Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce said seriously: "Outline of Modern History, Advanced Mathematics, Ma Zhe, General Physics."

Fusu: "..."

Han Fei: "..."

Fusu didn't understand, but thought it was very esoteric, while Han Fei frowned, and there was a trace of embarrassment on his delicate and cold face. Which master's doctrine.

Han Fei asked with difficulty: "What is all this?"

Yan Ce explained: "Probably study people and the world, and briefly describe the laws of the sun, moon, and stars."

Han Fei was stunned for a moment.

Taoism?

Legalism is developed and extended in combination with Taoism, and Han Fei himself is a master of the three schools of magic, and his understanding and perception of Taoism is of course deeper than that of ordinary literati.

I just didn't expect that at a young age, I would study the doctrines of Taoism. Even the scribes who had been immersed in it for many years would not necessarily be able to understand it, and it was even more difficult to understand.

Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "Then use the same bookcase with the young master for the time being. The morning class time has passed, and the afternoon is for self-study."

Fusu raised his eyes and reluctantly moved his buttocks to leave half for Yan Ce, motioning him to come and sit.

In another world, Yan Ce was all alone, except for the lack of many entertainment activities at this moment, it seemed that there was not much change from usual.

It is unexpectedly good to have a peaceful mentality to live with the situation, otherwise it would not be the same. Would it be necessary to fight against the highest authority in Xianyang for the State of Yan, Qin Wangzheng would not condone such provocative behavior no matter how generous he was.

Since we have come to this unfamiliar era, let's take a step by step.

Yan Ce sat directly beside Fusu without too much scruples, as if he was back in high school with his female classmates and pretended to listen to the teacher banging on the blackboard to give lectures.

Yan Ce raised his hand and greeted him with a smile, "Good luck, Young Master Su."

"Ah."

Fusu's cheeks bulged slightly, she turned her head away and didn't want to pay attention to the eager young man beside him. Seeing that he could be valued by King Qin, her heart seemed to be missing a piece, and she was a little jealous.

It was past noon, the sun was dazzling, and the treetops were buzzing.

Under the ancient tree, a teenage girl Fu Su was sitting on her knees in front of the desk, her upper body stretched straight, her light blue uniform outlines an attractive curve, and her well-developed figure is not inferior to those of Yan Ce's well-balanced nutrition. female college student.

Under Mr. Fei's advice, Fusu started her previous work on bamboo slips. The top was already densely annotated, and moved a little bit to Yan Ce's side, so that he could see but couldn't see clearly.

The girl's mischievous Xiaosi was seen through by Han Fei at a glance, Han Fei frowned, but he couldn't bear to reprimand.

But Yan Ce didn't really care whether he could see it or not, he couldn't read seal characters anyway.

Han Fei nodded approvingly. In her eyes, Yan Ce, who does not fight, does not fight, and does not make trouble, is really good. She is close to Zhu Zhechi. I believe that King Qin had this idea and let the young man accompany Su Gongzi to study together.

Just as Yan Ce was considering the possibility of the speed of light surpassing time, his cuff was gently pulled twice, Yan Ce lowered his head, and a tender little hand was pulling on the cuff.

"Well, here you go..."

Fusu bit her lower lip and moved the bamboo slip to the right again, blushing red, she realized that the prank just now was a little naive.

Yan Ce politely replied, "Okay."

There was a hint of guilt on her tender red face. To a certain extent, her small actions just now were enough to be provocative. Fusu lowered her head and pretended to study the booklet, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you angry?"

The 2000-year-long difference in thought made Yan Ce not very able to understand why a girl's petty actions are worth getting angry. If his female deskmate in high school didn't like him, she would even throw her schoolbag out of the window. spell.Once a boy sent Yan Ce a confession text message as a prank, and the female deskmate was so angry that she almost threw him out of the window. It is worth mentioning that the classroom is on the fifth floor, and there is no worry of paralysis after falling.

"Don't be angry, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Fusu whispered back in a panic, and at the same time turned around quickly, her cheeks were hot with shame, her fingers tugged under the desk, and the innocent girl fell into a strange state of entanglement.

All afternoon, I had a self-study class with the girl Fusu. As for what Mr. Fei was writing when he went back to the house, he would come out every hour to see if the two of them were slacking off. In this way, Yan Ce stared at the book for a few hours. It is a combination of simplified characters to recognize a few.

But it's a complete bible.

Moreover, there are no punctuation marks on the bamboo slips of this era. If you want to separate sentences and read them, you can only pass them on by word of mouth. It can be said that the same volume of classics, if the sentence is broken in the wrong place, the meaning will have a huge deviation.

The sky is dotted with stars, and the moon wheel hangs in the distant sky.

Fusu fell asleep comfortably on the edge of the desk, breathing smoothly and leisurely, the slender legs under his clothes rubbed slightly, and occasionally a few cute murmurs came from his lips.

Mr. Fei walked out of the room, looked up at the sky, and announced that it was time for the self-study class. Not to mention a girl who helped Su, even a teenager like Yan Ce had his legs numb.

Not long after, a dedicated maid woke up the sleeping son Fusu and led the still-drowsy son to dinner.

But Yan Ce was completely ignored. The maids and guards seemed to be unable to see him, so he had to follow Fusu and find some food, otherwise he would starve to death in Xianyang.

Passing through the quiet and leisurely path, Yan Ce glanced inadvertently, and found a beautiful woman in a black dress sitting on the icy steps of His Royal Highness.

She looks down alone at the faint lights of thousands of households in Xianyang, like a dreamy and beautiful person in the painting against the backdrop of the flying fireflies.

Chapter 5 A Little Secret for Two

Memories of the distant past reverberated in her mind. It was her childhood days in Handan, Zhao State, under the shelter of others. She originally thought that the unforgettable hatred rooted in her heart would accompany her for a lifetime, but she, who was already king, was unexpectedly calm about that shameful history. .

Does that memory really belong to her?

People's ability to adapt is really scary, what can be passed, and what can't be passed, will pass sooner or later.

The moon is hazy.

Ying Zheng raised his arm and stretched out towards the pale moon wheel, his palms open, and the moonlight shone through the gaps between his fingers on the pale golden pupils.

He clenched his palms, trying to grasp the pale moonlight.