The cold son of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty

"Ziyu? Ziyu?" During the roll call, the elder brother called Shaoyu's name for a long time, but there was no answer.

"Master, except for Ziyu, Zixuan, and Ziming, everyone else has come." The master was a little depressed, but Ziming could say, why didn't those two people come?

"Here!" The three of us appeared at the door, dusty and dusty, with a little dust on our clothes. "Where have you been?" Fu Nian raised his eyes and glanced at us.

"Oh, it turned out to be the big boss. Hehe, these kids came to my store yesterday, but they got drunk by mistake and got drunk." Shopkeeper Ding appeared in time, and we breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there is no problem.

"So it's like this, you guys go back to your seats." Fu Nian glanced at our seats and motioned us to go back. "Thank you." When passing shopkeeper Ding, Shaoyu hurriedly lowered his head and said.

During a class, I was absent-minded, especially want to sleep, very sleepy. "I want to sleep." Tianming yawned, a tear dripped from the corner of his eye, and rubbed it.

"I really want to sleep too." Shaoyu's eyes were half open. "Same." I rubbed my eyes, and now there are a lot of tears in my eyes, all from being trapped. Fortunately, the three of us are in the same row, but we can chat.

"Zixuan, tell me, what does 'Confucianism' mean?" Fu Nian suddenly called my name.Why are you so unlucky?I glanced at him and sighed: "The word 'Ru' is originally a respectful name for scholars in ancient times. Their ideology and knowledge can stabilize others, persuade others, and be what people need.” I don’t want to say so many explanations, it’s better to use the literal meaning.

"That's right, it's more in line with the answer I had in mind." Fu Nian nodded, and at this moment the bell rang suddenly.

"My lord, goodbye!" We all stood up and bowed. "Finally liberated." Tianming fell to the ground all of a sudden, and even fell asleep here.

"I can't do it either." Shaoyu also fell asleep.

Sleeping here is really not up to par, so I pulled myself together, walked out, jumped onto the tree in front of the door, fell down, and fell asleep.

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"Master, it's time to go there today." Yan Lu counted the days, and it was time to heal Miss Duanmu. "Okay!" Xunzi tidied up his clothes, "Bring Zixuan and Ziming here." Last time, he saw with his own eyes that the weapon in Ziming's hand was not simple, and the inner strength was extremely deep, definitely not simple, it should be It has a great relationship with the Mohists.

"Zixuan, Ziming!" Yan Lu and Zhang Liang came looking for us, why is there no one everywhere?

"Who is it?" Tianming said this word helplessly, no wonder Mo Xuan likes to sleep on trees so much, it turns out that this place is really nice and comfortable. "Ziming, come down!" Zhang Liang saw Tianming lying on the tree.

"Ouch!" Tianming looked down, suddenly his feet slipped and he fell down. "Ahhh!" He fell on Yan Lu's body all of a sudden, then got up in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head with a smile on his face.

"Ziming, where's Zixuan?" Zhang Liang pulled him up.

"He seems to be on a tree." Tianming pointed to the tall tree. "Looking for me?" I jumped down from the tree and looked at them. It stands to reason that I didn't break any Confucian rules.

"It's Master Uncle who wants to treat Miss Duanmu." Yan Lu was a little speechless, why do these children forget such important things easily? "Then let's go!" Tianming pulled me and hurried to the bamboo garden.

"Master Xun, thank you. Thank you for saving that strange woman." Although Tianming didn't like Duanmu Rong very much, he still thought it would be better if she didn't die. "What are you talking about?" I punched him on the head, did you say that about my aunt?

"Oh, it wasn't intentional, besides, uncle hasn't said he likes her yet." Tianming pursed his lips and his voice was very low.

'Crack' was another punch, this time harder. "Don't let Duanmurong hear such words." She gave him a hard look, and then continued walking.