Daqin: Zulong faked his death, and I amputated the beauties in the harem

"Secondly, spread Mohist thought to the world, which is highly praised by people all over the world, and becomes the ideological basis for the ruler to govern the world."

"The last one is to let the gods and humans learn the Mohism mechanism."

"If I, Mo Feile, were able to fulfill these three wishes a few years ago, it would not be considered a disappointment to my ancestors who appointed me as the successor of the Mo family."

"However, Mohism is not accepted by the world now. If one of the wishes can be fulfilled, Mo Feile will have the face to even kill his predecessors."

After speaking, Mo Feile had disappointment in his eyes.

Presumably Yingjia would be deterred when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, Ying Jia chuckled lightly:

"Isn't this very simple?"

"Does Miss Murphy have any other wishes? If not, just follow me."

Murphy was dumbfounded.

Mo Feile had never seen such a confident person, and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Brother, are you too confident?

My Mohists have worked hard for decades and have not fulfilled a wish. In your eyes, is it that simple?

Now the laws of the Great Qin are strict, and they are in charge of the world's etiquette. Not long ago, such a tragic thing as burning books and burying Confucianism happened.

Other theories have no place in Daqin at all.

Not to mention fulfilling all the three-day wishes.

"Sir, stop joking."

"Although Feile is a woman, she has never lost in thought and ambition to any man. Please stop joking, my lord."

It's very simple, she, Mo Feile, is definitely not a joker, so she doesn't want Yingjia to insult her IQ.

Being treated as a joke, Ying Jia was not angry, instead she smiled and asked:

"I don't know if the girl has heard of Newton."

Newton?

Mo Feile didn't know what Ying Jia wanted to do, so he shook his head.

Still covering up, don't blame me for fooling you, Ying Jia asked solemnly:

"Did the girl think about a problem, when the apples are ripe, they only fall downwards, instead of falling on the top or other directions?"

"Isn't it because the fruit is too heavy?"

"No, it's because the ground under our feet is attractive. This attraction is called universal gravitation."

Mo Feile couldn't understand more and more, and kept shaking his head.

"As the name implies, universal gravitation means that everything in the world is attractive, and there is a special calculation formula for this force."

Everything in the world is attractive?Calculation formula?

"Fei Le doesn't understand, can you make it clearer, Young Master?"

Ying Jia smiled triumphantly, it seemed that the fish had already taken the bait.

Just a gravitational force will make you confused, I haven't mentioned Hawking, Einstein yet.

"The girl is a descendant of the Mohist family, so she must know how to plow the fields."

"Of course, the plow for plowing the field is an important organ technique of my Mohist school."

"Okay, that's easy to explain."

Ying Jia went on to say: "Nowadays most people use long straight plows, but it is very inconvenient to use, and it takes time and effort."

Mo Feile naturally does not allow anyone to slander the things of the Mohist family. He was arguing but was stopped by Ying Jia.

"If you transform the long straight plow into a curved plow, you can change the direction at will, like this..."

Ying Jia randomly picked up a branch and drew a sketch on the ground.

Mo Feile squatted down curiously to study carefully.

This glance surprised her, and she quickly moved closer.

She has studied Mohism's mechanics since she was a child, and she can see the ingenious design of Qu Yuanli drawn by Ying Jia at a glance.

"The design is really ingenious."

Mo Feile couldn't help sighing.

As everyone knows, the two are very close at the moment, and the distance seems a bit ambiguous to outsiders.

"It smells good."

Ying Jia sniffed it lightly, and it was the faint fragrance from Mo Feile's body, mixed with the scent of plum blossoms.

Mo Feile paused: "What did you say?"

"I don't know which company's rouge powder the girl used, but it is so fragrant."

"you……"

What an apprentice!

Murphy blushed pretty, frowning and wanted to stand up and back away.

Who knew that she retreated in a hurry, and she was wearing a long skirt, so she accidentally stepped on the corner of the skirt.

"oops."

Mo Feile's whole body lost its center of gravity, and he was about to fall to the ground, so he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Thinking that he was about to lose face in front of this disciple, Mo Fei closed his eyes in joy.

Well, this life will soon be over.

Just when Murphy was ready to have an intimate contact with the ground, a strong and warm hand supported her firmly from behind.

The hand suddenly exerted force again, allowing her feet to fall firmly to the ground.

Seeing Mo Feile standing still, that hand quietly moved away again.

This very gentlemanly behavior made Murphy Le a little dumbfounded, something on the left side of his chest throbbed uncontrollably.

She raised her eyes in surprise but met Ying Jia's gentle smile.

"Don't be so anxious next time."

"Puff! Puff!"

Mo Feile felt that his heart was about to jump out.

She blushed and stepped back half a meter.

Seeing her action, Ying Jia shook her head helplessly, and then talked about the ingenuity of Qu Yuanli's design.

And Mo Feile couldn't hear what Ying Jia was saying at all, only heard how Qu Yuanli could save time and effort.

"Is there anything else you don't understand, girl? As long as Chang Zhiyuan is slightly modified, he can better play his role and benefit the people of the world."

Mo Feile was still in a daze, just nodded mechanically.

Ying Jia continued: "As long as something like Quyuanli can be developed that can benefit the people, it is called a technological invention."

"As long as more things are researched, the girl will be able to realize her first wish."

Hearing that the wish came true, Mo Feile reacted, nodded and shook his head again.

"We have studied the mechanism technique of the Mohist school for several generations before we achieved this achievement. I'm afraid it's not as simple as the young master said."

"Furthermore, the young master has transformed the Changzhi Yuanli so exquisitely. If I, a Mohist disciple, would not be able to design it in a few years, let alone research other things."

Mo Feile lowered his eyes and couldn't help sighing.

Chapter 37 Young Master is Professional in Picking Up Girls!

"Miss, don't be dejected. I've already had tens of thousands of Quyuanli made. I wonder if you are interested in seeing it?"

what?

Murphy was surprised.

"You have already made tens of thousands of pieces?"

Immediately, he felt that the person in front of him was not an apprentice, and his gestures exuded charm.

Ying Jia tilted her head: "Yes, if the girl doesn't believe it, we can go and see it now."

"By the way, we can talk about how to realize the girl's remaining two wishes along the way."

Mo Feile was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He just nodded his head and followed Ying Jia away impatiently.

Bai He and Mo Yu walked behind and looked at each other silently.

"Sure enough, the young master is a professional in flirting with girls. Even a talented woman like Mo Feile has been fooled. I'm afraid no one can be a match for the young master."

"That's right, who made our young master so charming? Even the girls who are full of flowers don't want a penny, and they are rushing to serve the young master."

"If the son's method of governing Daqin can be half that of flirting with younger sisters, Daqin will definitely be so powerful that no one dares to covet it."

However, what Mo Feile didn't know was that as soon as she left, intelligence came from the house:

The twelve sons of the Great Qin Dynasty supervised the country, tyrannical and cruel, directly beheaded many ministers in the court, and even proposed to depose hundreds of schools and publish the news of the Six Classics.

If hundreds of schools of thought are directly dismissed, and even Legalism is abandoned, where is there a foothold for other ideas?

In the secret room of Zhangtai Palace.

Quicksand stood aside, today was the shadow that was staring at the court, and it was rare for him to be used as a punching bag by Shihuang because of the matter of the twelve sons.

Ying Zheng next to him was circulating his true energy.

These days, he smashed several papers one after another because of that naughty son, but found that the true energy in his body would be smoother every time he got angry.

Now the realm has been raised to the late innate stage.

Practice at this speed, and within half a year, you will definitely be able to rise to the level of a master.

When you leave the customs at that time, you will definitely be able to shock everyone.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in.

With erratic eyes, he looked at Shihuang hesitating to speak.

Sensing something strange, Ying Zheng let out a breath of foul air slowly, and opened his eyes to look at the shadow.

As long as the news is reported in the morning these days, something annoying must have happened.

Ying Zheng looked down at the cases under his feet, and found that Quicksand had silently stepped back two steps.

He waved his hand and said, "What happened today?"

Shadow knelt down on one knee, already dripping with sweat.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Twelve Young Masters went to the court today, and they did not come with the two maidservants until Chenshi."

"Hmph, this court has lasted for decades, and he made such a mess the first time he came to court, how did Feng Chang persuade him?"

Shadow took a deep breath and replied:

"This... Feng Chang tried his best to persuade him, but he didn't want to be directly dismissed by the twelve sons, and even made the old Feng Chang fall to the ground in fright."

Ying Zheng: "Then Fengchang can be regarded as a veteran minister, and even my uncle. Is he dismissed just like that?"

Although Ying Zheng had prepared himself, he was still very angry.

However, this is still reported by the shadows.

"The Twelve Young Masters thought that Daqin no longer needed Fengchang, so he directly asked Prime Minister Li Si to establish a new department called the Ministry of Rites."

Shi Huang tightly clenched his fists on the table, his veins bulging.

Fortunately, Ying Zheng didn't expect Ying Jia to do anything that would make him happy, so he held back his attacks in the end.

"It took so much painstaking effort to establish the system of three lords and nine ministers, and he overthrew them all on the first day he supervised the country?"

"Okay, this rebellious son, he will be happy only if he destroys the world that I have brought down. If he is allowed to supervise the country for another two days, I am afraid that he will directly overthrow my concept of rule of law."