Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The closer she got to King Qin, the less the woman could say the answer that the other party was eager to hear. Fusu, who was the only designated heir, didn't even see her praise it once or twice. It wasn't for the sake of keeping the next generation's tail off the sky. Poke a hole out.

Han Fei raised his lips and waited patiently for the teenager to find out the interesting answer, and then turned his attention to Fusu.

I see.

Fusu's face was soft, and he quietly tipped his head, thinking together with the boy the main reason why Ying Zheng's satisfaction index was 9.5 instead of a perfect 10.

She has never memorized Shang Junshu, but she has studied the Book of Songs and Chu Ci. Although the books are mostly ballads of the people at the bottom or dreamy and gorgeous rhetoric, various political meanings can still be revealed between the lines.

The girl pondered for a while, and said, "It's because of the lack of restrictions on the nobles of the Six Nations. All the nobles should be imprisoned... Well, in the autumn, they will be specially invited to the government for special education, and they will be engaged in farming to experience the suffering of people's livelihood."

The girl took the boy's hand and continued to smile softly: "After all, my mother said that everything must be done with the country as the top priority, and we must take precautions before it happens."

"That...isn't it wrong?"

Fusu raised his eyes to look at Yan Ce, but the boy was silent, the girl tugged at his sleeve and bit the corner of his lips.

Yan Ce thought of the death of the First Emperor in parallel time and space, and the history of the dance of demons suddenly realized, and said: "It makes sense."

So, Han Fei's expression froze, raising his hand to cover his desperate eyes silently.

Don't change it-!

This is not the main reason! ! !

pS: I planned to offer a reward when I wrote the testimonials on the shelves, but you all gave the rewards directly. I thought about it, so let me write the testimonials in classical Chinese to make up for the broken hearts of the young readers who have already given the rewards.

Chapter 59 Mr. Non's Journey to Redemption

The morning sun rises, the warm wind blows gently, and the branches and leaves of the ancient trees sway slowly.

Mr. Fei's cheeks were slightly dull.

Staring at the boundless sky, even if the whole person is in a state of madness, his cold temper will not easily reveal his emotions.

Han Fei was silent for a long time before lowering his head, his expression became extremely complicated in an instant, staring at the young girl without blinking, enduring the unpleasant feeling of aggrieved, said: "I think you can think about it again. Think of other reasons."

And what about Yan Ce...

The boy bent down and spread out the slip on the table. Hearing Han Fei's words, he fell into deep thought again. He saw the slightly blurred ink marks at the end of the slip, and said nothing.

It is true that the nobles of the Six Nations were never willing to admit that they were destroyed even if they were destroyed. Even in the future, they would only choose to dormant temporarily, waiting for a certain opportunity to follow the old system and resist the idea that it should be progress. If there is no restriction, They will lift the rotten coffin board and shout something.

As expected, she is indeed the successor chosen by Sister Zheng. Even if she sees a book dead all day, she still has a certain predictability of the future, but the girl is too soft, and pure ideological education is impossible to renovate the concept of imprisonment. It would be good if their coffin boards were completely nailed down.

so--

Why are the shoulders so heavy.

Yan Ce turned her head and put Su's chin on the edge of his shoulder, her delicate body gently pressing against the boy's back, even through the girl's coat, she could clearly feel the slight trembling of her soft chest as she breathed.

"It's here—"

The girl resisted the resentment of this kind of knowledge in the bottom of her heart, and stared at every detail of this national policy with all her attention, and then smiled, her white and delicate little hand covered the back of the boy's hand, and carefully pinched the boy's right index finger and moved towards the county. implementation steps in the system.

The warm temperature is conveyed by intimate touch.

Fusu's eyes lit up with a gentle look.

She said slowly: "The nobles of the Six Nations will spare no effort to deny the Qin State, so it is difficult for the people of the Six Nations to agree with the Qin State's system from the bottom of their hearts, whether it is right or wrong is irrelevant, because Qin State started It's already on the opposite side."

"My idea is to first try to 'probation' the nobles of the Six Nations, and then 'probation' the conservatives who firmly oppose it."

Han Fei's eyes flashed flashes of memories of his homeland.

It was one of the worst memories of her life. All the reform plans she proposed were abandoned by Wang Qizhi of South Korea, and her enthusiasm for life gradually died down at that time.

The county system is bound to be resolutely resisted by conservatives.

The enfeoffment system lasted too long, so the vast majority of Confucian scholars still regarded enfeoffment as a necessary condition for maintaining a prosperous world. This is the terrible thing about "orthodoxy".

In the progress of history, the advanced ones fall behind, and there will always be people who still stubbornly stick to the same and sneer at the pathfinders who have been searching for a long time.

However, the future belongs to the younger generation, both past and present.

"If you want to learn these, Master will teach you the emperor's power tactics and the countermeasures when the 47 signs of national subjugation appear in the book, but now—"

She must first correct the distorted emotional concepts of girls and teenagers.

Even if Han Fei isn't someone who cares too much about other people's eyes, this cold woman never wants to be secretly pointed at Xianyang Palace and said, "Old iron, look! This is the teacher of the boy who plays mother and daughter, the famous teacher. Han Fei."

Han Fei took a step forward, and rolled up the booklet under the surprised eyes of the young girl, his face as cold as a fairy showed a hint of absoluteness.

"You two give me a seat!"

……

Time passed bit by bit, with Mr. Fei's extremely boring small class lecture, the weak girl in the department who was tired of studying seemed to have drank a small drink containing unknown drugs, lying on the edge of the book table and couldn't open her eyelids again.

Under the tree, the whirling shadows of flowers swayed on the top of the girl's hair, quietly covering the rising morning sun.

Mr. Fei's lecture came to an abrupt end at this point.

She tried hard to contain the slightest loss in her heart, and her long expectations for the crown prince girl were finally about to disappear with repeated blows. Fortunately, she did not put all her expectations on the girl, and her eyes were drawn from the girl's delicate sleeping face. Moved to Yan Ce.

Yan Ce twitched his fingers at this moment, and his face was curiously stirring the sleeping girl's cheeks. Fusu's beautiful face with a little baby fat was gently poked and a small depression was poked.

"Ah... um..."