It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Xunzi and his party reached the halfway point of Mount Zhongnan, which took a lot of energy.

The path is winding and misty.

Sikong Ma sometimes didn't understand his teacher, like now. Xunzi said that if Mo Qi went down the mountain, it would cause unrest. Wouldn't it be a big deal if a princess, a senior minister, and a great scholar went up the mountain in person?

He noticed the wear and tear on the bottom of Xunzi's cane and continued, "Teacher, we can't be discovered to be away from the palace for too long. How about I hire a few farmers to carry you up the mountain?"

Xunzi held on to his cane, "Don't delay farming." "I am old, but I am not so old that I can't move." He glanced at Li Xian, and the wrinkles on his face curved gently. He smiled with satisfaction, "This road seems long, but it is winding and gradual. It is actually a shortcut. Child, Mo Qi can tell you this road, which shows that you are not a fish in the pond in his eyes. You have this opportunity, so you should encourage yourself."

Xunzi rarely praised anyone.

Not a fish in the pond. Even Li Si did not receive such an evaluation from Xunzi.

Li Xian paused for a moment, then smiled.

Sikong Ma had more mysteries in his mind. How did Li Xian know the mountain road that neither Sikong Ma nor Li Si knew?

Mo Qi was very mysterious when he was an official with them. He stayed with Lu Buwei longer than Li Si, but he didn't interact with others. After the previous king passed away, he was imprisoned in Ziya Peak. Only when Ying Zheng ascended the throne did he tacitly allow him to come out.

However, the abandoned Ziya Peak was not always empty. Three years ago, Zhang Liang, a student of Han Fei, was imprisoned there for a month.

Ziya Peak is in a dangerous position, with rocks all around, just like a cliff, and only experts can climb it.

Some were old, some were injured, and there was also a princess who was obviously used to a life of luxury and lacked exercise.

Sikong Ma felt uneasy and asked in a low voice, "Miss Shen, do you think we can reach Ziya Peak before sunset?"

Shen Zhi winked at Sikong Ma.

Sikong Ma immediately understood.

"Princess, you may want to rest for a while in Zitonglin Pavilion. We will go upstairs to invite Mr. Mo first."

As he said this, he turned his head and saw a harmonious scene.

Li Xian walked in front, and Ying Hehua followed behind him. One in black and one in red, they walked past him in unison.

She smiled gently at him, "Don't worry, Mr. Sikong. I'm fine. We've been here before, and we're not far from the stone gate."

There is a lot of moss and it is wet with dew.

Sikong Ma asked this question because he encountered a very high stone staircase ahead.

Li Xian stopped. He didn't say anything, nor did he express the etiquette of a subject. He naturally stretched out his hand, and without waiting for Ying Hehua's permission, he directly grabbed her wrist, ready to pull her up.

"Let go," she said.

He seemed to realize the overstep only then.

Sikong Ma was standing behind Ying Hehua on the left. He saw clearly that she said that because a pearl hairpin on her temple had caught on the other person's clothes.

However, Li Xian's expression trembled, and his trembling was obviously not because of his transgression.

He just accidentally touched the coral red bracelet on her wrist.

Ying Hehua likes the color crimson. Surrounded by green mountains, the red flowers and green willows are even more tinged with morning mist, making her skin look amazingly white.

However, an indelible light brown mark was left on her wrist, as if blood and life had once again merged.

Ying Hehua raised his hand and things became more and more chaotic.

……

"You did this on purpose?" She glared at him.

The princess has skin as white as cream and a rosy face, but she has a domineering personality.

Sikong Ma wanted to answer her, but Li Xian really didn't dare to touch her at all.

He didn't know that this was not the first time.

He lowered his eyes and said, "In Chen Ying, it was indeed not my intention to do it, but now," saying this, he actually took advantage of the pulling force to move forward half a step.

He did it on purpose, she thought.

"You are so outrageous..."

The princess' wrist bones turned red in his grip, but the gold chain on her hairpin had already entangled the silk ribbon on his lapel.

She looked up, frowned, and ordered him to let go.

His deep eyes brushed across her hair and fell on the hairpin, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

The black hair cascaded down from his fingers, and the golden hairpin quickly rescued the messy hair.

He placed it in her palm.

"I have always believed that some knots need to be untied by the person who tied them."

She was stunned for a while and looked away. Just then, Sikong Ma came over to give her some water. She quickly put her hair back together and resumed her previous behavior.

Ying Hehua took a pill brought by Shen Zhi. With the help of Shen Zhi, she and Xunzi went all the way.

There was an empty space beside Li Xian.

Sikong Ma felt that if he was not mistaken, he should have been given a "hostile" look.

……

Sikong Ma complained in his heart, if he remembered correctly, not long ago at Daliang Inn, Ying Hehua stabbed Li Xian directly in order to delay time...

Sikong Ma shook his head and lamented that he was really old.

Ying Hehua had a lot more energy, and she humbly asked for advice for the rest of the journey, although the questions she asked were all questions that Sikong Ma found boring.

Who is "Encouraging Learning" actually encouraging to study?

Xunzi said: "The world needs people who can make progress. People should be educated. Anyone who wants to learn should read this." He paused and thought of the past. "If I ask who I wrote this for in the beginning, there is an answer."

"who is it?"

"Zhengguo. The princess may have seen it."

She then asked, among the students he taught, which one gave him the least worry and which one gave him the most headache? ... Sikong Ma lagged behind, he was afraid to hear his own name, but also afraid not to hear it.

Xunzi smiled and said, "What I am worried about is probably all in this mountain."

She didn't understand, so she asked again, "Is there anything you want to leave for the younger generation?"
Where had Xunzi ever been investigated and researched like this? She asked so gently that for a moment Xunzi forgot that the other person was a princess of the royal family.

He has thought about many things, and has been doing so for years.

Hegemony, governance, balance, power...

Writings, students...

The prophecy that two stars will coexist in the world and one of them will die has already happened to Guiguzi's disciples...

His disciples...

Xunzi stopped in front of the stone gate, glanced at everyone present, and his words fell into Ying Hehua's ears.

“A sage is what people accumulate to become.”

Li Xian stepped forward, the door opened wide, and the mechanical technology shocked Xunzi's old eyes.

Firmament star.

The ground is not made of stone slabs, but is made up of countless hexagonal bronze plates, and there is flowing water under the pier.

Every time Xunzi took a step, the sound of gears meshing came from underground, like a giant dragon turning over.

This time, there was an extra hinge in the chamber and nine concentric circles on the wall.

The outer layer is engraved with agricultural poems from the Book of Songs, the gear speed changes with the seasons, and the middle layer is embedded with iron plates of Legalist laws.

Under the circle is the square table covered with longitude and latitude.

Lu Shizhi saw Shen Zhi at a glance, and bowed to Ying Hehua and others, "Your Highness, the Princess. The teacher has been waiting for you for a long time."

Xu Zhi looked over.

The man with white hair and brown clothes, holding a walking stick, has a heart full of swords and knives. The man in black gauze clothes, holding a whisk.

A combination of Legalism and Confucianism, and Mohism.

"Mr. Xun, you look energetic. Please come in quickly."

Mo Qi clapped his hands and laughed, "It is my great fortune to see you for the second time in my lifetime."

Mo Qi's figure condensed into a black line under the huge ring, like a pointer on a modern clock.

If Mo Qi is the hour hand that turns the ring of destiny.

What about her?
The story of two stars coexisting in the world is about the art of war and the tactics of power. Will it include her and Mo Qi, and her and Li Xian? Did a book called "Historical Records" come out first, which made her confused? Did it shake her will?

Xunzi and Mo Qi sat and discussed philosophy, which was very exciting and they talked about the ups and downs of the past decades.

In general, it can be summarized in one sentence: Heaven has its own way, it does not exist for the sake of Yao, nor does it perish for the sake of Jie. If you respond to it with order, it will be auspicious, but if you respond to it with chaos, it will be disastrous.

At the end, Xunzi saw a man.

Speechless, ten years of life and death.

The sound of wind and water brushed against his sleeves, as if rolling up thousands of waves.

A rather long stillness.

Mo Qi was the first to break the silence. He smiled and said to him, "Brother Fei, why are you standing there? Don't let down the arrangement I racked my brains for."

The chess pieces in Han Fei's arms fell to the ground with a clang, and the black and white pieces scattered into a ball.

"Teacher!" He knelt in front of Xunzi.

The word "teacher" almost made Xunzi cry.

Mo Qi saw Ying Hehua and Li Xian, and asked Lu Shizhi to invite them to sit down together.

Li Xian was about to step forward when Xu Zhi grabbed his sleeve.

She coughed and said, "It's not easy for teachers and students to meet. Let's not go over there."

Mo Qi understood why she stopped. After all, in his previous life, Han Fei died in Qin prison at a young age, which was the intention of Ying Zheng and the work of Li Si.

Han Fei talked about his circumstances over the years and his writings.

He spoke fluently and no longer stuttered.

After reading one of the bamboo slips, Xunzi's words were still sharp, but not as sharp as those in "Gu Feng". The blade was sharp, but it cut through the tangled tangles, not the bodies of the people.

He sighed and looked at Han Fei with satisfaction, "It is my wish that you practice this way."

"Yes. Chasing deeply is a good thing, but pursuing too deeply is not always good. Instead, it will make you lose the joy of being a human being." Mo Qi said.

Mo Qi thought, if Mozi knew in his afterlife that the Legalist Han Fei and the next great master he chose had lived together for nearly ten years without any dispute and instead often played chess, who would he say was crazy?

In the quiet room, brew tea and burn incense.

She is different from those people who take worldly affairs lightly.

She had no time for tea.

Especially with some of the greatest secrets of this era sitting around you!

She was uneasy, "What is the matter with Lü Buwei and the Records of the Grand Historian?"

Mo Qi looked at her eyes too deeply.

Because the facts he told him were quite simple.

The course of events was as pale as a blank sheet of paper.

The ending of the story is even more bleak and cold than the winter moon. (End of this chapter)