"Kiss and hide. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is really Confucianism. Zhao Gao smiled contemptuously and sneered, and waved the gesture of command, "Yan Er is in charge, offended." ”

Seeing that Yan Lu was about to be taken down, Zimu still kept silent, burying his head and fixing on it.

The empire assigned a net to spy on Confucianism, which was also a murderous knife on the head of Confucianism, and if it was taken away by the net, the consequences would be unimaginable. Yan Lu didn't say anything, and I couldn't let Yan Lu die in vain because of a Zimu.

I stopped: "CRRC government order, why not give Confucianism a little time to find out the writer of this volume of Zhao Guo's history book, if you can't hand it over within the time limit, it ...... investigate and deal with it according to law."

"My lord, it is true that Yan Lu did not convey the book burning order in time, and those who do not know are not guilty. Yan Lu interrupted me, don't look at me meaningfully.

His gaze was unmoved by the dust, and there was a force that could not be stubbornly made me stunned. Suddenly, I understood why Yan Lu had to take the blame, not only to protect Zimu, but also to protect other disciples. Zhao Gao could ask all the disciples for a brief history of the Zhao Kingdom, even if he handed over Zimu, would Zhao Gao give up?

Zhao Gao's tone was gloomy, and he asked with bad intentions: "Master Jiurensi thinks that it is time to continue to hold the disciple accountable or fulfill Yan Er's request?" Zhao Gao let his decision be made. ”

I choked there, caught between a rock and a dilemma, and let me say anything that I didn't want to see. Zhao Gao's repeated questioning in the nightmare of predicting the future has been a lingering demon for a few days, and hearing such a similar tone with my own ears forced me to decide their life and death, either the disciples or Yan Lu, which made my back cold and cold sweat.

I clenched the hilt of my sword tightly, and strongly restrained the panic in my heart, and I must not mess with myself!

I steadied my tone and said to Li Si: "The prime minister came out of Confucianism and later advocated that the Legalists preside over the legislation of the Great Qin, your position is the most suitable to decide this matter, what do you think you should do?"

The topic was thrown directly to Li Si, and the irony in his words also made him change his face slightly. Knowing that Zhao Gaoli Si will not give up if he does not gain anything today, I will delay it for the time being, and there may be a turning point on the Fusu side. Tibet was burned, Fusu must have known that the situation was serious, and he told me not to act impulsively on this trip, if Confucianism was in danger, he would definitely do his best to help.

"His Royal Highness. ”

Everyone saluted behind me, I turned around, Fusu was already in front of me, I was stunned, I didn't expect him to come so quickly.

"Jiu Rensi, the Confucian collection was burned, and my father was quite surprised, why is this?" Fusu opened his mouth with a slightly reproachful question, and appropriately conveyed another attitude of Qin Shi Huang towards the book burning order, it seems that today is not the end of Confucianism.

The tight strings finally loosened, and I gave a general explanation of the cause of the incident and the subsequent accident, and added some scenes of loyalty.

Fusu nodded approvingly: "Confucian loyalty, Fusu will definitely convey his father." As for the history of the Zhao Kingdom, Mr. Yan Lu does have the responsibility to convey the unfavorable, and it can be handed over to the local county government for trial by the county magistrate, and there is no need to take it to the county guard. Today, my father has told me that the enforcement of the book burning order can give a lenient period for the people to clarify the decree, and if the banned books are still hidden after three months, they will be punished with heavy fines. ”

Fusu personally assigned two guards to take Yan Lu to the county government. I'm still a little worried, will the local government also be constrained by the net? Just as I was hesitating, Fusu's palm had already covered my hand holding the sword.

The atmosphere froze inexplicably, and all kinds of strange, puzzled, and puzzled eyes shot at me.

I know that this is Fusu hinting to me, he has already made arrangements, don't worry, it's just that such an intimate little action in front of the Confucian people has become extraordinarily eye-catching.

The incident in the car last time made me never completely let go of my guard, and when I was touched by him, I couldn't help but feel like a pinprick cold. I subconsciously let go of my fist clenching the hilt of my sword, pulled my hand from under his palm, and saluted: "Shen Yun didn't grasp the proportions of government affairs, so I was really ashamed to bother my son to come to supervise in person. ”

Fusu's gaze flickered, and all kinds of inexplicable emotions on his face condensed at the corners of his mouth as if they had not settled, and he pouted lightly: "Where, Jiu Rensi is just impartial and not at fault." ”

Yan Lu walked past us, he seemed to look at me reassuringly, and after the dust and smoke, his eyes were still cleansing with a touch of Qingyue. He waved his hands again to express his gratitude to Fusu, who smiled slightly and bowed his head slightly. There was a faint solemn atmosphere in the silence of the two of them, as if they had a trust and got the promise they wanted.

The Yingzheng oracle brought by Fusu also brought this turmoil to an abrupt end. Three months may allow Confucianism to do more to deal with it. Just as the team was about to leave the Little Sage Village, Xunzi suddenly appeared. He clearly said that it was a courtesy to meet Fusu, but in the end, he left Li Si to reminisce for the first time. Last time, Li Si took the famous Gongsun Linglong to provoke Confucianism, he wanted to meet Xunzi, but he had a closed door, Xunzi also said that he had never called Li Si's disciple, but only knew that there was a disciple named Han Fei. Could it be that the sun is really coming out of the west today, or does Xunzi have any other plans that he must negotiate with Li Si face-to-face? I think the latter is the majority, and in the face of Li Si and Zhao Gao's coercion, Xunzi may have another way to deal with it.

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There are still flames burning in Tibet, and it will take a long time for such a tall building to burn this fire. Hidden in the highest place of the terrain of the small sage, so the car has been driving for a long time, and it can still be seen. I quietly watched the clusters of fire and rising smoke clouds, and my mind repeatedly flashed back to Zhao Gao's pressing on Confucianism today, and the nightmare that had been haunting me began to hurt my nerves again.

Unconsciously, there seemed to be something hot in his chest rolling, gradually surging up, reaching his throat, and squirting violently. I couldn't hold it, and the ground was already a dark red.

Fusu, who was in the same car, had been silent, sitting on his own, and at this time he had hugged me tightly and couldn't help me move. He wiped the dirty blood from my lips, held my pulse, and exclaimed, "You have forcibly unraveled the acupoint?!"

I silently, secretly adjusting the chaotic internal breath.

He reprimanded: "Bolangsha's internal injuries have not healed yet, and forcibly untying the acupoints will hurt the lungs, why don't you listen to the doctor's advice?"

After being silent for a while, seeing that I still didn't speak, he sighed softly: "I'm afraid that Confucianism will have a conflict today, so I have to forcibly restore my internal strength in case of accidents, right?"

I gritted my teeth, but after all, I couldn't hold back the panic and fear in my heart, and cried. Fusu is right, it's fear, I'm afraid that today, the third dream will be fulfilled. But sooner or later, it will be reproduced, not today, and it will be repeated someday!

The mind is depressed, the inner breath is completely scattered, and the body is like lifeless cotton wool.

He seemed to notice that I was a little weaker, and the strength of his arm was softer, but his voice was a little stiff: "Lately, you have been having nightmares, panic, fear, self-blame, and making yourself miserable, why can't you let him go? And I promised you that you would protect Confucianism, do you believe that I can do it?"

I was full of frustration: "Everything is predetermined, you can't escape or hide, no matter how hard you try, it won't change." However, I still thank you very much for helping Confucianism out of the siege today. ”

"Ziyu, what nonsense are you talking about? Fusu looked down at me in some surprise, and his eyes were a little more anxious, "You can break through the acupuncture point sealed by Shao Si Ming so easily, it seems that you must invite the moon god to help you heal." You can't make a joke about your body again, you know?"

"Luna?"

His heart suddenly sank, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and all kinds of unbelievable thoughts before poured in, like a dark cloud overhead.

Just as Zhang Liang and Yan Lu wondered, what is the purpose of the moon god?

Last time, under the pretext of astrology, she performed a soul change on me, creating a situation like Bolangsha. So this time, will it be an important part of all her plans? Bolangsha's accident not only seriously injured me physically, but also greatly shocked and oppressed mentally, so that I still have unstable internal strength, and I will be injured by it, is it ...... That's what Luna wants, in this particular case, to do what she can't do to me in the first place?

The more I scrutinized, the more sure I was of my inference, and I wanted to immediately stop Fusu's plan to let the moon god come to heal me, but I couldn't sort it out in one breath, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fusu helped me wipe the blood stains from my lips, tightened his brows again, measured my complexion for a moment, and then wrapped around me again. There was a powerful rubbing behind his head, and his palm slowly stroked between my hair, and his tone was heavy, as if he was comforting and as if he was strengthening his determination: "Ziyu, everything will be fine, believe me, I will make everything okay." ”

Listening to his words, for some reason, there was always an indescribable strangeness, but he was already in a daze, and he didn't have a brain to think about it. (To be continued.) )