Qin Dynasty Novelist

"Master Fusu, you don't need to be too polite."

"Compared to the martial arts practiced by the two young masters, the swordsmanship taught by Confucianism is nothing more than a small way, but it's just to strengthen the body and protect oneself from danger."

Fu Nian also smiled, bowed his hands in return, his eyes fell on the two young masters in front of him, they have stayed in Xianyang Palace for more than two years, and they know a lot about everything in Xianyang.

Now among the heirs of King Qin, Mr. Fusu is the oldest. Over the past few years, in the temple of Xianyang Palace, there is also the idea of ​​establishing a crown prince. After all, the crown prince is the foundation of a country. If something happens to the king, the state will not be in chaos.

Didn't you hear that during the time of King Wu of the Qin State, Luoyang died with a tripod, and died suddenly, without even a successor, which caused the state of Qin to be in chaos at that time, but now the King of Qin seems not to be in a hurry.

It didn't show that he attached great importance to Mr. Fusu. Among the other sons, Mr. Tianming was a little older, and the rest were quite young, so it was even more difficult to choose. In the Xianyang Harem, there is no queen queen.

But... Mrs. Li, Gongsun Li, dotes on the harem alone, which is very much in the heart of the king of Qin to win the government. It is rumored that the king of Qin once intended to make Mrs. Li the queen, but later this disappeared.

Sure enough, Madam Li was appointed as queen, then her heir Tianming and son Gao Ke are the absolute contenders for the crown prince, and Mr. Fusu is far behind. All these things made Fu Nian sigh.

Confucianism promoted the eldest son inheritance system since the Great Zhou Dynasty!

It may be unfair to some princes and grandchildren, but for the entire vassal state, it is the most stable inheritance method. What Qin Wang Yingzheng did... Fu Nian couldn't understand.

Twenty years after succeeding to the throne, the queen has not been appointed, nor has the crown prince been appointed. Do you think this matter is not important?

Thoughts lingered in my heart for a long time, but I didn't say much. I have been in Qin Dynasty for more than two years, and it is not far from leaving Xianyang.

Some people should have already been unable to bear it.

"Mr. Fu Nian doesn't need to be so self-effacing. Marquis Wuzhen once said that Confucianism can stand up to its current level among hundreds of schools, but it cannot be done by simply convincing people with reason. If you want to convince people with reason, you must first convince people with strength!"

"Mr. Fu Nian, please don't be humble."

Fusu smiled again, and said slowly, in the heart of his father, the Mohist school is a rebellious knight-errant who should have been wiped out long ago, and among the hundreds of schools, the Confucian school is more powerful than the Mohist school.

Its power is evident.

It's just that Confucianism has been hiding itself, and has been trapped in the land of Qilu for decades.

"Haha, Marquis Wu Zhen really thinks highly of Confucianism."

"Within Confucianism, the six arts of civil and martial arts are distinct. All Confucian disciples can practice the "Gentleman Sword". .”

"Since the two young masters are so kind, Fu Nian should demonstrate it."

With a crisp voice and gentle words, he bowed close to him, and during the words, he waved his hand and summoned an iron and wood long sword. He held it in his hand, and the whole body was shimmering with holy rays of light, wisps of righteousness ups and downs.

On the side, Fusu and Tianming looked at each other, each gathered their own strength, and their eyes fell on Mr. Fu Nian.

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"Xue'er, tidy up your things, we will leave Yinyang's house in three days."

In the beautiful Twelve Peaks of Wushan Mountain, the spring is more and more abundant. Sitting on the peaks, each cultivator's practice triggers a different kind of vision, which is mixed between the heaven and the earth, showing a little bit of strangeness.

Leaning against the railing on the second floor, Zhou Qing gazed into the distance, his whole body shone with purple light, after a few breaths, the spirit formula moved and whispered.

"Three days later!"

"Yes, my lord."

The sapphire blue skirt and shirt cover, beautiful eyebrows, peerless appearance, restrained style as she steps, holds a wooden plate in both hands, and there are two delicate dim sums on it, which are made of the spiritual flowers and plants here.

Slowly approaching, silver hair fluttering, hearing the sound, softly responding.

"My lord, count the time, Sister Qianhong and Sister Yanling should be in Huaishui by now."

"After we leave Yinyang's house, shall we go to Nanjun first, or to Chu State?"

In a flash, it has been more than ten days since I came to Yinyang's family. Except for the accident on the first day, my lord went to Yinyang's Jiugongshendu inheritance every day to see the essence.

And according to the documents they received before they entered Yinyang's house, sister Qianhong and the others left the river for Huaishui, and it should be almost there. If the speed is faster, they should arrive even more.

"Go to Nanjun first to deal with some important matters."

"Going to Chu State again, I am also very interested in the inheritance of Ghost Valley."

Rumor has it that the first generation of Guiguzi also asked the patriarch and benefited a lot. Later, the Guigu sect sent them out. In this way, it seems that in the letters of the Guigu sect, there are also some wonderful methods about the patriarch.

When I left Xianyang in the autumn and winter of last year, I should have issued the documents to supervise the important affairs of the four counties long ago, and those county guards should be waiting imminently.

"Yes, my lord."

Xue Ji smiled lightly, it was enough to stay by the adult's side all the time, as for where to go, it didn't matter.

"Where's Xiaomeng?"

"Going to learn piano with Nongyu again early in the morning?"

Xiaomeng's cultivation base stabilized the realm of consolidating the gods, and she was rapidly entering the realm of transforming the gods into a small success. Recently, she has been entangled with Nongyu and learning the piano. For several days in a row, she really has that thought.

"Sister Nongyu's piano skills are profound, and Xiaomeng's talent is excellent. Although the time is still short, she has already acquired a bit of magic."

Xue Ji nodded again. When she was in the back mountain of Tianzong, Xiaomeng had such a heart, but at that time she was kept by her side to practice, and she didn't have much time, but now she has entered the country.

"It's also good to learn piano skills."

"It's almost time, and it's time for me to go to the Hall of Supreme One."

From the wooden tray held by Xue Ji's hands, she took a piece of dim sum, which was quite delicate, with a hint of fragrance, she said, and filled her mouth, the taste was still good, the purple light shone under her feet, and disappeared in place.

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