Qin Dynasty Novelist

"Your Majesty, Princess Yangzi is being fed by a wet nurse. She is in good health and protected by a ray of real energy from Marquis Wu Zhen. Madam Li is beautiful and heavenly, and the princess will be appointed as a talent in the future!"

Shaofu Ling Zhao Gao's sense of presence has always been very low, but whenever Qin Wangzheng said something, he would directly appear by his side, responding to everything, and completely caring about it.

Hearing the king's words, Zhao Gao smiled lightly, since the past few years, Mrs. Li's heart has stagnated so much that she could not breastfeed the princess well, so she handed it over to the wet nurse. Although she is young, she has good looks.

"Hahaha, the widow's daughter must be the most honorable princess in the world!"

Qin Wangzheng was overjoyed.

Afterwards, the group returned to Xingle Palace, and not long after, Zhou Qing left Xianyang Palace.

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Bamboo forests are swaying and the sea breeze is blowing. For the people far away in Qilu, spring has already arrived, the temperature has already warmed up, and greenery is everywhere, unlike the cold winds in the Central Plains and Western Qin.

Xiaoshengxianzhuang has been standing in the land of Sanghai for decades. As the foundation of Confucianism, one after another Confucian scholars came out from the inside, practiced the world, and entered the Shandong countries.

The land of the Three Jins does not seem to be obvious, but within the territory of Qi State, it has already been managed extremely firmly. Several decades ago, Qi State was almost destroyed, but Xiaoshengxianzhuang remained the same and was not affected in any way.

The mountains are undulating and orderly, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere, near the sea, there are many bamboo houses, and in the deep, there is a little clear and bright sound.

After the morning class, it’s breakfast. After the hour, there are still six Confucian arts to learn, which are the skills that every Confucian disciple must be proficient in.

"Zifang, Uncle Xun asked you to come over."

After the meal was over, a Confucian student who had recently made friends with Zhang Liang sent a sound transmission, bowed his hands and looked into the depths of the courtyard. In recent years, Master Xun has been studying the principles and improving his cultivation.

"Yes!"

It has been a month since I came to Xiaoshengxian Village from Xinzheng, South Korea. The old country no longer exists, and the sadness deep in my heart has faded a lot. Even so, I still wake up from time to time in my sleep every night.

Thinking about the departure of the ninth son, thinking about the loss of the country, thinking about the disappearance of the quicksand, thinking about the complete disappearance of the five generations of relatives, thinking about..., all kinds of things seem to emerge.

After tidying up his clothes, he whispered to the fellow Confucians, and then he searched for the way and headed towards the deep part of the courtyard. When he first came to Xiaoshengxianzhuang, it was the place where he arrived first.

"I've seen Senior Brother Yan Lu!"

Where Uncle Xun is, the disciples seldom advance, so it is because Uncle Xun seldom teaches, and also because Uncle Xun has a weird temper, which makes people feel uneasy.

The road became narrow, but only three feet wide, and I met a man who was as quiet and elegant as water, a little older than myself, with a crown of hair, and walked with a sense of forgetfulness and elegance, with an extraordinary aura.

This is Senior Brother Yan Lu, a Confucian who studied in Xiaoshengxian Village from Zhao State a few years ago. I heard from the Confucians around him that Senior Brother Yan Lu was a disciple of Xingcheng Library in Zhao State before, when Qin and Zhao fought, Xingcheng Library was destroyed. Just came here.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang couldn't help feeling a sense of pity for each other, the same is far away from the homeland, the same relatives and friends are all dead, the same heart is sad, and he bowed his hands and fell lightly.

"Zifang, Uncle Xun is waiting for you at the bamboo pavilion."

There was no sadness or joy on his face, he was calm and natural, holding a roll of paper books in his hand, and nodded in return with a salute.

"Yes."

Zhang Liang responded.

Immediately, Senior Brother Yan Lu left.

Zhang Liang sighed softly, wondering when he would be able to be like senior brother Yan Lu, forgetting his mind and being unrestrained.Thoughts are chaotic, but the footsteps are automatically moving towards the deep place.

"Uncle Master!"

Holding the letter from the Nine Young Masters, the intention was to ask Uncle Xun to accept me as a disciple, but Uncle Xun had already ignored the important matters of Confucianism, so this was not the case.

Even so, Uncle Xun still arranged for a late Confucian Confucianist to be his teacher. In terms of seniority, he was the same as the head of Fu Nian.

The spring is full of vitality, the garden is full of willows and green, the posture is high-spirited, and the radius is a hundred feet, but the only people living in it are Uncle Xun and two attendants around him. His eyes caught him, and Uncle Xun was sitting in a bamboo pavilion.

The waiter was cooking tea and bowed close.

"Ovary, are you here?"

"And come with me to the game."

Inside the bamboo pavilion, Xun Kuang was wearing a red Confucian crown, sitting quietly behind a table with a chess board, and there were many ancient notations beside him, and he was playing black and white with great interest.

Watching Zhang Liang arrive, he nodded and pointed to the empty seat in front of him with one finger.

"Yes!"

It was another salute, he didn't dare to refuse, he walked slowly into the bamboo pavilion, the corner of his eyes scanned the chess game played by his uncle, as if he had practiced it in Xinzheng, his heart was at ease.

As soon as he was seated, he saw that the battle of more than a hundred black and white chess pieces disappeared, and all the chess pieces were returned to the chess box.

"Zifang, you settle down first."

Xun Kuang lightly stroked the short gray-black beard under his chin with one hand, and smiled lightly at Zhang Liang.

"Yes!"

Not daring to refuse, thinking about the chess game that Uncle Xun had set just now, after a little thought, he picked up a white chess piece and landed it on the chessboard, with a crisp sound.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Seeing where the white pawn was, Xun Kuang nodded again and gave a soft compliment. Zifang's move was interesting, and he must have a lot of skill in chess. After breathing, a black pawn also fell.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang did not hesitate, and the white chess piece followed.

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"Well, Master Xun showed such a big flaw in the chess game, is it to test me?"