"Sir, it's hard work traveling back and forth between Qi and Yan."
"please!"
In the main hall, Zhou Qing was sitting at the top, and the famous man on the right side of the hall suddenly wore a thick fur coat to resist the cold outside. Although there was a stove next to him, his ordinary body still felt cold.
Xiao Ling and Xiao Yi were not present, so only Zhou Qing and several other graceful maids were left in the hall. They raised the hot tea cups in their hands and Zhou Qingyuan bowed to them.
"I feel weak and ashamed."
"Compared to what Wu Zhenjun gained from traveling around the Xia Dynasty and settling down in his spare time, it is really not worth mentioning. A few days ago, Dun Rui returned from the Yan Kingdom. The clerk Yao Jia knew that Wu Zhenjun was planning to weaken the Han Dynasty and almost destroy the country!
"
It seems that the handsome and resolute face has been weakened by wind and frost, and there is a unique trace of time. The jade-like crown on the face has long since disappeared, and the dark face is full of admiration. He holds the tea cup in his hand and returns the gift deeply.
What he planned was for the general trend of the Qin Dynasty, and what Wu Zhenjun in front of him planned was also for the general trend of the world. However, judging from the Korean strategy, Wu Zhenjun almost destroyed the Korean country Zuo alone, and he was really strategizing among the Xia.
"South Korea is weak, I just gave it a push."
"Mr. Hanri is here, but you have something important to ask of me?"
The choice of everything in the world depends on oneself. Although what one does is big, it is not one who makes the choice. South Korea seeks its own death. What does it have to do with oneself? They sip the tea and continue talking.
He travels around various countries. Under normal circumstances, the officials sent by the Qin State to the six Shandong countries will not meet each other. If they do meet, unless there is something important, they are all ministers of the dynasty and will talk to the point straight to the point.
"Haha, I'm just here to give good news to Lord Wu Zhen."
"I remember that a few months ago, Wu Zhenjun had used the trap of weak communication to let the Six Nations hunt down the Mohist disciples and the knight-errant warriors who participated in trapping and killing you. Now, the results have finally been achieved."
"The net has been in the mountains of Chu for several months, killing more than 300 Mohist disciples, two divine warriors, and fifty-three innate warriors, all of whom were leaders and elite members. Their heads were all sent to Xianyang, Your Majesty.
If you speak in person, your body will be burned!"
Mentioning the purpose of his visit, Dunrui quickly stood up from his seat, bowed his hands, and took out a gauze scarf from his arms with red traces all over it. He slowly stepped forward and said the purpose of his visit.
This is to reply to the matter that Lord Wu Zhen entrusted to him a few months ago. Although Lord Wu Zhen may not care about it, since the king ordered the trap to be laid, it is the result regardless of the cost.
"This silk book was written by Zhao Gao, the Shaofu's order. It was the people involved who had been killed in the past few months. In addition to the Mohist disciples, Guan Zhongxie, a disciple of Zhaojianzhai in Weiguo, was also surrounded and killed by the net. Cao Qidao's
Disciple Bian Dongshan was also surrounded and killed by Luowang disciples!"
"Those two are both divine warriors with strong strength. Although they paid a high price, they still gained something."
For this matter, the King of Qin personally scolded Zhao Gao, the commander of the young government. For this reason, although they obtained the record in the silk book, the number of people injured in the snare was twice as high, even the price paid by the King of Yue, but that was what they should do.
"Mr. Dun Ruo's trip is not just for this silk book, right?"
"In the near future, I will go to the Yan Kingdom. The cold winter is approaching, and the Yan Kingdom is about to present the most beautiful scenery in summer. I am looking forward to it. If there is anything I can do, I should speak up."
He casually placed the silk book in his hand on the desk, pointed to the seat on one side, indicating that there was no need to be polite, his mind turned around, and he looked at the movement, and seemed to have thought of something, and laughed in response.
"Wu Zhenjun is wise enough to say that even though he is weak, he has a ruthless invitation."
"On this trip, I especially want to ask for a letter of recommendation from Mr. Wu Zhen. I have a junior sister, Gongsun Linglong, whom I have met before. Recently, I have been more busy with pedestrian affairs and less instructing my junior sister. Therefore, as a sign of weakness, I want to bring my junior sister to the throne.
The little sage Zhuang Xunzi's disciple."
"Master Xun has studied in hundreds of schools and has profound insights into the talents and learning of famous people. Junior sister should learn from him and gain something. However, because he is so weak and not well-known, he is afraid that it will hinder junior sister's practice. Therefore, I boldly asked Wu Zhenjun to write a recommendation.
Book."
Due to the purpose of this trip, Dunwei felt uneasy in his heart. Each of the hundreds of schools of thought has its own way, but hundreds of years of struggle have made the hundreds of schools that can survive either outstanding scholars in the world or struggling to survive.
Although the famous master still has a legacy, after the death of his master Gongsun Longzi, he has not been visible in hundreds of families. Coupled with the disputes over Li Jianbai and the contract, the famous master is even more depressed. He sees his junior sister staying by his side to practice, intermittently.
Quite intolerable.
Therefore, after thinking about it, I decided on today’s trip.
"Study under Xun Kuang's sect?"
"This move is indeed a good choice. Besides, Gongsun Linglong is also a direct descendant of Gongsun Longzi. Needless to say about his identity, Xun Kuang's talent is enough to teach him."
"In this case, sir, please wait for a while, and I will write a letter of recommendation immediately!"
After the death of the Confucian master Gongduzi, only Xun Kuang, the most senior celebrity, was left in the Little Sage Manor. It was impossible for ordinary people to become his disciples. Firstly, the seniority was inconsistent, and secondly, Xun Kuang retreated and asked
Yeah, I don't have much energy.
But based on his letter of recommendation, I thought that Xun Kuang would give him face. Dun Ruo had planned it and had done a lot of credit. How could he not agree to such a casual thing? Faced with Dun Ruo's hopeful eyes, Zhou Qing nodded and summoned him.
Maid on one side.
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Rain and snow are falling all over the sky, and the endless ocean is falling. Under the steam of water, as far as you can see, it is full of hazy scenery. With a wave of your hand, the delicate hexagonal snowflakes fall into your palms. If you look at them carefully, they will not melt for a long time.
"Xiao Ling, is Xiao Yi okay?"
When the Gang Qi was nourished in his lungs, Zhou Qing got up, took Xiaoling and Xiaoyi with him and headed north to Yan State. If they were to travel from land, they would have to cross Zhao State and go to Jicheng of Yan State, which would also require a detour.
Big circle.
But if you take a boat to cross the inland sea, that's a different story. Living inland for a long time, you rarely take a boat, let alone go over such waters. No big ship dared to sail under the originally rainy and snowy weather.
But with a lot of money, everything becomes possible.
However, during this period, an interesting thing happened. Xiao Ling was riding on the boat and nothing happened, but Xiao Yi seemed to be a little uncomfortable. Although he rarely spoke, it could be seen from his constant Xuan Gong body protection.
seasick!
Zhou Qing’s comments were made by a non-medical person!
"Uncle Master, my sister is resting in the cabin. She is fine for now. She is just protected by Xuan Gong. Why is she still acting like this?"
She rarely eats or drinks and rests a lot, and her eyebrows are a little pale, which is obviously a symptom of illness. However, my sister has inherited the "Nine Palaces and Ten Thousand Transformations" and should cultivate a body that is invulnerable to all poisons.
"No need to worry. If you rush into the sea and take a boat, your body will be unable to adapt to the changes. With Xiaoyi's cultivation, you will be fine tomorrow and after. These are two real-life pills. You and Xiaoyi should take one each to strengthen your body.
For the best."
Standing quietly on the bow of the ship filled with wind and snow, letting the wind and waves sweep over and the ship sway, he remained motionless. There was a faint purple light in his eyes. He looked far away and everything within a radius of dozens of miles came into his eyes. He breathed in between his breaths, which was unique to the sea.
The smell, everything is extra fresh.
Hearing the words of the little spirit behind him, he waved his hand, and two fragrant elixirs with a radius of about an inch floated in front of him. He only needed to regulate the energy of yin and yang and the five elements to resolve everything. His body was getting stronger, even under severe stress.
It doesn't matter if the ship's hull rocks.
"Yes, uncle!"
Xiaoling tied the two elixirs together with both hands, bowed and entered. Without hesitation, he turned around and left the bow of the ship, heading for the cabin.