Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The girl's tired back came into Ying Zheng's eyes, and her pale golden pupils showed traces of sullen anger. She was not so angry even when she was assassinated by Jing Ke, and she forcibly restrained the anger that was about to rush out.

She clenched the hilt of Tai A's sword tightly, and said to the indifferent woman with a forced smile, "Fu Su, Lao Fan is not Mr.

The girl suddenly woke up when she heard the voice from behind, turned her head tremblingly, lowered her eyes and said timidly, "Your Majesty."

"Hmph." Ying Zheng snorted coldly, unwilling to talk to her.

"Meet Your Majesty." The woman cupped her hands and replied politely. Seeing the young man beside Ying Zheng, she was puzzled, "Who is this?"

"His name is Yan Ce, and he is the son of Yan State. I hope Mr. Fei can teach the widow."

His own son has not been taught well, and he is still in the mood to teach Young Master Yan.

The woman looked at Yan Ce, who was a little shy, and even though she was reluctant, she could only agree, "...No."

Mr. Non?

Han Fei is the only one who can be called Mr. Fei by the arrogant Ying Zheng. In the historical timeline he knows, Qin Wangzheng finished reading Han Fei's bamboo slips and sighed, "A few people can see this person and swim with him, they will never die. I hate it!"

Han Fei, sister Yu, is she still so cold?Didn't he say he had a stutter, and he didn't kneel yet. Could it be a change in the parallel world.

Yan Ce's mind was very confused. The girl who was so frightened that she was about to faint on the spot was Fusu. She seemed to be less than ten years younger than King Qin, and the similarity between the mother and daughter's appearance was a little subtle.

Fusu's two small hands clenched into fists and pressed firmly against his knees, biting the corners of his lips nervously.

Ying Zhengbing looked at Fusu, who bowed his head and admitted his mistake, coldly and indifferently.

for a long time.

Ying Zheng asked indifferently, "What are the two most important laws of the Lord of Shang?"

"This...this, that..." Fusu mumbled and jumped out, and even Yan Ce could see that the question was beyond her comprehension.

"What are the six main contents of the Shangjun reform?"

Ying Zheng sighed and silently lowered the difficulty of the question by a notch, and had already told Fusu a few specific points.

Fusu secretly moved his calf to press down on the bulging seat cushion, raised his eyes and answered tentatively, "Military system... and farming?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in his pale golden pupils, and Ying Zheng picked up the tablet that Fusu had hidden under the cushion.

Unwind.

The timeless and elegant seal characters are printed on the slips.

Recipe, Shining……

"Book of Songs?" Ying Zheng's tone turned cold, and he said heavily with a slightly reprimanding tone.

"Ah."

Fusu knelt down on the cushion in shame, and replied with the sound of mosquitoes.

The broken shadows of summer can't hide those disappointed eyes, the deep eyes reveal helplessness and a touch of melancholy, the sky is full of clouds, and time will not stop, when will this child grow to the extent that he can carry everything .

Can you rest assured that the future of Qin State can be handed over to you...

Ying Zheng shook his head in disappointment and threw the bamboo slip on the desk.

Chapter 4 The Man in the Picture

Fusu's nervous expression was reflected in his eyes.

The girl's eyes reflected the color of panic and guilt, and the corners of her lips were tangled.

Ying Zheng stared at the girl for a few seconds, and said nothing more. What she wanted to cultivate was not a modest gentleman, but a sage with outstanding literary talent.

Ignoring Fusu who was sitting on his knees, she gently pushed Yan Ce in front of Han Fei, and said indifferently, "Yan Ce will settle in Xianyang Palace after that, please ask Mr. Fei to instruct him. As for the cost of food and lodging, it will be the same as Fusu."

With the same treatment as the son Fusu, this Yan country's child should not be a relative left behind by Qin Wangzheng.

It must be.

Seeing Han Fei's unbelievable look after a long time, Ying Zheng's mouth rose slightly.

"The widow still has some trivial matters, so they don't stay too long."

After finishing speaking, Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu, who was so wronged that he was about to cry, and finally the rising arc was gradually smoothed out.

Leaving behind Han Fei and Fusu who looked complicated, and Yan Ce who was confused.

The lonely and cold woman asked lightly, "Which classics have you read?"

Yan Ce stared blankly at Qin Wangzheng's retreating back, while Han Fei's slightly hoarse and indifferent voice recalled him from his complicated thoughts and looked up at Han Fei.

Judging from the standards of the era at the end of the Warring States Period, he should be regarded as a top student, but his reading is too complicated.

Yan Ce replied hesitantly, "I've read a lot."

"Can you be specific?"

The white plain hands supported his chin, and the frosty air on Han Fei's cheeks slightly decreased.

Although she does not say that she is familiar with the theories of a hundred schools of thought, she can also say conceitedly that all of them are involved. Han Fei hopes to be able to teach students according to their aptitude, but the girl Fusu does not have this possibility. study.

And Yan Ce was valued by the King of Qin, but she did not specifically stipulate that she decided to take his interest as the foundation and give guidance. This is the joy of being a teacher.

Forcing her to learn things she didn't want to learn like Fusu did, Fusu suffered, and she suffered too.