It's the end of autumn again.

It has been three years since autumn went to autumn, and the old tree in front of Gu Nan's courtyard did not know how many times it had withered and yellowed, and the old branches were full of lines that could see the years, and several times they thought that it should die when it reached its lifespan, but a spring rain in the second year was green and dense.

The second trapped army had already been formed, and everything was as before, except for the three hundred signs that had been hung there, it had become a thousand, and there were no more signs except for the missing ones.

The thousand-character essay Gu Nan had already been handed over to Ying Zheng, and when the full text was taught, Li Si woke up to the fact that none of the hundreds of words in the article was the same, and it was composed of hundreds of different words that called themselves rhymes, which was shocking.

The manuscript of the thousand-character text was carefully placed in the cabinet in his study, and he took it out from time to time to study.

One day, a guest came to his house, the guest seemed to have a good relationship with Li Si, and his identity seemed to be unusual, and he was very low-key when he came, and no one knew.

When the guest went to fetch water from Li Si, he accidentally saw the bamboo slips placed by Li Si on the table, opened it, and didn't know when he saw Li Si coming back.

By the time he looked up from the book, it was already afternoon, and Lees sat down to drink water.

The guest grabbed Lis's hand.

Repeatedly asked Li Si who the author of this article was, and asked him to read it before the same door and said to listen to him, saying that he would also meet him, and he had a lot in his mind to talk to that gentleman.

He also said that he knew that it was impossible for Li Si to write such an article.

Li Si rejected him with a wry smile, saying that you can't meet the gentleman who wrote this book, and your identity will inevitably have something wrong when you meet. But it can be said that he listens, who this knows.

The guest nodded again and again, and Li Si said.

You should also know this person, Wei is adjacent to your country, but I don't know if you have heard such words in the Wei army.

Thousands of troops avoided white robes.

The guest was stunned for a moment, and then he understood who this person was, a white-robed general, and the army was in battle.

Then let out a sigh, it is rare to meet such a wonderful person in life, but it is a pity that you can't see it.

He also understood that it was really inappropriate for him to meet the forbidden army general of the Qin State with his identity. If he is listened to by his own country, I am afraid that his situation will be even more difficult.

It would be bad if he was labeled as a collaborator and treason, if it weren't for the fact that Li Si was still just a minor official who was not in the stream, I am afraid he would not even dare to see him.

The guest suddenly asked Li Si if he could spread this article to the world?

Governing the people can be described as an immortal achievement.

Li Si thought for a long time, and finally said, I will ask tomorrow.

The guest was surprised and said that it didn't look like Li Si, but Li Si still didn't let go.

The next day, when Li Si returned from teaching at Gongzi's Mansion, he asked the man and gave the guest an answer.

The guest walked away satisfied.

For about half a year, there was a Mengxue theory that can be called a hand-me-down rhyme in the world, and hundreds of schools were shocked, but they praised it one after another.

Asking who wrote such a strange thing, Gai has an answer, Qin State mourns.

Many people shook their heads and sighed, they learned very well, so that the killing was delayed.

That text is called a thousand-character text, and it can only be circulated in the world for a few hundred words.

The unmath student tried to ask for the remaining hundreds of words, but in the end it was fruitless, so that some people tried to fill it in, but found it difficult and difficult, and they couldn't fill in a word at all.

Someone scolded him, who broke such a learning and made it incomplete, it is really a loss of morality!

Li Si laughed dumbly when he knew this, he knew, this writing was only a few hundred words, not a thousand words, and it seemed incomplete.

As for the reason...

He felt that it was probably Mr. Gu's laziness, and he was too lazy to write...

And Gu Nan recently taught Ying Zhengbing that she is a general after all, and this is what she can teach.

If you do learning, just leave it to Li Si.

At least in Gu Nan's opinion, Li Si's talent is absolutely passable.

In addition to Bing, she was also entrusted by Yingzi Chu and began to teach Yingzheng the theory of internal rest.

The Wang family's internal breathing method seems to be different from hers, but it is generally the same, with only slight changes.

Ying Zheng learned quickly in this area, and now he is quite effective.

He didn't learn Gu Nan's mantle, swordsmanship and internal breath were the inheritance of the Wang family, and Gu Nan was just a guide from the side.

The sword road opens and closes, and he is quite courageous, but at the age of eight, he can already fight with Gu Nan a few times.

Of course, Gu Nan didn't dare to use his internal qi, it can be said that he was a child who grew up since he was a child, but what can he say if he was injured.

This kid always sticks to her on weekdays, and there is no way, Ying Zichu and Zhao Ji rarely care.

As he grew older, he learned internal breath, and he often sneaked away from the first prince's mansion and went to Wu'anjun's mansion as a guest.

This kid loves to listen to the painting fairy play the piano, and he also loves to eat the fish soup made by Xiao Lu, to put it bluntly, he is here to eat and drink, which makes Gu Nan's brain skip a beat.

But Huaxian and Xiaolu like this child, and she can't do anything to catch him, so she can only let him come, just waiting for Yingzi Chu to come and pick him up soon.

Gu Nan is now twenty-five years old, if it was a woman from an ordinary family, she would have had a husband a long time ago.

It's a pity that she is different, after Bai Qi and Wei Lan died, there were no elders in the family, so naturally there was no one to take care of things.

And because of her identity, there are many people in Xianyang City who know about the mourning general, but I am afraid that there are not many people who know her Gu Nan.

Originally, the Wang family would have made arrangements for someone like her, but King Qin is now seriously ill, and he has no time to take care of political affairs.

This allowed her to escape, if she really let this "man" find a husband, she may not be as happy as dying headlong.

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In the palace of King Qin, in the palace, the old man who described the withered was lying on the bed, his pale hair was scattered into a heap, and the attendants standing on the side were so frightened that they lowered their heads and did not dare to speak, and several people gathered around the bed, silent.

The old man is the King of Qin, after all, he can't last another ten years, his fate is difficult, and he is powerless after all.

On King Qin's old face, his eyes opened, he raised his hand, and faced the bed, just like when he sat down with Gu Nan back then, holding it to the sky.

He has done this countless times in his life.

When the five kingdoms punished him, he was like this, and he thought that the world was nothing more than that.

When he broke Chu and retreated from Han, marched into Wei, and eliminated Yiqu, he was also like this, he thought that the world was in control.

When Changping destroyed Zhao, he was still like this, he thought that he could complete these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

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Suddenly, his eyes were completely open, and he was glaring into the air, his hands trembling.

The people in the temple looked at him in bewilderment.

Finally, his throat moved, leaving only a sigh.

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The hand hung down the couch, heavy, like the weight of a lifetime.

In the fifty-sixth year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin (251 BC), King Yingji of Zhaoxiang of Qin, who reigned for fifty-six years, died at the age of seventy-five. Zi Xiaowen Wang Yingzhu heir.