Da Qin: Send your wife at the beginning?Madam is actually a surprised salamander

Fu Nian took a few steps back before turning around.

As a result, when he turned around, he was greeted by a pair of wide-open eyes and was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

"Uncle Master, Master, Master, why...how did you come out?"

The door to the bookstore behind him was still closed, and Fu Nian didn't even hear the door open.

"Let me ask you, who sent this thing? Tell me quickly!"

Master Xunzi stared at Fu Nian with his eyes like fish bubbles.

If he dares to hesitate even for a moment, he will be slapped.

Fu Nian didn't dare to delay, so he quickly said: "Junior brother Han Fei sent someone to Korea to deliver it, saying that it must be handed over to his uncle."

It had arrived in a sealed box, so he didn't know what was inside.

It was only now that Master Xun raised the thing in his hand and asked him that he could see it clearly.

They are two thin pieces of white material.

One page was densely covered with words.

The other one was blank.

Cloth?

It does not seem.

This thing looks much thinner than cloth.

Before Fu Nian had finished wondering, Master Xun asked again: "Where is the person who sent the things? Where is he?"

Fu Nian pointed outside: "Let's go, we'll leave as soon as the things are delivered."

"Uncle Master, if you are looking for him, this disciple will go after him..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Xun disappeared.

Fu Nian nodded: "Well, it would be faster for you to catch up on your own!"

He couldn't help but wonder.

What on earth did Han Fei write on that thing that made Master Xun so embarrassed?

He was thinking as he walked outside the courtyard.

As soon as I stepped out of the moon-shaped arch, I turned a corner and was frightened by a pair of wide-eyed eyes that made me take a few steps back.

He patted his beating heart and asked: "Master, Master, Master, Uncle, are you back, or have you not been caught up?"

Master Xun's nostrils were filled with steam.

His stern face was stretched longer than a donkey, and his expression looked extremely solemn.

"I'm going to Korea. No one is allowed to enter the bookstore before I come back!"

Fu Nian was shocked by these words!

You know, for so many years, Master Xun never left the Little Sage Village.

He has never even stepped out of the bookstore door a few times.

The only few times I went to the palace were when I was invited by the Queen Mother of Qi State.

Now, I want to travel far away!

How could he not be surprised!

"But Junior Brother Han Fei is in trouble? I would like to go with Junior Brother."

The only possibility Fu Nian could think of was this.

Han Fei was one of the only two disciples of Master Xun, and he always valued Han Fei.

The current situation in South Korea and North Korea is in turmoil.

As the Ninth Young Master, Han Fei was in the whirlpool. He might have encountered some crisis and asked Master Xun for help.

Master Xun’s eyes were shining brightly.

If Fu Nian had the courage to stare at him, he would find that there was even excitement in him.

"No, you stay."

"I'll go in person, go in person."

"When I come back, my Confucianism will flourish!"

"This is a sacred object, a sacred object that can spread my Confucianism forever and benefit my Confucian disciples."

Master Xun murmured in a spirited manner.

One step is more than ten feet, and one step after that is more than ten feet.

Fu Nian was confused.

"Mystical object? What kind of sacred object can actually make my uncle pay so much attention to it."

Fu Nian was puzzled.

Following Master Xun's instructions, he turned around and returned to the library, locked the door and locked it.

During the time when Master Xun was away, no one could enter the library.

If the tablets were damaged, he couldn't bear the responsibility!

A few days later, several more stores suddenly opened in Xinzheng, South Korea overnight.

Several boys were holding fan-like objects in their hands and waving them loudly.

"Come and see, come and see, the storyteller from Zilanxuan has published a book!"

"The follow-up story in the snow is out!"

"Lao Huang fights Wang Xianzhi, the sword energy is powerful for six thousand miles, come and see what the result will be!"

The timing of the boys' hawking was just right.

This is the time when the imperial court goes to court.

This is a prosperous area, and there are many merchants and nobles among the people coming and going.

Many people have gone to Zilanxuan to listen to books.

Now their shouts immediately attracted the attention of these people.

"In the snow? Isn't it the book that the storyteller Zilanxuan talked about?"

"Yes, he hasn't spoken to Zilanxuan for a long time."

"From what this boy said, it was that gentleman who wrote the contents on the bamboo slips and sold them?"

"Go and have a look. If so, it's not a lot."

"Yes, yes, hurry up and buy it. If you go late, you won't be able to buy it."

When everyone walked into the store in groups, they saw neat rows of bookshelves with many half-finger-thick square objects, but not a single bamboo slip.

"Shopkeeper, where are the letters in the snow?"

The shopkeeper ran out with a smile on his face, took out a book from the shelf and opened it: "Please take a look, sir. It's right here."

Several people gathered around and after reading the previous paragraphs, they found that what Li Mo said in Zilanxuan was exactly the same.

"It really is in the snow!"

"Haha, I finally know what happened!"

While everyone was watching with gusto, a serious voice suddenly came from behind them.

"As an official of the imperial court, what kind of behavior does it have to be to gather around here and yell?"

Several people became angry when they heard this.

Knowing that I am a court official, how dare you meddle in other people's business?

"It's really blind... I will see Zhang Xiangguo."

The official who was about to curse suddenly turned around and was suddenly frightened.

The person who spoke was none other than the Prime Minister of the current dynasty!

Forget it before, with Ji Wuye pressing down on him, Kaifeng's own position in the court was in jeopardy.

But now that Ji Wuye is dead, no one can shake Zhang Xiangguo's status.

Kaifeng had a serious character and snorted coldly: "Why don't you go on duty at your own government office?"

Several officials threw away the books in their hands and ran out quickly.

He opened his eyes to see that they were all gone, turned around and was about to leave.

But suddenly a gust of wind blew and the book they threw on the table rustled.

He frowned and picked up the book curiously and looked at it.

I saw a book filled with densely packed words.

Just one page contains no less than a hundred words.

You know, a bamboo slip can only be engraved with so many words at most!

And these thin and flimsy things were stacked one after another tightly and fixed with threads. There were nearly a hundred of them!

He took a breath of cool air!

How many words should be written on it?

He turned around and asked the trembling shopkeeper beside him: "Shopkeeper, what is this?"

"Come back to Sir Xiangguo, this is a book called Snow in the Snow."

He pursed his lips widely and said, "I didn't ask you this, I asked you about the writing material!"

The store owner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "This, this, this is called paper."

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