Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1500 Recognition
  As Zhao Gao spoke, he put his hands in front of his body and slowly approached Li Si and others.

"Mr. Xun Kuang and the Three Great Masters of Qi and Lu are famous all over the world. Zhao Gao has already longed for them!"

Fu Nian heard the sound and turned to look at Zhao Gao. There was no like or dislike in his eyes, but in his heart he was very wary of the leader of the trap.

"The CRRC Mansion has been over-reputed. The Little Sage Manor is just a group of scholars who have no ears to hear what is going on outside the window."

"Those false names are just misinformation from the world and are not worth mentioning!"

"Hehehe..." Zhao Gao's soft laughter sounded, and he said with a deep meaning, "The good scholars in ancient times had subtle and profound knowledge."

"Although Mr. Fu Nian is the leader of Confucianism, I didn't expect that he is also well versed in the true meaning of Taoism!"

If you understand this sentence from the Taoist sage Lao Tzu on the surface, it means that Zhao Gao once again praised Fu Nian for being low-key, restrained and not complacent.

However, if we look closely, it is difficult to tell whether Zhao Gao is implying that Confucianism deliberately conceals clumsiness and harbors different intentions.

After hearing these words, Zhang Liang and Yan Lu both looked at Li Si with slight changes.

Just when Fu Nian was about to reply, a rough and heroic voice came from behind Zhao Gao and others, interrupting him.

"Mr. Zhang San, Mr. Zhang San!" Gongsun Linglong shook her white mask fan and waved to Zhang Liang with excitement, "He's here!"

Facing Gongsun Linglong again is still quite challenging for Qilu Sanjie.

Fu Nian, whose expression remained unchanged, saw the excited look on Gongsun Linglong's face. His eyelids finally couldn't help but tremble, and he even had an extremely unkind thought in his mind - luckily she was eyeing the ovary!

For Fu Nian, who has always been self-restrained and respectful, this kind of thought that is close to gloating about misfortune is very rare, which shows how much psychological trauma his last dealings with Gongsun Linglong caused him.

Yan Lu wanted to be calmer and look at his junior brother with a mocking look.

It’s fun to be a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist.

Zhang Liang, who had been smiling slightly, became much stiffer. He didn't want to look at Gongsun Linglong at all, but the other party made too much noise and everyone noticed her. It would be unnatural and easy for him to force himself not to look. Cause more trouble.

He had no choice but to look at Gongsun Linglong and try not to have any expression or reaction.

In a sense, Gongsun Linglong was stronger than Prime Minister Li Si and CRRC Governor Zhao Gao - they were not capable of causing such a big reaction among the three heroes of Qi and Lu all at once.

Next to Gongsun Linglong was Chu Nangong, who was leaning on a cane. He was trying to walk forward quickly with the help of the cane. He seemed to be staying away from Gongsun Linglong, his embarrassing companion, and he said a reminder:
  "Stop shouting, he has no time to pay attention to you now."

Gongsun Linglong doesn't care about you, she will always win. As long as Zhang Liang doesn't openly express his dislike for her, she will think that Zhang Liang is interested in her.

Even others couldn't tell whether she was deceiving herself or whether she really thought so from the bottom of her heart... It can only be said that it was a skill.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang San is still shy!"

Gongsun Linglong waved the mask fan in her hand and gave a unique interpretation of Zhang Liang's non-response with a coy smile.

Fortunately, someone helped Zhang Liang get rid of the siege at this time - Fu Su's car arrived.

Among the five carriages, only Fusu's is the most unique.

Others are just enlarged, widened and thickened versions of ordinary horse-drawn carriages, or at most an ultraproplusmax version, but Fusu's is obviously a new generation product.

It is equivalent to putting a small house on a large flatbed truck and then letting the horse pull it.

This house is still made of pure steel plates, leaving no gaps, forming the tightest all-round protection without blind spots.

Gong Shuqiu spent a lot of money to build this carriage. The materials used were more than what he used to build a Potu Sanlang. The thick steel plate was enough to withstand a military crossbow fired at the face. The carriage was protected by sixteen cavalrymen at the front and rear, and four on each side. There were also two shadow guards standing on each side of the wide carriage frame for protection.

In short, it highlights one word - iron bucket!
  However, it is not without its flaws - even though Fusu's car is powered by five horses, the car cannot run very fast.

Seeing Fusu's carriage approaching, the drivers of the first few carriages quickly shook their reins and drove the carriage away from Tengdi.

Xiaoshengxian Manor is so big that it naturally has a special parking place. Otherwise, if you come, you can't let people park their cars at the gate.

How ugly!

There was no obstacle to block the carriage. Fusu's carriage walked slowly and stopped not far in front of Xunzi and others.

The carriage stopped and before Fusu could get off, Xunzi and others had already joined their hands together and bowed forward in salute.

Then the waiter opened the carriage door curtain, helped Su step out of the carriage, and walked up to Fu Nian, the leader.

The waist should be bowed at ninety degrees in a long salute. Fu Nian could not see Fusu's position, but he could hear the other party's footsteps.

After confirming that Fusu got off the car, he immediately greeted:

"Fu Nian, the head of Xiaoshengxian Village, would like to welcome the young master."

Fusu heard the sound and responded with a smile:
  "Mr. Fu Nian, after so many years of separation, we finally meet again."

"Young master condescends to show your love, but Fu Nian doesn't dare."

Fusu smiled and looked at Xunzi beside him:
  "This person should be Xun Kuang, Master Xun."

Xunzi heard this and replied, "The Confucian Xun Kuang has met His Royal Highness the eldest son."

"Master, you're welcome." After saying this, Fusu stretched out his hand to help Xunzi up. "Master Xunzi is a very old man, so Fusu does not deserve this great gift."

"Everyone from Confucianism should also be humble. Don't be too formal."

"Thank you for your consideration, sir." Xun Kuang thanked him, then stood up and raised his head, just in time to meet Fusu's eyes.

The moment they saw each other's appearance clearly, their eyes couldn't help but fluctuate, and they each said to themselves - it's him!
  But they both recognized each other.

Coincidentally, as Fusu is the eldest son, his portrait cannot be passed down to anyone except himself and his biological father.

Therefore, although Xunzi had heard about Fusu from many people, he did not know what Fusu looked like.

Although Fusu saw that Xunzi was not an ordinary person on the day of the attack, he really didn't think of Xunzi who had been living in seclusion for many years.

Later, because Tianming was involved, he did not investigate Xunzi's identity in depth, so he did not know that the old man was the famous Confucian troll.

So both of them were a little surprised at this moment.

Xunzi didn't understand Fusu's attitude towards Ziming, and when he found out that it was the young master Fusu who saved him that day, he couldn't help but worry about Ziming.

Saving the dignified eldest son of the empire was certainly a great achievement. For anyone else, it would be like reaching the sky in one step.

But for Zi Ming, who has a sensitive identity, the fortunes are unpredictable.

Maybe you can still reach the sky, but you may not make it alive.

(End of this chapter)