"Hehe...hehe...God..."

Chapter 58 Operation Rescue, Great Failure

Afraid of what will come.

And the most feared thing has finally come.

Mr. Fei's expression at the moment is like that of a sage who was full of passion for the turbulent times in Kyushu and wrote quickly and suddenly traveled to a strange world, and this world is full of Doraemon with dual holy swords.

Han Fei leaned weakly against the tree in the center of the school building, smiling in despair.

The inheritance of Legalist doctrine should be cut off. If it disappears like this, it may leave a better thought for future generations. I originally planned to entrust the burning value of this life to the young and young, but now I think about it.

She might as well simply entrust it to her classmates who have been lost in the whirlpool of power.

The worldview is already like this anyway, and she doesn't plan to cultivate it anymore. It will be broken every time you repair it. Do you dare to take into account the feelings of the next master!

Thinking about life night after night, it's been two nights of insomnia, why are you royal family so corrupt, is this lewd/promiscuous attribute contagious?Even the only student she was looking forward to was dyed that strange color.

As for later...

Mr. also taught you a ghost, you should teach Mr.

This is really a nightmare that won't end. She shouldn't have known anything from the beginning, and shouldn't have mentioned Yan Ce, so that she won't...

What should I do, I know so much that I shouldn't know.

Staring aimlessly at the clouds and clouds in the sky, Han Fei's indifferent eyes as clear as water could not see the future direction.

Fusu was her student. Han Fei had already chatted with the girl privately. She felt guilty about the cohabitation of the mother and the teenager, the night activities of men and women, as well as the magical attitude of trying to undress and go to bed. There was even a little indescribable excitement in her words. .

This is basically useless.

Seeing the two children clasping their little hands so tightly, her expression was a little subtle. The last private chat with Gong Zice was too much information for the first time, which directly burned the CPU of Mr. Fei, resulting in the unfinished conversation.

What if...she still has the possibility of saving one?

So, what to do!If she said it directly in public, wouldn't it be poking at the child's spine? If you were euphemistic, I'm afraid that she would start bombing the fragments of the Three Views that had already been shattered all over the place.

Young Master of Yan State, Young Master of Qin State, Fusu, the future of the young girl is worth looking forward to. No matter whether the young girl can make the law a kingly orthodox in the future, and whether the young man can inherit her criminal name in the future, she must be a teacher. The identity of the children pushed the children to a wider sky, blooming dazzling brilliance on the magnificent Kyushu stage.

can be done.

Should be able to do it.

Maybe it's possible...

If you can't do it, is it okay to push it forward? Why do you feel that your confidence is completely dissipated? I also want to return to Jixia and stand on the high platform again.

Look, it's non-students!

Look, right and wrong students ended this era.

No, proud of my students.

It's not the bad memory of "please, please let go sir" now.

The cold and arrogant face showed a somewhat difficult smile, and her eyes became a little more sad, and she resisted the urge to burst into tears.

So ah, stop provoking poor Mr. Fei.

The woman's wonderfully changed expression all reflected in Yan Ce's eyes.

This can be performed in a play, for example, what kind of A.VI the teacher has fallen into, how can this master of legalism have a wonderful feeling of burning himself at any time and lighting up the future.

Yan Ce walked up to Han Fei, saluted politely, and said doubtfully, "Mr. Fei, your complexion is worse than mine, do you want to take a day off?"

Han Fei ignored Fusu, who bowed his head and said nothing, and asked calmly, "It's alright, how's Gongzice's homework?"

It must be Yan Ce's illusion. He always felt that Mr. Fei was forcibly suppressing the thick sadness and keeping himself in a calm state.

Could it be that Mr. Fei has fallen out of love?

Who is that teacher, is it the Qin King Yingzheng, or the loyal dog Lingshi?

As for why it must be a teacher, I always feel that there is no other person who is worthy of a non-Mr. After all, even Ying Zheng is respected as a Mister. There should be very few boys that this cold woman can look up to.

The distracting thoughts in his head only lasted for less than a second, and Yan Ce handed over another volume of the county system booklet that had been copied in the air to the husband, and answered seriously: "The basic model of the county system has been completed, as for the rest. The feedback results after the initial implementation are poor, and then some improvements are made through the feedback results.”

It has already done so.

She likes this kind of serious child.

Han Fei unfolded it gently, looking at the dog crawling from beginning to end, the corners of his lips could not help rising, and he silently sighed at the execution ability of the young man, and then a proud brilliance appeared in his eyes.

Yan Ce hesitated for a moment, then continued: "When the perfect new system was handed over to the King of Qin, she seemed to be only generally satisfied, but did not show much joy. Is there any need for revision? It should be relatively perfect. Well, where is it not good enough."

The young man spoke very seriously, so serious that he didn't even notice the strange expression on Fusu's side beside him.

"The superiority of the county system lies in preventing local rebellions, concentrating royal power, and solving the problems caused by division. This is the best solution I can think of, so it's not enough."

Yan Ce's gaze had indeed reached the peak of what this era could reach, and there was no big problem with this system that could last for a thousand years.

Mr. Fei was already taken aback by the young man's various novel words, listening to the troubles of the young man. For a time, Han Fei didn't know how to solve his confusion.

She understands King Qin's character, and she can probably imagine what King Qin means, but she can't say it.

Well-intentioned.

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