What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

Chapter 83 The Opening of the Drama [Second update, please recommend]

Chen Ke turned around with a respectful expression: "Your Majesty, it's just a grilled fish."

He smiled and said, "When I go back, I will deliver the fish myself."

Ying Zheng said meaningfully: "For the time being, there is no need. After this essay competition is over, I will eat your fish."

"Hope is a big fish."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, looked at the memorial in his hand and waved his hands: "Okay, let's go."

"Don't get in my eyes here."

Chen Ke shrugged his shoulders, saluted and left.

While walking on the road, Chen Ke suddenly sighed.

"Why do you think, what is the meaning of this fish?"

With a smile on his cheeks: "Actually, it's just a grilled fish."

Chen Ke hummed an out-of-key tune, and walked slowly towards home.

This person, no matter where he goes, he always misses a bite to eat.

Especially Chinese people.

Chinese people and Chinese stomachs, no matter whether they are in the south, the sea, the north, or other places, they will never forget the food of their hometown.

"Go home and eat grilled fish."

Chen Ke walked slowly with her hands behind her back.

Duanmufu

At this time, everyone has returned to the place where they should go, and there are only three people left.

Duanmu Nomad, Yan Kong, Kong Xian.

Kong Xian raised his head, looked at Yan Kong who was sitting there, and sighed deeply.

"I know what you're thinking."

"But at this time, we are not sure that we will win."

"I, Duanmu and Confucianism are too deeply involved, and our ancestors also sacrificed for this goal."

"So, we cannot compromise, we must move forward step by step."

"It's the same even if you know that the road ahead is a Jedi."

"But you are different."

"Although the Yan family has been following the Kong family, they have not been involved in this matter."

"So, you can take care of yourself alone."

Kong Xian's expression was complicated: "Now, Meng Qiu, Zeng Lu, Shi Xuanni and others have already decided to participate in the anthology contest."

"In the end, their positions may not necessarily be consistent with Confucianism. Confucianism only leaves you as firm."

"So, Yan Kong, go back."

"Go back to the doctor's palace and do what you should do."

He smiled, and the smile on Kong Xian's cheek did not have a trace of haze at this time, it was a smile from his heart.

Yan Kong stood there with his back to the sunlight outside the window.

After a while, he sighed and performed the teacher's salute.

"Teacher, take care."

After Yan Kong left, Duanmu Youmu curled his lips.

"Since your ancestors, you have been partial to the Yan family. I didn't expect that you are still partial to the Yan family at this time."

"Ugh"

He sighed, as if he had been wronged.

Kong Xian glanced at him, and sneered: "Arguing with a junior about this, do you have the nerve to say so?"

"Okay, let's talk about what we should do."

Duanmu Youmu touched his chin: "It's actually quite simple."

"After the anthology competition, we no longer have any scruples."

"Since that person is unwilling to continue following our path, we can choose another path."

He squinted his eyes: "In order to achieve great things, there must be sacrifices."

At this time, Duanmu Youmu didn't look as irritable as before, but looked very gloomy and calm.

This is the real Duanmu nomad.

"With Chen Ke here, Fusu's temperament is almost about to turn back. This is absolutely impossible."

"In this case, let's create something to make Fu Su and Chen Ke have a dispute."

"Then, let's follow the original plan and let the tyrant burn books and bury scholars!"

Duanmu Youmu sneered: "Didn't Chen Ke make paper?"

"Don't you want everyone in the world to be able to read?"

"Then we let the tyrant himself cut off the idea of ​​this matter!"

"The students in the doctor's palace, as well as my Duanmu family, are already ready to sacrifice."

"After burning books and burying Confucianism, let Confucian scholars all over the world pass it on by word of mouth, and the name of a tyrant is born."

"People who are secretly uniting the six countries, don't they want to restore the country?"

"When everything goes well, let that kid find someone to support him in the troubled times."

"In this way, when the time comes, the new empire can still develop slowly."

After Duanmu Youmu said this, he looked coldly at the Xianyang Palace in the distance.

"And the emperor of the new dynasty will definitely learn from the experience of the previous dynasty, but he will not try to burn books and confuse scholars."

"At this time, as long as there is a Confucian disciple who can seize the opportunity, then Confucianism can take advantage of the momentum and skyrocket!"

"At that time, the last wish of the ancestors can be fulfilled."

Kong Xian looked at Duanmu Nomad, walked up to him, and stood side by side with him, with emotion in his expression.

"you're right."

"There must be such a day."

"As for the matter of burning books and burying scholars, we still need to discuss it slowly."

"Let's see how to create a gap between the tyrant, Fu Su, and Chen Ke."

another morning
At this time, all the people who wanted to participate in the anthology competition were waiting, and they had already arrived at their respective places according to the content of the previous announcement.

At this time, the place is already heavily guarded, and there are even some soldiers patrolling the venue.

This is a quiet open space, on which there are tables one after another.

In front of the table, there are small stools one by one.

This was made by Chen Ke before and dedicated to the First Emperor.

It is suitable for use here.

The three of Xiao He stood there with curiosity on their faces: "What is that square thing in front of you?"

Chen Ping had doubts on his face: "It looks like something like a futon."

"Is it for sitting?"

At this time, Li Si's figure came from a distance, surrounded by many old Qin soldiers.

These soldiers are all in full armor, full of murderous aura.

Li Si stood there, slightly bowing his hands at the crowd: "Everyone, those who are good at politics, take their seats on the left one by one."

"Those who are good at ordering troops and deploying generals will take their seats on the right one by one."

"After you are seated, I will announce the rules of this essay competition for you."

Although everyone was puzzled and surprised, but facing Li Si, the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, the head of all officials, they were all honest and honest.

Seeing everyone's honest appearance, Li Si breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he was afraid of a thorn.

If there is a thorn head, it will be a headache.

After everyone was seated, Li Sifang looked at them seriously.

"Everyone, His Majesty personally ordered this anthology competition, and even wrote the questions himself. The prime minister, General Wang Jian, and Shaofu Chen Ke will supervise and judge together."

"Now, the test paper is in the hands of the truth, and it has not been opened."

Li Si beckoned, and a soldier came from a distance carrying two boxes.

"This box is sealed by His Majesty, and it will be opened today."

"Come on, open the box!"

PS: The expected climax has not yet arrived, and it is slowly coming, but I feel that I can't write it out, so I don't want to force it.

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