After seeing the crown prince Yingzheng, the young Meng Yi walked on the streets of Xianyang, a little emotional, and a little depressed. After all, his main task is to stop the conspiracy of the "Dragon Slayer", but he has been in this era for many years, but he has not found any trace of the "Dragon Slayer", which is really incompetent. On the contrary, because of the identity of the children of the Meng family, he was involved in the disputes in the court of the Qin State, and the young Meng Yi was thinking wildly, not wanting to encounter street congestion, and inquired that someone was giving rice porridge to the refugees who poured into the city.

A young girl is taking a girl to give porridge, she is wearing a red dress, her figure is graceful and moving, although her face is covered with a light veil, her facial features are faintly visible, and her jade nose and cherry lips lead people to infinite reverie.

"Everyone come one by one, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, there is porridge, everyone can get a .........." There were too many people squeezed up in front of the porridge shop, and even the porridge pot was almost overturned, and the young woman kept comforting, her voice was like a yellow warbler, and it was very gentle and beautiful.

"Dong Rou? Why is this dress today? The young Meng Yi was surprised in his heart.

"Stinky boy, since you see it, hurry up and come over to help." The girl Dong Rou's eyes were as sharp as ever, and she saw Meng Yi from afar. Naturally, he refused to let go of this free labor.

"Okay, it has to be. Miss Dong spoke, how dare the kid not help. In line with the idea that good men don't fight with women, the young Meng Yi hurriedly stepped forward to help distribute rice porridge.

"Hey, no matter which side wins, this refugee has never seen growth, not decrease." The girl Dong Rou was so busy that her feet did not touch the ground, and she said with feeling.

"Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer. It's been like this since ancient times, just look at it. "The young Meng Yi is familiar with ancient and modern Chinese and foreign history, and is naturally open-minded.

That's a fitting statement. By the way, my mother said that I have grown up and can't play as casually as before. After that, you'll have one less playmate. ”

"Grown up? I almost forgot that in ancient times, women could marry at the age of fourteen. The young Meng Yi suddenly came to his senses, no wonder the girl Dong Rou's outfit became so weird.

Meng Yi thought to himself: "Prince Yingzheng seems to have been more attentive recently, so he will run to Qin Feng Restaurant if he has nothing to do." And look at what Mrs. Dong means, do you plan to make Dong Rou the crown princess? ”

There have been countless women in history, but none of them have become queens or queens. The reason for this is, on the one hand, because of the shadow of her mother Zhao Ji, and on the other hand, I am afraid that I don't want the harem to be autocratic, after all, the kings of the Qin State have been restrained by the harem. In the end, the deepest reason may also be emotional frustration, feeling that no one can be worthy of the status and feelings of the queen. So, questions arise one after another, if Dong Rou marries Ying Zheng, will she be able to be happy?

Although Meng Yi and Mrs. Dong's mother and daughter did not have a deep relationship, it was really uneasy for him to watch a familiar flower-like girl jump into the fire pit and ask himself about his conscience!

"What should I do? Do you want your brother Meng Tian to turn Dong Rou into his sister-in-law? It seems that Meng Tian didn't end well in the end? ”

Meng Yi thought about it again: "It seems that the entire Meng family, including himself, has not received any good end in history?" The fate of this pit daddy? ”

Meng Yi racked his brains and finally thought, "Isn't what I am experiencing now just history?" Whether it is himself or the Dragon Slayer, it seems that they have been drowned in the long river of history. But why is there only a record of me in history? ”

"Headache, this pit daddy's conjecture! It's like proving that it's the chicken that lays the egg, or the egg that lays the chicken? Meng Yi felt like he was completely devastated.

"Hey, what the hell are you thinking? Why do you grit your teeth one time, and frown at the other? Dong Rou, the veiled girl, dangled in front of Meng Yi's eyes with her slender jade hand, and asked very puzzled.

"Huh? Oh, I remembered a funny story, would you like me to tell it to you? Meng Yi came back to his senses and simply didn't bother about it.

"Okay, let's see if your story is funny." The curiosity of the girl Dong Rou was aroused.

The young man Meng Yi cleared his throat and said slowly: "One day, a student with a particularly high intellectual curiosity asked a master outside the world for advice.

The student asked very respectfully: Mr. Foreigner, there is a question that Xiaosheng does not understand, and I would like to ask you.

The master of the world waved his sleeves, looked at the sky at a 45° angle and said slowly: The old man likes studious people, you ask!

This picture is also quite fairy-like. And this action calmed this student, it's really a great character, and you can unlock so many poses in one day.

So the student asked with a look of admiration: A master in the world, is it a chicken that lays eggs, or an egg that lays chickens?

At this time, the world's master looked cute, waved his sleeves and said: Why do I have a dull student like you, do you ask this question like this?

So the worldly masters told the students about the Tao Te Ching: The Tao can be the Tao, but it is not the constant Tao. The name can be named, and the name is not constant. Nameless, the beginning of all things; famous, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is no desire to see it; There is always desire, in order to see what it is. The two come out of the same place, and the same name is the same thing. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all eyes.

If it is explained in the Tao Te Ching, it is: If I can tell the relationship between the chicken and the egg, it is not a difficult problem, if I can easily write the logical relationship between it, will you still ask this question? There are some things that can only be understood, not spoken. Is it from scratch that chickens lay eggs? Everything has a beginning and an end, and tracing back to the source is just another thing in your eyes, and if you want to know the result, you must first know the cause. In fact, sometimes names and definitions are just a key to open the door to knowledge, of course, this key is hidden, some people can find it, and some people will not find it in their lifetime.

After the student listened, his face seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and asked the master of the world, do you want to tell me: If the truth is said, it will be worthless, and I need to find this key myself, to find it, right? For a thousand readers, there are a thousand Lao Tzu.

The worldly master nodded, turned his head and snickered: "This stupid child! I wanted to know earlier, I told earlier, I needed to go around such a big circle? ”

"Huh...... This worldly master is really slippery! After listening to this, the girl Dong Rou naturally laughed, but then asked curiously, "But I really want to know, is it a chicken that lays eggs, or an egg that lays chickens?" ”

The young Meng Yi was immediately thundered, so he had to hold back a smile and say, "It turns out that Miss Dong is that student." ”

The girl Dong Rou didn't understand it at first, but then she thought about it, "So you are calling me a fool!" Naturally, Miss Dong chased after Meng Yi regardless of etiquette.

The happy figures of the two little ones shuttle through the streets, and their laughter is full of childlike innocence.

Until both of them were so tired that they couldn't breathe, lying on the edge of the Wei River panting.

"Hey, I'm really happy today. You don't know, I was forced by my mother to learn to be a lady these days, and I really tired Miss Ben. The girl Dong Rou ripped off her veil and greedily breathed in the fresh air.

"If you don't like being a lady, tell your mother the truth. Why bother to grieve yourself? The young man Meng Yi couldn't bear to suggest.

"After my father died, my mother never asked me to do anything that was difficult. Since she is so serious, she must naturally have her troubles. The girl Dong Rou seems to have grown up overnight, and she is old-fashioned when she speaks.

"But are you happy? Can't you guess your mother's true intentions? The young man Meng Yi asked tentatively.

"The crown princess or later the queen, right? I guessed it a long time ago. But what can I do? The girl Dong Rou replied helplessly.

"Yes, there are too many people in this world who can't help themselves." The topic became very heavy, and the young Meng Yi couldn't help but sigh.

That night, Xianyang Mengfu study. Meng Yi, who returned home, finally couldn't help but ask to see his grandfather Meng Yi.

"Grandfather, you still have to take care of your health. Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and in the future, the crusade against the six countries will be followed by meritorious service. The young Meng Yi still greeted and greeted him as usual, hoping to make his grandfather let go of his burden and feel better.

"My deadline is approaching, how can I talk about the future?" General Meng Fu was lying on the sickbed, but his thinking was still very clear.

"Grandfather, why are you so pessimistic?" The young Meng Yi had a premonition that something was wrong, so he hurriedly tried harder to persuade him.

"Time, life. The old man has long seen through life and death, but he is obsessed with fame and fortune and has harmed tens of thousands of soldiers. The old man has been guilty of sins all day long, and he can't get rid of it. "General Meng Fu can see and understand what kind of situation he has reached.

"There is nothing wrong with my grandfather obeying military orders. The culprit is not his grandfather...... "The young Meng Yi is still unwilling to be reconciled, although his soul has been originally Meng Yi, but these years of getting along day and night, coupled with the bits and pieces of life, make him still regard General Meng Yi as his own grandfather.

"Grandson doesn't need to say more! Before his death, the old man realized that the most precious thing in this world is not gold, silver and jewelry, nor high-ranking officials, but the living human life. The people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light. General Meng Yi held on to his sick body, held the hands of the young Meng Yi, and said with difficulty.

Mencius said: The people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light. This seems to be Confucian rhetoric. Didn't my grandfather believe in the doctrine of soldiers? The young man Meng Yi asked in surprise.

"A hundred schools of thought are blooming, and a hundred schools of thought are contending. In fact, my grandfather studied under Guigu, and he dabbled in many theories of a hundred schools. Also, do you know the origin of Tianji Pavilion? As if he wanted to explain the aftermath, General Meng Fu actually talked about some secret things.

"The origin of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion?" The young Meng Yi was naturally very interested in this recently rising intelligence organization, after all, he couldn't get any confidential things out of the mouth of the girl Dong Rou, and Mrs. Dong avoided talking about it.

"Yes, in fact, it's not just Tianji Pavilion, whether it's Su Qin, Zhang Yi, or Sun Bin or Bai Qi, in the past hundred years, most of the wizards in the world have come from the Guigu Sect." General Meng Fu was not shocked, and he told a big secret endlessly.