It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Xunzi was not like an ordinary scholar.

He had dark skin and no extra flesh on his cheeks, a look he had from his early years as a county magistrate in Lanling.

Li Xian would call his father’s teacher “Master”.

Ying Hehua should respect her father's teacher's teacher as her grandmaster. If she also allows herself to acknowledge Zhang Liang's identity as the Junior Tutor, Xunzi will become like the ancestor.

Behind a screen, Xunzi sat on his knees, his wrinkled face depicting the past and full of traces of life.

Sikong immediately stepped forward and spoke to Xunzi.

Xunzi couldn't see the person clearly through the silk cloth.

In less than ten years, the world has changed more than in the previous eighty years of life combined.

He went to Lanling in the State of Chu, and stayed in this small place to write for the rest of his life, but he could not truly find peace.

Xunzi had a very clear understanding of himself, and he sensed that the world was about to undergo unprecedented changes.

An unprecedented king and an era destined to be extraordinary are about to unfold before the eyes of the world.

The ocean is vast, and there will always be someone who will leave a lone sail on the surface of the sea, illuminating the blue sky.

The greatness of a chivalrous man lies in righteousness, and the greatness of a Confucian man lies in saving the people.

He originally thought that all his thoughts and wisdom could only be preserved in manuscripts, waiting to be read by future generations.

Sorry?

He could not see the era in which he lived, and could not see the people of Dawn having a relatively good future.

Xunzi certainly felt regretful.

All the saints whose thoughts burst forth, all the philosophers who expounded upon hundreds of theories, all hoped that this world where killing is the most important thing and fighting is for profit could change.

How could Legalism and Confucianism not lead to the same destination through different paths?

Xunzi never expected that in the last few months of his life, someone would go to great lengths to invite him to Qin.

Xu Zhi walked beside Li Xian and entered the room, only to find that Xunzi was a minimalist.

The decoration of Daliang's posthouse is the best among the Three Jins.

But this reception room was simple and clean. In this large space, there was no decoration except for a screen, two desks and a lamp.

Xunzi didn't care who the envoy was.

He spoke briefly and to the point, never wasting time on trivial matters or words.

Sikong Ma handed over a scroll that had been written long ago.

“This is what the teacher wants.”

As he spoke, he glanced unnaturally at the little princess beside Li Xian.

Ying Hehua flattened his hands, slightly bent his elbows, and took the lacquer tray quite naturally, placing it in front of Li Xian.

Li Xian felt a little uncomfortable seeing her behave like this. She was really a qualified actor at certain times.

He clearly knew that he was just a cover, and because he was Li Si's son, he was a tool used to reassure Xunzi.

But he was willing to be used by her and be bound by this.

Xu Zhi thought that this was an intentional pause on his part, so he smiled and immediately untied the knot on the book with his nimble fingers.

After doing this, she also read Xunzi's requirements.

She would give them enough time to talk; she did want to know what it was about, but she didn't want to be there.

It's very simple, I just don't want to lower my head and please others.

She changed into this identity only for the convenience of traveling. All her attention was on how Xunzi could enter the Qin State without hindrance and how to let Xunzi express his views smoothly.

As for the rest, she really wasn't in the mood to cooperate with Li Xian.

She was just about to get up.

Li Xian grabbed her wrist tightly.

He said solemnly, "Since you are here to ask a question, there is no need to retreat behind the scenes."

Xu Zhi didn't want to make any big moves. She stared at him and whispered sarcastically, "Won't my presence block what you want to say?"

Li Xian did not answer immediately, his eyes fell on the letter.

Xunzi's letters were almost the same as the remains they found in the Jixia Academy after the fall of Qi in the previous life.

This book records the abundance of Qi State's classics and the origin of its culture.

The second book is about the importance of Confucian scholars to the country. Xunzi pointed out that [without Confucian scholars governing the Qin State, there would be no kingly way] [The life goal of Confucian scholars is to make the monarch's politics reasonable, maintain the monarch's authority, and follow the etiquette if there is no official]

These things were secretly sealed last time, and Li Xian didn't know where they went in the end.

If I were to do it all over again, it would still be hard to tell the cause and effect, right and wrong.

Xu Zhi inadvertently noticed Li Xian's gaze - there was not much fluctuation after a moment of surprise.

This was not the reaction Xu Zhi had imagined.

It was a foregone conclusion that Li Si did not want Xunzi to come to Qin and did not want Confucianism to compete with him.

As for Li Xian, his erratic behavior made it impossible for Xu Zhi to really see what he was thinking.

In fact, before setting off, Li Xian had checked the record list of leaving the city at the Xianyang magistrate's office, so he knew that Lu Heng had met Xunzi first.

He knew that she must have prepared a backup plan.

So, he secretly pulled her to his side and said, "It will be faster for you to see Xunzi and I talk face to face than to hear the twists and turns of words through Lu Heng."

She was startled, suppressed the unhappiness in her eyes, glanced at him, and was surprised that he had seen through her long ago, but had been looking at her and listening to her hypocritical friendly words in the carriage.

"Is this the promise you made to me that you would not make it difficult for me?"

Facts have proved that even though Li Xian heard his father's last words when he was dying, the long-term lack of family ties and long-term immersion in darkness had made him have a personality similar to his father.

What he is best at is how to bring relationships to a freezing point in an instant and destroy the originally harmonious atmosphere.

He chuckled provocatively.

"Your Highness has seen it too. I didn't even bring Uncle Chen with me. You were the only one by my side. Why should I deliberately make things difficult for you?" "I can't possibly kill someone in front of you. This is not an easy thing to do. If the king punishes you, neither you nor I will have an easy time."

Li Xian always speaks directly, which seems to be a style of stealing from the company.

He was mentioning the original history - Confucian scholars did not have a good ending.

Xu Zhi smiled contemptuously, "Let's not talk about father. You and I have long been on the same boat. No matter whether the boat is broken or intact in the end, no one should give up early."

The same words, but with completely different meanings.

Ten years ago in the Xianyang Palace, they admired each other.

Listening to it again ten years later, it still sounds threatening.

Xu Zhi tried to get him to let go for the last time, but failed. His movements were a bit too rough and he bumped into the table.

She made up her mind, held his hand, and then pinched him hard.

He finally let go.

Sikong Ma saw the redness of Li Xian's knuckles when he was engraving the book.

In the early years, Li Xian and the little princess had many disputes. Is this cooperation or contradiction now?

In short, Sikong Ma felt weird.

Finally, Li Xian said: "The doctors of Jixia and the classics of Qi are what you wish for. I will report everything to the king."