Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

"Then if I find it for you in Sichuan, how do you plan to repay me?" Su Ying leaned closer, and whispered softly against her delicate white earlobe.

"What bad idea are you thinking again?" Zi Nu blushed and said in a low voice.

The corners of Su Ying's mouth curled slightly, and he whispered in Zi Nu's ear, "If I bring back the silkworm silk brocade, how about going to my bridal chamber?"

As soon as Su Ying finished speaking, Zi Nu's unparalleled beauty turned red all of a sudden.

At this moment, Nongyu's piano sound ended, she opened her eyes, and saw Zi Nu shouting in surprise: "Sister Zi Nu, you are here."

Hearing Nongyu's voice, Zi Nu's eyes were startled, she stretched out her hand and pushed Su 18 Ying away in front of her, got up, straightened her clothes, calmed down, the blush on her face faded slightly, and she returned to her former graceful and beautiful appearance. The gorgeous purple girl.

"I, I still have some things to do, so I'm leaving first." Zi Nu didn't go to see Su Ying and Nong Yu, she walked out after she finished speaking, her footsteps of leaving were a little hurried.

"Sister Zi Nu, what's wrong with her?" Nong Yu noticed that Zi Nu seemed to be a little different from the past, so she got up and asked Su Ying.

"Who knows." Su Ying shook his head and smiled, picked up the jug on the table with his slender white palm, poured a glass into the jade cup in his hand, and drank it up.

Nongyu moved lightly, knelt down behind Su Ying, and helped him tidy up the messy black long hair that was scattered behind his head, flicking it lightly with his slender hands.

Su Ying had a look of enjoyment on his face, and Nong Yu's clear and lively eyes behind him were also full of satisfaction and happiness.

The elegant room was quiet and serene.

……

In Xianyang Palace, in the courtyard planted with exotic flowers and plants, Su Ying and Ying Zheng sat opposite each other under the pavilion, playing chess with each other.

"Are you going to Shu?" Ying Zheng stopped in mid-air holding Bai Zi's hand, and he said in surprise, looking at the young man in Tsing Yi opposite.

Su Ying nodded.

"Why?" Yingzheng Baizi fell down.

"It's profitable." Su Ying picked up a sunspot, looked directly at Ying Zheng and smiled. "It is beneficial to Daqin."

"Where is the profit?" Ying Zheng stared at Su Ying and asked.

Su Ying pointed to the clothes on himself and Ying Zheng.

Su Ying pointed to the clothes on himself and Ying Zheng.

"Clothes?" Ying Zheng frowned slightly, with doubts in his tone.

"Well, it's both clothes and silk." Su Ying nodded and said, "The price of a piece of silk varies from high to low, but the least is as much as tens of gold, and among the silk cloth, Shu brocade is the most top-notch, and it is famous all over the world. A piece of silk brocade is worth thousands of gold." , and the most precious and rare silkworm silk brocade among the Shu brocades is a rare treasure that cannot be exchanged for ten thousand gold."

"How valuable are these silks?" Ying Zheng was a little surprised when he heard this.

Su Ying smiled and shook his head, "This is not the real value of these silks."

"Oh? Then where is the real value?" Ying Zheng raised his brows and became interested.

"Commercial, trade." Su Ying's eyes were bright.

"Tell me carefully."

"Your Majesty also knows that Zi Lanxuan formed a caravan before, went to the countries of the Western Regions to do business with it, and secretly searched for news about the tribes of the Western Regions. There is one thing in the caravan that I am very interested in. That is these silks. These beautifully crafted, soft and smooth cloths have never appeared in the Western Regions, so that there is no market for them. The silks in the caravan have not yet appeared When the Yueshi was born, it was snatched up by wealthy merchants and nobles in the Yueshi, and the price was ridiculously high. A piece of silk that is usually only a hundred gold in the market can be exchanged for three horses, five cows and ten horses in the Western Regions. The price of a sheep has more than doubled by ten times." Su Ying sat upright and stared at Ying Zheng opposite.

"The price is really so?" Ying Zheng looked at Su Ying with bright eyes.

"Since when did the subject ever speak ill of the king?" Su Ying looked at Ying Zheng and said with a smile.

"Okay." Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, he got up and stood in front of Su Ying with his hands behind his back, looked at Su Ying and asked, "Zige, can one hundred thousand soldiers and horses 097 destroy Shu?"

Su Ying got up, thought for a while, and then shook his head towards Yingzheng: "Your Majesty, it is not difficult to destroy the land of Shu, but the difficulty is to suppress and manage it. If you want to have a steady stream of silk cloth coming out of the land, you must not massacre it." In order to prevent riots and destruction, more soldiers and horses are needed to deter the people of Shu."

Ying Zheng nodded.

"Then how many soldiers and horses do you think are suitable?"

"20." Su Ying said.

"Okay, I will give you 20 soldiers and horses."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

A few days later, Su Ying was the general and Meng Tian was the deputy general, leading an army of 20 men and marched towards Western Shu.

And not long after Su Ying left, Donghuang Taiyi and Moon God Yun Zhongjun from the Yinyang family appeared in the palace hall of Qin. It is not known what Donghuang Taiyi and Yingzheng discussed, but what the world knows is Yingzheng Another palace was built in Xianyang City for the Yinyang family, and everyone from the Yinyang family lived in it. .

Chapter 143 Shushan, Yu Yuan Clan.

Shu, Shushan.

On a thousand-foot-high mountain, an old man in a strange dress was looking at the east with a cane. His eyes were clear and clear, like a baby's. There was wisdom in his eyes, but his brows were tightly wrinkled on his face full of lines. with a sad face.

"Grandpa Priest." An eight or nine-year-old girl wearing a Wu tribe dress with strange lines painted on her face jumped up and ran behind the Wu tribe old man, and shouted at him, her voice was as clear as an oriole's cry Valley.

"Xiao Yu, didn't you go to practice with your brother today?" The old priest lowered his head to look at the little girl named Xiao Yu, and smiled at her, the sadness between his brows disappeared as the smile spread.

"Brother Ziqi went hunting with them and didn't take Xiao Yu with him." The little girl said with puffed cheeks, looking a little angry. "Obviously Xiaoyu also wants to go hunting with them."

"Haha." The old priest stroked his long beard and smiled, "Xiao Yu, you are still too young, wait until you grow up..." The old priest stopped suddenly when he said this, with a trace of heaviness and sadness in his eyes.

The catastrophe in Shushan is approaching, if the child Xiaoyu does not escape the catastrophe...

"Grandpa Priest, what's wrong with you?" the little girl Xiao Yu asked, looking at the strange-looking old priest with her head tilted.

"Xiao Yu, can I promise Grandpa Priest one thing?"