It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Qin was still icy, but Qi was already warm. This place was near the sea, rich and vast, and was ruled by the Jiang and Lu families, and the Gui and Tian families for eight hundred years.

Just after King Jian of Qi celebrated his 60th birthday, the news of the fall of Chu to Qin spread like wildfire to Linzi, the capital of Qi. The whole country was terrified, and the King of Qi had not had a good night's sleep for a whole half month.

When he closed his eyes, all he saw were the tablets of his ancestors.

Duke Huan of Qi had been harassing him like a ghost for the past half month.

Tian Jian was raised and assisted by his mother, the Queen, from a young age. The Queen and the Queen had the power to make decisions on major events in Qi. Tian Jian was the kind of monarch that was said to be influenced by women.

"Your Majesty." Qi Prime Minister Hou Sheng continued to comfort Qi King Tian Jian, who was trembling with fear.

Hou Sheng was the younger brother of Tian Jian's mother, Queen Jun, and the legitimate uncle of the King of Qi.

Seeing his nephew like this, Hou Sheng tried his best to comfort him.

The Jixia Academy has become a synonym for past glory, and it seems that it will also be the last glory of the Hundred Schools of Thought.

Under the advocacy of the king and ministers of Qi State, this palace was transformed from a school into a miscellaneous palace, and then from a deserted place into a bustling tavern, with only half a century in between.

After Tian Jian ignored the advice of his adviser Zhou Zi during the Battle of Changping, Qi State completely lost the opportunity to form an alliance with the Three Jin States again. From then on, Qin State dominated the world and was unstoppable.

Xunzi had witnessed the rise and fall of Zhao, Yan, Qi and Chu, and had lived in seclusion in Chu for thirty years. When Chu was destroyed, Qi once again secretly extended an olive branch to him, inviting him to join Qi.

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This is the day when Chen Ping went on a diplomatic mission to the State of Qi.

Xu Zhigang and Fusu just came out of the side hall of Zhangtai Palace.

If it weren't for Fusu just now, she might have been dragged into the quagmire of resigning from office by Yao Jia.

Dun Ruo was a man who cared about his reputation after his death. He would not suddenly give up the unification of the world that was within his sight and leave Xianyang before destroying Qi.

For Xu Zhi, there is only one explanation. Dun Ruo must have said something to Ying Zheng. He should have known that it was Li Si who burned down Linyuan Pavilion, but he did not reveal it immediately due to various factors. Speaking ill of someone when the king trusted him the most was definitely not something a minister who was good at using words to discern other people's minds would say.

What Dun Ruo discovered was definitely not from Li Si himself, but only from the ideological doctrine he represented.

Therefore, the expected debate between Confucianism and Legalism may have come earlier than the original history.

When Xu Zhi first came to Qin, he naively thought that comprehensiveness was the best approach.

However, she overlooked the most crucial thing. Even in the new world, if she had not experienced the bumpy right path, she would not be able to see the sharp stones on the ground. If things went smoothly, she would often ignore the loopholes.

When mistakes are faced up to, it is enough to make up for the shortcomings.

"Thank you for your words, my brother. Otherwise, Lord Yao would definitely not be willing."

Fusu said gently: "Although Chen Ping did nothing wrong in Wei before. But as for the mission to Qi, he is indeed qualified."

"Brother Wang, have you met Chen Ping?"

Fusu nodded, "When I was in Chengfu, I talked to him about the affairs with Wei." He lowered his head and continued softly, "I saw that this man has a handsome appearance. He must be your staff member."

Facing Fusu's teasing, Xu Zhi touched the black and red pattern on his cuffs, raised his head and smiled, "My prince, you know I have liked bright colors since I was a child."

"Hmm." As Fusu looked in that direction, a crow with shiny black feathers stood on the eaves. "That very smart bird seems to be fond of things with bright colors." Fusu said.

This is what Fusu insisted on saying to Xu Zhi when she first arrived in Qin. She grabbed his sleeve like a child, stretched out her hand in front of him and said, "I am it, I want a shiny thing." Then she waited, and Fusu put the thing in her palm, sometimes it was a jade, sometimes it was a rivet on his leather belt.

When she thought of this, she and Fusu looked at each other and smiled.

"Banned Books,"

As soon as these two words came out, Fusu stopped her from talking. "What kind of books you read does not necessarily mean what kind of person you will become. What kind of doctrine you learn does not necessarily mean you will be loyal to your teacher."

Fusu's words easily made Xu Zhi think of Li Si.

Xu Zhi didn't know how to invite Li Si's teacher to Qin peacefully and naturally without causing unrest in the court and the country.

"Unfortunately, most schools emphasize inheritance and carrying forward the teacher's aspirations."

Fusu looked at his sister's eyes. He always felt that some dark colors in them were too heavy. Sometimes they were not like his father's eyes, but were almost the same as Li Si's.

That lingering suspicion permeated her.

"Besides Xunzi, Zixia also had two very different students," Fusu said. "Zixia once said, 'Those who are good at holding power will nip the seeds of treachery in the bud.'"

Zixia's two students, Li Kui and Wu Qi, were Legalist sages who preceded Li Si and Han Fei.

This requires careful calculation. The Legalists originally came from the disciples of Confucius.

Zixia was not usually known for his literary image. His arguments were powerful - treacherous and cunning people should be killed without mercy.

Xu Zhi raised his head slightly and saw the dragon pattern of grass branches on his lapel.

The white light of the snow enveloped Fusu. He was as gentle as jade, and his hands were free of filth.

"Zixia and Xunzi are so similar." Xu Zhi thought for a moment, "There will never be another teacher and student so completely different from each other."

Fusu said, "Isn't it the same with Mr. Zhang Liang of Hehua?"

Xu Zhi paused. As the weather turned cold and her health deteriorated, she rarely took her hands out of her sleeves.

Sometimes, people's enlightenment happens in an instant.

The blood in her body began to flow faster!

Zhang Liang? Zhang Liang!

Han Fei's student?

Fusu's words really made Xu Zhi see a possibility!

If Confucianism can produce outstanding disciples of Legalism, then Legalism can naturally do the same!

The system of Confucianism on the outside and Legalism on the inside could be so simple and crude when it first emerged.

At this moment, it’s as if the clouds have cleared and the rain has stopped!

Xu Zhi suppressed the excitement in her heart and pursed her red lips.

"My brother is right. Zhang Liang and I belong to the above category. Li Tingwei and I also belong to the above category."

When differences are focused on one person, they can either tear apart or bridge the gap.

Xu Zhi is of course the latter. In this case, there is no contradiction. As long as it can be implemented, there will be new opportunities for Qin State.

The emergence of new opportunities is always better than sticking to the same old path.

Watching Fusu get into the car, she asked other questions naturally.

"She likes that gun," said Fusu.

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Zhao Jia's teacher was Li Mu, who inherited the methods of governing the Huns. These combat plans were implemented seriously and made the Qin army more powerful.

At the time when Qi was busy with state affairs, Zhao Jia returned to Xianyang from Jiuyuan County with Meng Tian's military report.

He was also worried about the injury Ying Hehua suffered several months ago.

But in recent days, there have been fewer reports of Princess Yong'an along the way, and even fewer people gossiping about her.

Because Chu was stable.

There was no disturbance in the vast territory of Chu State, which was much quieter than that of South Korea at that time.

As a result, more people talked about and praised the marriage between the eldest prince Fusu and Wang Heng, the daughter of General Wang Jian stationed in Chu, which was a perfect example of a political marriage.

Zhao Jia took time out of his busy schedule to visit Ying Hehua.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered Xianyang City, I saw a young man I knew.

Li Xian. His appearance is really too outstanding, but he only has a young and good-looking appearance.

A few years ago, his depth was beyond his age. Now, his eyes are dark and his gaze is even more gloomy.

Zhao Jia has been convinced since childhood that blood relationship and a person's character are inevitably linked.

His younger brother, Zhao Qian, had a mother who was just like Zhao Qian, plain in appearance but good at showing off her skills. The small profits in front of her were enough to make her forget everything.

Ying Hehua obviously inherited his father's decisiveness and ruthlessness, but inevitably has his mother's kindness.

Li Xian looks just like his father. Their personalities are even more similar. In addition, Li Xian hardly smiles, which makes him even scarier than Li Si. He seems to be facing people other than Ying Hehua, and he always has a look of "no strangers allowed". He looks really lifeless, and those who don't know him would think he is in his seventies or eighties.

Chen Ping met him in a tavern and calculated the timing for Ying Hehua to come forward.

"You'd better speak quickly." Zhao Jia said.

Chen Ping looked puzzled.

"It is urgent to conduct an investigation when entering the city this time. I do not want to meet with the Inspector frequently."

After Zhao Jia said this, Chen Ping understood everything.

After Xu Zhi entered the building, Zhao Jia asked him about everything he had heard on the way.

Watching his changes, Xu Zhi thought selfishly, could it be that the frontier is a good place to broaden one's mind? Fusu had been there in their early years, and Li Xian had been there, and now that Zhao Jia had been there, he had become much more outspoken after returning.

When Zhao Jia heard the purpose of Xu Zhi asking him to come.

Zhao Jia couldn't help but ask, "Is this the stable method that the princess is thinking of?"

"It's the only way," she said.

"Everything I said in the Rose Garden in Handan was true. Zhang Liang's words were true. Would the princess still do the same thing after knowing this?"

“A satisfying answer requires someone’s firm belief to get it.”

Zhao Jia didn't understand at first, but soon he understood everything.

He got up and left.

The moonlight came into the house and circled around, and he couldn't help feeling melancholy. Zhang Liang's ending was almost the same as his.

"Wait." Xu Zhi glanced at the night outside: "I know that when you came, Li Xian was probably staring at you. It might be better for him to know what I'm planning."

Zhao Jia smiled to himself across the screen, "Okay."

She shook the small glass bottle in her hand slightly, "Thank you, uncle, for lending me this, Mozi."

"The little princess is used to being domineering and cunning. It makes me uncomfortable to see her being so polite."

Xu Zhi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Uncle Zhao Jia has to be careful when he returns to the military camp."

Zhao Jia knew that she would not say anything nice, so he just snorted, "I know what I am doing."

"Father has prepared a grave for you, but it is still empty in Zhao State. You, please don't die before you can truly fight against the Xiongnu."

Zhao Jia turned his head and saw the girl standing next to the candlestick, the firelight making her look fiery red.

He couldn't understand how a woman like Zheng Li could give birth to such a sharp-tongued and cunning daughter.

"This iron bottle of mine is very valuable, so you must use it with care. When you are playing tricks on others, don't poison yourself."

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Two old friends arrived at the prison.

This time, the meeting was no different from three years ago, even the location had not changed.

In the small and dark prison, it was a snowy day, Zhang Liang was wearing thin clothes and looked thin.

"I don't want you to suffer in prison," she said.

The jailer immediately placed the cloak before him.

Zhang Liang's eyes were hidden in the dim firelight. She couldn't see his expression. She only heard him say, "Princess, thank you for your trouble." Then he didn't move.

"Put it on." Xu Zhi repeated.

Zhang Liang remained motionless.

As he thought, she had no patience, and with a wave of her hand she called the jailer, and then forced him to tie it up by force.

She looked at his face which turned from pale to red and nodded to the jailer with satisfaction.

She was just like she was three years ago. She didn't care whether the prison was dirty or how prickly the straw on the ground was. She just knelt down and sat down face to face with him.

“You’ve really suffered.”

"Hehua, can you change your opening line? This is the line you and Zhao Jia used back then."

Zhao Jia must have come to see Zhang Liang.

Her father's attitude was unclear at the moment. She didn't believe that Xu Zhi's plea would make Ying Zheng give up on killing the assassin's leader.

Zhang Liang did this not just once, but many times in his early years. On the way back to Xianyang, he almost crushed her to death.

For Xu Zhi, nothing could be more heart-wrenching than this.

She was trying to think of ways to protect the Zhang family all day long, but the other party didn't take it seriously at all, and Zhang Liang was determined to confine them to a circle.

This is no different from ten years ago.

It just gave her a little illusion of love.

After all the jailers had left.

Her hairpin emitted a little golden light under the lamp.

She stared at him, even trying to find some clues to prove that Azhi's guess was true - the person who asked Chunyu Yue to come forward was Zhang Liang.

But that distant and indifferent look completely struck her once again.

She did not hesitate to use immoral words to provoke him.

"Master, if you don't like this opening remark, then what do you want your students to say?"

He was almost unwilling to look up and meet her eyes.

Xu Zhi pursed her lips and bit her lower lip with her teeth. She suddenly laughed out loud, "Zifang once taught me how to call you. Since you like this name, I will call you like this."