A note of soft intestines, silently writing smoke and dust, floating and warm to pay the beauty. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ said Щщшlā - Fusu

Confucianism was involved in danger and harbored rebellion, the identity of the third master Zhang Liang was suspicious and had private dealings with the quicksand organization, and Zhang Han and Li Si's inference pointed to Confucianism as the culprit of the assassination of Fusu.

Fusu's hands trembled faintly, and what he held in his hands was the wanted warrant of Tianming, the rebellious Mo family giant of the empire.

He recognized this familiar face, this young man was the Confucian boy he had helped when he was surrounded by bandits outside Songhai City, and it was then that he met her for the first time. One qiē made him too unexpected, why did she go with the rebels?

He pressed his forehead against his forehead and groaned to himself, his mind already intertwined.

The scene he saw for the first time that day was very clear in his memory.

The young man affectionately called her Shiniang, patted his chest and swore that he would protect Shiniang. And she, although frightened when she was held hostage with a knife, still pretended to be calm and said teasing and laughing things. This was the first impression she left on him, and he was slightly touched for no apparent reason.

This is the epitome of ordinary people, simple and simple, cute and amiable, and full of vitality. This is a subtlety that cannot be touched in his world, just like the flowers and trees that cannot be climbed in the garden, and can only be quietly appreciated. Because I can't touch or have it, I feel more and more deeply in my heart.

He didn't remember her alone, he realized that she was still a very strange woman, as can be seen from the contents of the bamboo slips she left behind.

The bamboo slips recorded the Book of Changes, but the writing was whimsical, the ideas were unique, and the way of arranging the points also made his eyes shine. The whole note is like an open net, densely packed layer by layer, peeling off the cocoon and analyzing the way of the I Ching.

This is how he remembered her deeply, her panic, her smile, her slightly embarrassed and helpless expression, and her unique mind that made people curious to know more.

He also tried to enter her world, but was always turned away. originally thought that she and Zhang Liang were in love, but sighed that he met her too late, but when he knew that Zhang Liang and her were only husband and wife in name only, and nothing else, his heart aroused the desire to fight again. The emotions that have been suppressed by reason all along, burning, and you can hear the crackling sound of crackling, from the bottom of your heart.

There are too many people who want to tell her, and there are too many people who want to prove to her, and the meeting is always short and hurried.

On every most ordinary night, he could be alone to calm down, unload everything and let go of everything, and get used to the idleness and tranquility of this moment. But now he has changed, and there is another desire in his heart, hoping that she can whisper in his ear, hoping that she can quietly listen to what he sees and thinks every day...... Such a thought is a beautiful sustenance, but it is also a kind of torture.

He could only put down the pen alone, recording the bits and pieces of her in his mind, and drawing a picture of his thoughts, which was still the drawing method he learned from her notes. Every time at this time, a faint smile would rise on the corner of his mouth, but in the bottom of his heart, he realized more and more that loneliness was so obvious, obviously making him feel that his whole soul was not hot.

In his world, how many things are warm, and how many things are approachable?

The great expansion of Great Qin and the rapid increase in power also meant that the Ying royal family was even more sluggish. His mother has not been around since he was a child, and his father's love is majestic and majestic, and he has never even felt too much family affection, but he can imagine that his father's coldness is also the vicissitudes of half a life. He understands and respects his father, even if they often have political differences, and even often anger his father, and are scolded by his father to the blood, he also knows that this is his father's hard work for him.

He also understands his weight as the eldest son in his father's heart. Only he was entrusted to Meng Tian's army to hone for many years, and only he was crowned with a sword and a political council to experience state affairs. He strives to do his best in every training and test, and live up to his father's expectations. He was immersed in his own responsibility, in his innate identity, and never slacked off.

It wasn't until he met her that he suddenly realized that a certain longing that was deeply buried in his heart was so intense. Even if he has read through 10,000 books, the word love can only be experienced and difficult to describe, it turns out that he has never understood. It's just that the more enthusiastic this desire is, the more clearly he can feel her teasing and her avoidance.

She was so afraid of him, every time she wanted to get close to her, her eyes always flashed with panic and wariness. What was she afraid of? Afraid of that palace? Afraid of his identity? Or was she really so fond of Zhang Liang, even if he was responsible for her, she would not regret it?

And at this moment, there are too many complex and entangled contradictions surging in his heart.

Could the anti-Qin strength hidden in Songhai have something to do with her? So was there any deliberate arrangement for her appearance?

He didn't hesitate too much, he had already made countless denials in his heart! He would not be mistaken, her concern, her words, her expression, let him clearly feel her sincerity. She seemed to be able to walk into her heart lightly, understand the most subtle depression in his heart, gently open it, let go of the turbid breath, pour it into the clear air after the rain, and then close it carefully.

He believed in her, and he believed in his heart.

She is the woman he loves the most, the woman who wants to stay by his side the most, is the only bright color in his heart, like the first touch of green from winter to spring, the most precious and moving. If the conspiracy is true, and the hypocrisy is true, it may destroy his heart like another storm.

Of course, he absolutely did not believe it.

Confucianism preaches benevolent government and the courtesy of kings and ministers, which will be a useful study of governing the world in the future. His political philosophy has always been similar to Confucianism, and he could not believe that Confucianism would do such an unthinkable thing as assassinating himself.

He wanted to find the answer in person and officially visit Confucianism in the name of official business.

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"This young man is my chess friend, he was young and intelligent, and wanted to keep him as a disciple, but he had no intention of learning from Confucianism, and he left Xiaoshengxian Village in a short time. We only talk about chess between us, so I don't know much about his background, and I don't dare to say anything in front of my son. ”

What Xunzi said, there was nothing to question, and it also made him fall on the biggest stone in his heart.

The father and emperor respected the Legalists, and a series of vigorous reforms and reforms consolidated the unity of this powerful empire, but the harsh and iron-fisted methods also lost too much popular support. He was really worried that Confucianism would also fall to the side of the anti-Qin, worried that too much evidence would point to Confucianism and make Confucianism unexculpatable, so even if Confucianism had no intention, it would be forced to this path against the empire.

Speaking of the sword, he put on this situation, wanting to hear the real voice of Confucianism and give Confucianism more opportunities to exonerate his position.

What he didn't expect was that in the first competition, Zhang Liang threw him the most embarrassing problem.

Zhang Liang not only provoked the six sword slaves, but also brought her. Why did Zhang Liang do this? And at this time, the urgent news from the Tooth Eater Prison where the thieves and Ku Ding were imprisoned also made him wonder if Zhang Liang's purpose was deliberately delaying time? Is Zhang Liang using her relationship with him to make a detour?!

His doubts and dissatisfaction were still suppressed when she said the interpretation of the word 'benevolence' in the Liangyi Sword Technique.

But no matter what Zhang Liang wants to explain with her insights, he should not let her take risks with her so hastily.

Six sword slaves are six in one, and a fatal killing is just a moment of thought. Even if Zhang Liang didn't care about his own safety to protect her vital gap, the sword had already reached Zhang Liang's throat with blood, and he couldn't resist for another second, if the six sword slaves didn't put away the sword, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Whether it's impulsive or excessive, he has to shout to stop!

The moment he shouted 'Stop,' he suddenly realized something. Zhang Liang dared to wait for his own words in danger, worthy of being the smartest mind of the Seven Kingdoms, Zhang Liang won this game, won this game of people's calculations, and the calculation was not bad at all.

Zhang Liang knew very well that he would not allow her to have any mistakes, and he also knew very well that his compassion for Confucianism could not allow the sword to be killed.

And she was shocked, her concerned eyes were all fixed on Zhang Liang, frowning slightly, and there was intimate anger in the blame, her gaze at Zhang Liang was so dazzling, such a gaze was what he asked for but could not get. For him, all she can give is the care of friends, and that's really all. She deliberately emphasized several times that she only had Zhang Liang in her heart, and Zhang Liang was the person she wanted to entrust her life, wasn't it really an excuse, was it really his sincere words?

But what did Zhang Liang do? Just to give her the title of a nominal wife? For the sake of Confucianism, he could even let her face such a dangerous situation!?

A deep chill rose in his heart, and the edict in his sleeve seemed to be as heavy as an iron block. Her father's decree has been decreed, and she must remain in the Empire.

Although this was his father's order, and it was not something he forced her to do, he still didn't dare to imagine how she would have a godless expression. Every time she flashed such a look in front of him, it always made him unbearable and unwilling! He could give her everything, and he could really love her with all his might, but he was the farthest person pushed to the ground by her, and the cold distance could make the whole heart freeze and numb, and he didn't know how to melt the frost.

He struggled to retract his scattered thoughts and end the first argument with a tie verdict.

It's time to talk about it face-to-face, whether it's his private dealings with the quicksand organization or his identity background, even if Confucianism has no objections, Zhang Liang is full of suspicions and unpredictable. And Zhang Liang has a special relationship with her, which makes him even more worried.

Maybe when he takes out the secret decree and puts it in front of Zhang Liang, he will have a conclusion.