It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

The rain in Daliang during this period of time was heavier than ever before. A spring rain began to fall, wetting the ground and bending the grass under the increasing weight of the rain.

Thanks to Sikong Ma's insight and comfort, the two people in the posthouse managed to maintain harmony on the surface with great difficulty.

How could Xunzi not know what purpose the visitor had?

Xunzi is a man of sufficient age, and like Mo Qi who has become numb after reincarnating so many times, he is rarely sentimental.

However, Xunzi always had different ideas from the Mohists. What Mozi disapproved of, Xunzi enjoyed, such as music and human desires.

So he felt that the two young men's anger was a little pale and childish.

Their conflict does not lie at all in the question of whether Xunzi went to Qin or not.

In fact, to "remove the veil" is nothing more than to follow one's heart - the three virtues of humility, concentration and tranquility. Only in this way can one enter the realm of great clarity. Only in this way can one become a "sage" or "sage" who is not blinded by anything. Only in this way can one govern the heaven and earth and utilize all things, master the comprehensive principles of nature and society and govern the entire universe.

It’s a pity that Ying Hehua and Li Xian are smart enough, but not insightful enough.

Sikong Ma told Xunzi what he knew.

The rain fell on the tiles in less than thirty seconds.

Xunzi already understood it all.

Maybe they themselves don't know themselves that well.

"It's just that I'm obsessed with the past."

Sikong Ma continued Xunzi's words in his heart. 'One is constantly regretting, the other is always suspicious.'

Xunzi thought of his two students. When they were in Lanling, they did things similar to those two little kids.

What is there to argue about? Why should we be so unnecessarily arrogant?

A teacher is a teacher, but a teacher can only be a teacher. Xunzi taught them knowledge but could not teach them wisdom, at least the wisdom of understanding human nature, which Li Si and Han Fei failed when they were studying.

They were all adults before they came under Xunzi's tutelage.

Personality is probably something that is innate.

Xunzi is not Thorndike. He did not study educational psychology in detail, nor did he intend to teach it.

Some people are born with the ability to score high in this area.

The rain was falling heavily, which just happened to hinder Xu Zhi's journey back to Xianyang tonight.

Although the letter written by Xunzi himself had been sent to Zhangtai Palace.

The sky was hazy and rain was pouring outside the inn.

She didn't want to get wet in the rain.

But because of the previous experience of the burning of bamboo slips in Yingchuan County, she would never feel comfortable letting Li Xian go back first.

Moreover, within two days, volume after volume of books would be secretly transported from Linzi to Daliang by Chen Ping.

Only after Li Xian safely delivered them to the Xianyang Palace would she feel a little relieved and assured that these letters would not suffer from an inexplicable fire.

Not far away, servants were leading two horses out of the stable.

Li Xian lowered his eyes and looked at her beside him. She had removed the complicated hairpins from her hair. She was really cruel in pinching him. She wouldn't let him get close to her, let alone touch her. The dampness and mist brought by the rain enveloped his touch, and he felt very depressed.

Li Xian took the reins from the man.

"The princess once learned horse riding and archery from General Meng Tian. It shouldn't be difficult for her to leave the posthouse first this time."

He meant for her to go back now.

It's not that difficult.

She is not in as good of a shape as before, let alone riding and shooting. She even has difficulty breathing after being exposed to the rain for an hour or so.

Meng Tian was the general of the Imperial Guards. How could he have taught her to ride a horse? She learned how to ride a horse from someone who reminded her to cherish her life when she was in Zhao State.

Xu Zhi took a step back, ignoring the reins he handed to her, and stared at her secret guard, asking him to continue guarding Xunzi.

She raised her head slightly and said disdainfully: "If I were a good rider, I wouldn't have ridden in the same car with you when I came here."

Li Xian pulled back the reins, his ink-like eyes sank for a moment, and his mind involuntarily floated back to the scene in Handan many years ago.

It wasn't just Zhang Liang's roses. Under the banyan tree where snow and frost were dancing, a handful of moonlight had once asked him the truth.

At that time, Li Xian did not understand the meaning of her saying "never betray" because it was a deeper feeling than just love.

He understood now. But it was ironic, wasn't it? He understood when he felt that she would never trust anyone again.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xu Zhi just stood aside stubbornly. He held the reins tightly and let the black horse go in the rain. He seemed to be uncompromising. No matter how heavy the rain was, they had to return to Xianyang before tonight.

Speaking of which, as long as she wanted, she used her brain a little, said a few more words, she didn't even have to make any promises or prices, she only needed to frown, and she could make him more obedient than a dog.

It's not that she doesn't know how to coax people. On the contrary, as long as Xu Zhi is willing, that person will be coaxed to satisfaction.

Perhaps it was because she had used all these tricks on another person before. Besides being domineering and arrogant, she could also speak softly and gently. In her spare time, she could put aside her pride and act nice and nice, making people feel distracted.

She felt that this was all superfluous.

Because Zhang Liang hated her, even at the end of his life, he did not forget to lie to her, making her suffer for the rest of her life.

Now, she is unwilling to spend any time guessing what a person is thinking.

For example, under gloomy skies and amid the sound of rain, Li Xian is best at acting pitiful.

"Back then, time was short and I couldn't teach you well."

He knew very well what the situation was in Handan.

He was unhappy that she wanted to save Li Mu, so he put her on a horse and took her to Yongcheng regardless of the consequences, and later he simply taught her how to ride a horse.

Xu Zhi was scared, but he didn't let her come down.

He said: "There is no Qin people who can't ride a horse. You can't even ride a horse, and you still want to save the enemy? Stupid."

She was weak back then, and panicked when he pushed her. Later, she gritted her teeth and raised the whip.

Li Xian thought, if he could go back to that day, he would definitely speak nicely, and be patient and persuasive, and his voice would definitely be gentler than Zhang Liang's.

Li Xian seemed to remember something, "I said at that time, if you have time in the future and want to learn better, I will teach you again. It also counts now." When he spoke, he was rarely nervous.

She smiled, "What are you teaching me? Horse riding? Actually, I learned it quite well before. I even rode dozens of miles from Xianyang to Nanzheng County at night and made you very happy. At that time, you didn't worry about whether I would fall to death on the road."

"..." He never knew that she remembered all the unpleasant things in the past. Well, Xu Zhi originally studied archaeology, and she was first-rate at digging up old things.

He opened his mouth for a long time, and finally lowered his head. After saying so much, he could only see indifference in her eyes. It was clearly spring, but it was colder than the coldest winter.

"I know you're worried about me going back to Xianyang alone."

Xu Zhi sneered and didn't look at his narrow, bewitching eyes.

"Your legs are on your body. If you want to go to Xianyang alone, I can't stop you."

Li Xian stood there motionless, appearing calm on the surface, but his heart was completely broken.

He would rather she pointed at his nose and scolded him like before, or perhaps threatened him angrily and taught him a lesson for his past mistakes, than this kind of estrangement.

She really didn't misunderstand him. It was not unprecedented for him to abandon her and do other things.

Li Xian will never leave alone again.

"Then come back with me," he said.

Li Xian insisted on returning to Xianyang, and Xu Zhi planned to find another way to keep him in Daliang.

She even thought of asking Lu Heng to stab him on the way.

"If Princess doesn't want to ride a horse, then you can take a carriage." He paused, "You take the carriage and I'll ride a horse." He compromised.

Ever since Zhang Liang disappeared without a trace.

She had almost lost the anger she had in arguing with others in the past, and became calm and indifferent, and she was even too lazy to talk to him.

Every move is like that person.

She didn't even look at him, didn't want to say another word, and turned to leave.

As decisive as a knife.

He remembered the dimly lit night in Xinzheng when he let her go against him. From then on, no matter what he did, whether mean or sincere, he could no longer make her smile at him as she did when they first met.

He took advantage of Xu Zhi and fell in love with Ying Hehua.

He never understood that Ying Hehua is Xu Zhi and Xu Zhi is Ying Hehua.

The wind also laughed at his stupidity and confusion.

A long ray of light stretched across the sky, illuminating the darkness for a moment and passing through her thin and lonely back.

The corridor was empty and thunder started.

He suddenly lost his composure. No matter how rational he was, he couldn't control himself.

Xu Zhi felt a weight on his arm and his waist suddenly tightened.

He leaned over and held her in his arms.

She had lost a lot of weight, and her shoulder bones were clearly visible, which made him uncomfortable.

"Xu Zhi." He whispered in her ear, calling her name almost pleadingly, "Xu Zhi, you know I have always been stupid."

She was not as strong as before. She struggled for a while and then stopped, almost having to rely on his strength to breathe.

She was too light, and he immediately carried her to the railing of the pavilion and sat her down.

He looked at her devoutly and lowered his head to stroke her palm.

"I hate that I remember, but I can't stop being delusional. In the midst of chaos, you shined on me like daylight, and relieved my loneliness. Only now do I understand that what I fear most is that you no longer want to believe in me, and won't allow me to see your joy."

He knew that she was the softest of people and couldn't bear to hear such soft words. But he had to use that face to make a sad and aggrieved expression, looking up with his eyebrows knuckled.

The next moment, he didn't care where he was and put his nose on her neck.

"You don't want me to go back to Xianyang. If you are really worried, you can break one of my legs and I will not say a word." Her neck was wet, just like the wetness left by the rain, but his breath was hot.

He has always been this kind of person, and what he says is as loud as the northwest wind.

"What a cheapskate," she wanted to call him.

She probably hasn't been mentally normal since she came back from the Tingwei Prison.

If it were in the past, she would have raised her hand to slap him, but now, with her whole body in his arms, she did not push away, but obediently let her hands hang by her side, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

He was surprised, but heard her push him, tilted her head, and asked with a curled lip, "Really?"

"real."

She slowly put her arm around his waist, "I believe you."

The soft and white neck makes one's heart flutter.

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg!

When she pulled out the dagger, Li Xian staggered and blood was all over the floor.

"This will make it easier for both of us to report to the authorities, right?" She looked at him jokingly without even frowning.

She is such a cruel woman.

But he liked her, he liked her ruthlessness.

His brows sank and he grabbed her back. She was sitting high up and could kick him in the chest. He held down her moving legs and was stabbed in the leg. The pain made him not realize how much force he had used to hold her ankle.

The rain was pouring down, and thunder sounded again as dense as drumbeats.

He held her head and kissed her mocking lips. He dispelled her surprise and made it impossible for her to concentrate.

This was the second time he kissed her, but it was the first time he took over her entire aura.

The tongues and throats are against each other, and the swords are fighting.