"I wonder where the Zhai Master comes from, and does he have any ambitions to show his ambitions? If so, why not consider the Qin State? Our Qin State is a country of meritocracy, and the national power is booming. With the strength of the Zhai Master, as long as he is willing to go out,

, it’s just a matter of course to make kings and generals.”

Zhang Heng shook his head: "You have come to the wrong place. I am a wandering wild crane. Don't give me a princely position, even if you let me be Qin Jun, I think the dragon chair is too hard and my back hurts when I sit on it. This matter is

No need to mention it again."

When Lu Buwei heard this, he was both happy and worried.

Hi, Zhang Heng is very powerful and Zhao Xuanji is no match for him. If he agrees to be recruited by the King of Qin, his status may be shaken.

Worry, such a strong person lives in seclusion in Xianyang with unclear attitude, not to mention a waste of talents, and makes it difficult for people to sleep soundly.

"Are you worried that I will have evil intentions?"

Zhang Heng thought with his toes, and knew that Lu Buwei was worried about him, so he said: "I am an ascetic monk. For me, there is neither the world nor the common people. I live in Xianyang City, and I just think it is good here."

, if you are really worried, if you turn around, you can send me a waist badge enshrined by the dynasty, and I will accept it."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Heng added: "Of course, I am only an honorary dynasty worshiper and belong to the Qin State in name. In fact, you don't have to expect me to do anything for you."

Lu Buwei also knows that some old monsters who live in seclusion are indifferent to fame and fortune.

Looking at Zhang Heng's attitude, I guessed that this must be an old monster who has lived for thousands of years and is indifferent to the world.

But that’s fine too.

I finally became the Prime Minister of Qin Dynasty relying on Qin Yiren. Now is the time to show my ambition. It is not beautiful if someone is pointing fingers from the side.

"Since the owner has no intention of pursuing an official career, Lu Buwei shouldn't bother him too much."

"Early tomorrow morning, the waist badge enshrined by the State of Qin will be delivered. In the past, I will not bother you with trivial matters. I will stay in Xianyang and quietly cultivate."

Chat a few more words.

Lu Buwei left with satisfaction.

Zhang Heng watched his back and played with the Lu Spring and Autumn Annals in his hand.

After a while, he ordered Hou Wu who was standing aside: "Get the pen and ink."

The pen and ink are delivered.

Zhang Heng wrote as soon as he picked up his pen: "What a great city, who is the master and who is the guest."

Then write: "It's just a thatched hut, half suitable for the bright moon and half suitable for the wind."

"Good words!"

Hou Wu took a closer look and asked, "Master, hang it up?"

"No need to hang up."

Zhang Heng's eyes were misty: "Put it away. One day when Lu Xiangquan is in power, I will give this calligraphy to him."

Hou Wu was a little confused.

Look at Zhang Heng and then look at these two calligraphy paintings. No matter how you look at them, these are not calligraphy and paintings that can be given away.

After all, what is written here is not a bright future, but a bucket of cold water being poured down on the head.

"This word..."

Zhang Heng murmured: "Maybe three years, maybe five years, maybe ten years."
Chapter completed!