Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"He doesn't need to be against me, he just needs to be against the people of the world."

"There is only a swan song left in the contention of a hundred schools of thought, but the glorious afterglow of the saints in the last era has long since become a shadow of water in the frosty sky today, and it will never return... I never pinned my hope of recreating the epic, but with him , the situation will not be too bad."

"Kyushu dominated by Legalist sages does not have the soil for Confucianism to prosper."

"Confucianism, ink, law and Taoism...the prince can use whatever he thinks is easy to use."

Speaking of this, Yan Qing's pupils were depressed, Confucianism was interpreted indiscriminately, and she fell into another unspeakable predicament, and the orthodox Confucianism...what kind of ugliness are they, she has long since given up expectations.

Unless the sages of the Zhuzi era reinvent the old doctrines, the inheritance of Confucianism will only die slowly.

The first emperor was not interested in Confucianism, the prince Yan Ce, and the crown prince Fusu were all students of the Legalists, and most utilitarian scholars would never waste time learning useless knowledge.

"Even if one day, the Confucianism of the Yan family is out of line with the times and is thrown into the grave by Yan Ce, I don't regret supporting him today."

She stood up calmly, covered her bruises on her arms, leaned her back against the door, and the pale cloud sky folded into her eyes.

"After all... I'm just a Yan Ru gravekeeper, so I can only carry him here, and let him work harder. I want to see how far he goes on this ideal road. "

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A pebble fell into the Wei River, and the scattered insects started up, flapping their wings across the water and disappearing into the limit of vision.

Fusu looked back, looking at this ancient capital, bustling with people working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Walking away along the water's edge, the hazy distance is so beautiful that it seems to have washed away the impetuousness of the world.

The girl in the black dress stopped and looked back at Guoshang.

"General Zhao Tuo also failed..."

There was some slight ups and downs in his heart, he blinked, and a meaningful smile appeared on his side face.

"I've run out of tricks, I admit defeat."

She freely admitted defeat, put her hands behind her back and raised her hands, looking into the distance.

"Mother...you lost too."

"..."

His Majesty the Emperor stood at the highest point of Xianyang Palace, overlooking the scenery under the sky.

On the side, Miss Lingshi calmly recited a little "surprise" reported by the jailer, glanced at Yan Ce, who had come back from a desperate situation, quietly put away the letter, saluted, and turned to leave directly.

"The Yan family... mind their own business." The Emperor Shi Huang sighed, "Even the Yan family, who is not on good terms with you, is willing to risk my anger to help you. This is something I never thought of."

"A lot of help."

The First Emperor looked at his expression and pursed his lips.

"Are you saying that I am an unjust and helpless tyrant?"

Yan Ce smiled nonchalantly: "I made a slip of the tongue."

"This is an excellent opportunity for Fusu to accumulate enough prestige to inherit the throne, but there are more people who recognize you than I imagined. It is too early for Fusu to ascend the throne. I lost..."

The First Emperor turned his head and asked, "As an exception, I will ask you again, are you willing to inherit the throne?"

"Fusu's...I won't touch it."

Yan Ce put his arms on the railing and shook his head.

"If she can't be the emperor, I will slowly assist her until the day she can become the emperor."

"But the question is what chance do I have to create that day?"

The First Emperor sighed and leaned on the railing to look into the distance, his brows filled with helplessness.

"His Majesty--"

Holding up the hand of His Majesty the Emperor, the young man solemnly said in a voice as if taking an oath: "I will spend the rest of my life to fulfill my oath."

"No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter."

"Regardless of birth, old age, sickness and death."

Hearing Yan Ce's voice, her mood suddenly became a little complicated. The fingertips that fell into Yan Ce's palm did not withdraw, and the long-lost panic gathered in her heart, especially under such a direct and decisive offensive.

There was a moment of silence, and then it fell silent.

The prince's zero chance of winning in her plan was accidentally broken, and it should not be said to be an accident. There is a cause and an effect. The young man devoted himself to changing an era, walking on a lonely road, and gradually added a curiosity or two. Afterwards, all kinds of people were attracted to follow behind him to witness the birth of ideals together.

A miracle worker... Such a result was beyond her surprise.

But not too bad.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, she hugged Yan Ce, and instantly wrapped the boy's body in warmth, her folded arms hugged her tightly.

"What I said to give the winner a chance is not empty words."

Yan Ce asked vigilantly, "The next thing is 'but', right?"

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth widened, "...not anymore."

"No, no more!"

He didn't seem to realize it. His majesty's routine must be to bestow one hundred and eighty catastrophes before the lofty goal, which is a level higher than the difficulty of cultivating immortals to cross the catastrophe.