Chaotic Qin

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand to hold Qin Zichu's palm, and he followed the Confucian scholar to meet Xun Kuang.

The Confucian scholar walked outside the door and said with a stiff expression, "Please wait a moment, Mr. Chu."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Qin Zichu to reply, he got into the door and locked it tightly, preventing Qin Zichu from peeping into it.

Ying Zheng said to Qin Zichu with some dissatisfaction: "I really don't know what is good and what is bad, and dare to let us wait outside."

Qin Zichu smiled slightly, and said softly, "Is Ah Zheng very dissatisfied with Confucian scholars?"

Ying Zheng curled his lips and looked mockingly.

He said bluntly: "At the beginning, I raised more than seventy doctoral officers, almost all of whom were Confucian disciples. But they would use the salary I gave them to oppose my strategy all day long, and kept shouting 'Fa Xianwang' , opposed the New Deal, and forced me to divide the conquered world into feudal vassals. I implemented the system of prefectures and counties, unified the world's characters, unified currency and weights and measures. These measures are all to better control the people and prevent the head of Guizhou from dissatisfaction due to geographical disputes. As long as the New Deal is implemented, it will be faster and more convenient to implement administrative orders in the future. But Confucianism is conservative, unable to accept any changes at all, and strongly resists methods that do not conform to Confucianism, causing people all over the world to talk about it."

Speaking of this, Ying Zheng's eyes became extremely cold: "And the nobles from the six countries that I can't kill all in one go are even more shameless mixing with this group of brainless Confucian scholars, using them as gunmen, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity to kill them all." Restore the enfeoffment system, and seize the lost power from it. It is strange that I have a little bit of affection for Confucian scholars."

"So you just go and bury all the Confucian scholars alive to vent your anger?" Qin Zichu smiled helplessly, and squeezed Ying Zheng's palm.

Ying Zheng was taken aback by what he said, and looked up at Qin Zichu with a flicker of disappointment.

He explained in a low voice: "I buried alive Confucian scholars who were good at yin and yang and five elements and proficient in alchemy. Han Zhong and others left without saying goodbye; Xu Fu spent a lot of money and finally disappeared; Lu Sheng accepted my huge funding, But he doesn’t do his job properly, arranges my faults in private, and dares to slander the court. I will not let them go anyway. But if "buried all Confucian scholars alive"..."

Qin Zichu grabbed Ying Zheng's palm reassuringly.

Before he could say anything more, Ying Zheng had already said, "It's okay, I understand how I will be arranged after my death."

In the courtyard, Xun Kuang sat in the courtyard with a gentle expression, surrounded by all the students who came to Qin State with him.

"Teacher, Mr. Zichu will meet you in person. He has kept you here for so long. If you don't want to see him, the students will coax him to leave." Looked aggrieved.

Xun Kuang smiled and waved his hands, and said softly, "Young Master Chu is the ruler of a country, and he manages a lot of affairs every day. He doesn't have so much time to think about us idlers. He once told me that I have something to pass on to the head of the other palace. , asked for an interview. But we were originally just a school, and the people served here are not short of food, clothing, and housing, so how can we complain to Mr. Zichu?"

"... What the teacher said is, I'll invite Master Zi Chu to come in." The Confucian scholar who was originally angry was completely irritated by Xun Kuang's words.

He responded respectfully, got up and went to invite Qin Zichu in.

"Please, Mr. Zi Chu, the teacher invites you in."

Qin Zichu smiled lightly, his expression remained the same as before, and replied in a low voice, "Thank you."

Immediately, he took Ying Zheng's palm to enter the door, went directly to Xun Kuang and knelt on the ground, solemnly bowed to Xun Kuang, and said in a serious tone: "Zi Chu's careless mistakes are nothing. It can be explained, I don't ask Mr. Xun Kuang for understanding, I just hope that I can express my apology to you."

Xun Kuang helped Qin Zichu up: "Young Master Chu, you don't have to do this. Xun Kuang didn't mean to blame you for this matter."

Having said this, Xun Kuang sighed.

There was a sense of helplessness in his voice: "Master Zi Chu can devote his energy to changing the lives of the people and stabilizing the situation in Qin. Xun Kuang can't ask for it, so why would he complain that the son is doing business and forgets to talk and laugh with his followers? A truly excellent king does not want to hang out with his disciples all day long like Chunshen Jun to have fun, Zi Chu's approach is correct."

Qin Zichu couldn't help paying attention when he heard the word "Chun Shenjun", but he didn't know anything about Chun Shenjun, so he didn't say much.

Xun Kuang just complained casually instead of waiting for Qin Zichu to reply.

After complaining, Xun Kuang directly brought the topic back to the right track, and asked Qin Zichu: "Young Master Zichu, why are you here?"

Qin Zichu shook his head and said in a low voice: "Actually, there is nothing I want to bother Mr. Zichu. Zichu is not a courageous person. All the matters of expanding the territory are entrusted to capable ministers and generals. Zichu doesn't need to worry about it. Zichu is now It is enough to wait for General Wang Jian to pass the news of victory back to Daqin Bian, and other domestic affairs are already on the right track."

Hearing Qin Zichu's words, instead of saying that he was incompetent, Xun Kuang smiled broadly.

He smiled gently, and praised: "Master Zi Chu knows people well and is not obsessed with war. This is the blessing of the people in the world."

To be praised by a generation of people, Qin Zichu couldn't help but smile.

He suddenly remembered what he wanted to do before, but after a little hesitation, he still decided not to tell someone who was not his confidant before the matter was decided.

Therefore, Qin Zichu bid farewell to Xun Kuang simply and neatly: "Zi Chu has other things to do, if Mr. Xun Kuang needs anything, feel free to ask Qiao, I will take my leave first."

"Master Zichu, go slowly." Xun Kuang nodded, and got up to send Qin Zichu out.

Han Fei stood up suddenly, and stopped Qin Zichu in a much calmer tone, saying, "Young master, Mr. Zichu, please stay!"

Qin Zichu nodded: "It's not your son."

Han Fei waved his hand and said with serious eyes: "Please, please don't call me Mr. Fei. Han, Han Fei is a subjugated person, and I can't bear this title."

Qin Zichu changed his title in a polite manner: "Then Han Fei, what do you want to say when you stopped me?"

Han Fei's expression showed three points of hesitation. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Before Korea's demise, Han Fei hoped that he could be reused by the lord of the country.... Does Mr. Chu need a doctorate officer now?"

Qin Zichu couldn't figure out why Chu Hanfei suddenly gave up his national hatred and wanted to be an official of the Qin Dynasty after being imprisoned in the Yin Palace for two years.

He met Han Fei's eyes suspiciously, and said sincerely: "Han Fei, I can't understand why you have changed so much. I have always thought that you are a talented person, and you are an amazingly talented person." People. So, when I can't trust you, I dare not use you. I think you are as clear as I am about how sensitive your identity is."

Han Fei lowered his head, looked up at Qin Zichu after a while, took out a scroll of letters from behind and handed it to him.

He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "If, if Mr. Chu has not changed his mind after reading it, Han Fei will not bother you any more."

After the words fell, Han Fei left directly.

But Qin Zichu stared at the slip in his hand, but couldn't help but want to open it and read the contents.

But Qin Zichu knew that even in order to maintain his elegant and noble image in public, he had to be calm and calm, and he couldn't open and read the letter Han Fei left behind like a monkey in a hurry.

……but……

_(:з」∠)_ No wonder people say curiosity killed the cat, I really want to open it!

Ying Zheng noticed that Qin Zichu was staring at the letter in his hand, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

With a smile on his face, he took the letter from Qin Zichu's hand away, and said softly, "Father, didn't you say that you are going to meet Zeng Hu? It's getting late, let's leave early."

As soon as something related to the war was mentioned, Qin Zichu was immediately distracted by Ying Zheng.

He nodded, and as Ying Zheng moved out, he quickly disappeared in the courtyard where the Confucian scholars lived.

In the room, Han Fei stood by the window and watched silently as Zi Chu's figure disappeared.

The handsome man standing in the room with him suddenly said: "Junior Brother, are you very familiar with Young Master Zi Chu? I see that you speak to him very casually."

Hearing the man's description, Han Fei couldn't help being taken aback.

But he quickly shook his head and answered the handsome man's question: "I'm just a prisoner of Mr. Zi Chu, and I'm afraid I'm not even a prisoner now."

After Han Fei said this, a dazed expression appeared on his face.

He recalled the days when he was escorted in front of Young Master Zi Chu, and couldn't help feeling even more depressed.

After two years of precipitation, Han Fei has become more aware than before that there is no difference between himself and Zheng Guo. Both of them care more about whether their talents can have the opportunity to display.

He is the same as those famous people in the past, no matter whether he is arrogant or humble, what Ji Jiyingying hopes for is to be reused by a wise king, so that his theory can be carried forward.

The importance of inheriting his own doctrine even overwhelmed his emphasis on the blood of the Korean royal family.

Zi Chu is Han Fei's last chance.

If he missed it, he could only be a frustrated scholar for the rest of his life, wasting his whole life in the study.

"If Junior Brother is appreciated by Young Master Zi Chu, can you recommend me to Young Master Zi Chu?" The handsome man took a deep look at Han Fei.

His eyes were filled with distrust of Han Fei's answer, but he didn't show any embarrassment when he asked Han Fei for a recommendation, and he seemed very frank.

Han Fei nodded and did not refute the handsome man's request.

It was the first time in two years that Mr. Zichu returned to the Yan Palace, Qiao, who was the manager, appeared in front of Qin Zichu with tears streaming down his face.

He knelt directly on the ground and shouted: "Master, this old servant hasn't seen you for a long time."

"Qiao, get up." Qin Zichu smiled very kindly.

Seeing Qiao get up from the ground, Qin Zichu said softly, "I'm going to meet Zeng Hu and other Mohist disciples who came to seek refuge, lead me the way."

"Ah?" Upon hearing that Qin Zichu was going to meet those Mohist disciples who were about to tear down the other buildings in the Yong Palace, the expression on Qiao's face immediately froze.

Qin Zichu looked at Qiao suspiciously: "What happened to them?"

Qiao quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to hide anything and said, "Master Zi Chu, the courtyard they live in was destroyed by the bomb."

……"fry"? ! ! !

Qin Zichu's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart beat fast.