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Luo Fei turned his head and saw that Fu Su's face was full of envy and expectation.

He took a Tang-style horizontal sword from his ring and threw it over.

Fusu reached out and caught it steadily, holding the knife in his arms with both hands.

He gently stroked the scabbard with his fingers for a moment before pulling the sword out of its sheath.

His lips unconsciously turned up, revealing a happy smile.

Thank you, teacher!

His voice was cheerful as he sheathed the knife, held it tightly to his chest, and seemed reluctant to let it go.

Luo Fei didn't look at Fu Su, but instead took out all the remaining knives from the ring and piled them up on the ground into a small mountain.

The First Emperor looked at the pile of knives and waved his hand.

A strange whistle then sounded from behind the main hall.

Four men in black quickly emerged from behind the curtain at the back of the hall, knelt down in front of the pile of knives, and each took one.

Without uttering a word, their movements were perfectly synchronized. After retrieving the knife, they retreated behind the curtain and concealed themselves.

Almost simultaneously, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

Dozens of people dressed in the same black as the guards poured in from the main hall entrance. They lined up in two rows, squatted down in front of the pile of knives, and each picked up a stack of knives.

Throughout the entire process, no one spoke or fought over the knife. They turned around, clutching their knives, and quickly retreated from the main hall.

Luo Fei stood aside, silently watching the actions of the men in black, and nodded unconsciously.

The knives in the main hall were quickly removed.

Luo Fei turned to look at the First Emperor, his gaze falling on his young face.

Suddenly remembering something, he took his phone out of the ring.

The First Emperor stared at the strange object that had suddenly appeared in Luo Fei's hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

Luo Fei turned on the camera and pointed his phone at the First Emperor.

He adjusted the angle, and after the First Emperor's expression became more natural, he pressed the shutter several times in succession.

The sound was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the silent main hall.

The First Emperor's body stiffened slightly. He didn't know what the sound was, nor did he understand what Luo Fei had done to him with that little thing.

His brows furrowed even more, and his lips moved as if he wanted to ask, "What is this?", but in the end he didn't speak.

Luo Fei opened the photo and handed the phone to the First Emperor.

The First Emperor took the phone, looked down at the screen, and when he saw himself on the screen, his eyes widened suddenly.

He reached out and gently touched the screen. His fingertips first touched the smooth glass, and then "touched" his own face on the screen.

He swiped his finger across the screen, and the image on the screen moved along with it. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand.

"This is... me?"

His voice had a slightly ethereal quality.

Luo Fei only said one word: "Yes".

The First Emperor stretched out his finger again, but this time he didn't slide it across the screen. Instead, he gently tapped his own face on the screen with his fingertip.

The image didn't move; his finger left a faint fingerprint on the glass.

His lips slowly curved upwards, revealing a smile.

Fusu's attention shifted from the knife, and he curiously leaned closer, looking at the portrait of the First Emperor on the phone screen. He opened his mouth in surprise and said, "Father, this portrait looks exactly like you!"

The First Emperor turned his head and glared at him, then returned the phone to Luo Fei without saying a word.

Luo Fei took the phone and pointed the camera at Fusu.

Fusu paused for a moment, then straightened up, held Tang Hengdao in his arms to his chest, raised his chin slightly, and smiled.

With a "click," Luo Fei took a picture of him.

Fusu quickly stepped forward, and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw himself on the screen.

Luo Fei handed the phone to Fusu and taught him how to take pictures. Then he walked to the First Emperor's side and put his hand on his shoulder.

The First Emperor turned his head and glanced at him, without looking away.

Fusu held up his phone, the camera pointed at Luo Fei and the First Emperor.

He looked at the two people on the screen—the Imperial Advisor and his father, one wearing a blue and white gradient flowing robe, the other wearing a black deep robe, standing side by side like brothers.

He pressed the shutter, and with a "click," the image was captured.

Luo Fei walked back, took the phone from Fu Su, looked down at the group photo, thought it was pretty good, and then put the phone into his ring.

The sound of eunuchs' footsteps could be heard outside the palace.

The eunuch walked to the entrance of the main hall, bowed, and announced in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, Chancellor Li Si requests an audience."

The First Emperor raised his hand from the table, waved it, and said, "Summon."

The eunuch turned and called out towards the outside of the hall, "Summon Prime Minister Li Si to the hall—"

Li Si walked in from outside the hall. He walked hurriedly and carried a scroll made of paper produced by the paper mill.

He didn't look well; there were dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were chapped.

Li Si walked to the center of the hall, bowed, cupped his hands, raised the scroll above his head, and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

The First Emperor glanced at him and said only one word: "Speak."

Li Si straightened up, took a few steps forward, placed the scroll on the table, and slowly unrolled it.

The paper was covered with densely handwritten Qin seal script, the ink not yet completely dry.

"The books brought by the Imperial Preceptor are being actively translated by the civil officials. Agricultural books, industrial books, medical books, and military books have all been translated into Qin seal script. The seeds that the agricultural officials are trying to plant are growing well."

"The agricultural implements such as the curved plow and waterwheel made by the craftsmen have been promoted in various counties of Guanzhong. The people have tried to cultivate the land with the new plows and have praised them for saving time and effort."

"The method of refining fine salt has also been spread to the salt officials in various counties. The people can finally eat salt that does not taste bitter."

He paused, catching his breath.

"There is another matter. The military books brought by the Imperial Advisor are being eagerly passed around among the generals. General Zhang Han has adapted the training methods based on 'The Art of War,' and the soldiers are currently training with great enthusiasm."

"only--"

He hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Luo Fei.