Zheng will kill you before he finds out that I have ulterior motives."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zhi gave him a warning look.

Zhao Jia added, "My heart is only for the soldiers and civilians in the border areas, and heaven and earth can bear witness to that. If Lord Li doesn't believe me, you can just send me to Yongcheng to be imprisoned like Tian Dan."

"Tian Dan presented Qi's most precious treasure, and you can't do it, sir."

Zhao Jia said disdainfully, "What Qi's most precious treasure? It's just a piece of broken jade. Only you guys think it's a treasure."

"Zhao Jia." Xu Zhi scolded him.

He smiled and said, "You will know when you see it. It is just a piece of topaz."

"What topaz?"

"I saw that thing when I was young. My father said it was a treasure brought by the princess of Korea, that is, your mother. At that time, my father sent it to Chu when he asked for help in the Battle of Changping. Chu then gave it to Qi. After being passed back and forth between these big countries, the jade became more and more legendary and was worshipped as a treasure."

"What's the magical method?" Xu Zhi asked, putting down the cup in his hand and taking the album.

The maps from the pre-Qin period were marked upside down and difficult to understand.

She stood up to look for a brush, but there were only a few brushes in Li Xian's room, only hard and sharp carving knives.

"The pen is placed on the third layer." said Li Xian.

The brush in Xu Zhi's hand was indeed an old brush. The bamboo of the brush holder had turned yellow, but the brush head was well preserved, and the iron sheet covering the soft bristles was still strong and not even rusted.

Thirteen years ago, she used this pen to dip into water and wrote some things about the ending to Li Xian on the desk in Li Si's mansion.

She drew coordinates, which included ratio (scale), direction (direction), distance (distance), height (terrain undulation), angle of inclination and straightness (the curvature of rivers and roads).

Zhao Jia took her picture and noticed the caption on it. He was shocked. A picture that claimed to be from the hand of the god of war Bai Qi was circulated among the border troops. It not only marked the Seven Kingdoms era, but also the four directions of the world, and a large undeveloped wasteland outside the belly. This picture was burned when Bai Qi was sentenced to death in Duling, but a page of footnotes was snatched out by the Han people and presented to Li Mu before the Battle of Changping. Li Mu showed it to him, who was still the prince at the time.

Zhao Jia never forgot the icon of a horizontal and a vertical line that together formed a "+" with an arrow on it.

For all these years, no one knew who drew the map.

Now! The exact same icon was placed in front of Zhao Jia.

Ying Hehua hadn't even given birth at that time.

Unless there is a ghost!
Or, "This is the caption of the picture. Who taught the princess?"

He asked seriously, and Xu Zhi couldn't understand for a moment. She couldn't say that she learned it during the nine-year compulsory education. "My teachers are all in the academy."

"Academy. Which doctor is the princess's tutor?" he asked anxiously.

Xu Zhi was also eager to know about the jade. Her strong sixth sense told her that it was very likely what she had been looking for.

She also spoke quickly.

"Of course it's Chun Yuyue."

"Besides Grand Tutor Chunyu, has no one else taught the princess?"

"Wei Liao. He told me about his book."

Zhao Jia was slightly surprised that someone like Wei Liao had taught her. But Wei Liao had been in Daliang in his early years...

"Who else?"

"What else?" She was a little impatient. "And, there's Zhang,"... She stopped immediately, lowered her eyelashes, and subconsciously avoided the name, "... Nine years ago, my father asked the son of Prime Minister Han to be my tutor." After she finished speaking, she pulled the map back from Zhao Jia's hand and said unhappily, "I marked it for your convenience, and you are questioning me?"

Yes, it was Zhang Liang. He was a Korean. Ying Hehua's annotations might not have been taught by Zhang Liang.

Zhao Jia thought for a while, and Ying Hehua quickly asked about the rumors about Hetu.

Coincidentally, that thing also came from Korea. His father had warned him and Zhao Qian not to tell anyone else, but that was a long time ago.

Amidst the dim yellow light and the lingering scent of sandalwood, Ying Hehua waited attentively for what was to come.

"The Book of Changes says, 'The map comes out of the river, the book comes out of the Luo River, and the sages follow it.' The mysteries of the universe are all in this, and this is probably the origin of the River Map."

Xu Zhi was surprised, "So Tian Dan has already presented the River Map to my father?"

Zhao Jia hummed lightly.

No wonder Tian Dan was able to get out of prison so quickly.

The River Map and Luo Shu are cultural relics that her grandfather protected with his life. Although the River Map is only half, she always wants to see it with her own eyes.

If she were in Qin, it would not be difficult to ask Ying Zheng to show her the River Map.

Xu Zhi had already behaved like a witch in front of Zhao Jia, so it might not be a bad idea for her to be a prophet now.

"I looked at the map carefully. You are right. The straight road is blocked. It not only has a great impact on Meng Tian's attack on the Xiongnu, but also hinders Qin's external exchanges."

"I think Meng Tian came back this time not only to get married, but also to propose the construction of the Chi Road."

Zhao Jia saw her smiling gently at him again, his eyebrows curved, "As long as you don't exaggerate the matter of Changle Palace in front of my brother, I will come forward to talk to Prime Minister Li about this matter."

She put down her brush, turned over the bamboo slips on the table, and carved beautiful seal characters on the clean blank slips.

She smiled softly through the brown and yellow gauze.

"Besides, we have people to help us. Right, Jingqian?"

Zhao Jia didn't know what Li Xian's expression was, nor did he know what was written on that page of bamboo slips.

He only heard Li Xian's answer.

-

The day Fusu returned to Xianyang, it was dusk and he just happened to catch the wedding of Meng Tian and Ying Yuanman.

The fragrance of locust flowers in early summer seeped into the cracks in the Xianyang city walls and flowed into the imperial palace and the general's mansion.

The bronze chimes were humming. From the main hall came the muffled sound of a three-legged pottery tripod hitting the ground. The long-drawn “Dianyan” chant by the best man startled the grey sparrows on the eaves.

The sound of court officials chatting and laughing while holding lacquered cups was interrupted by the chirping of cicadas.