Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Only then did the petty officials stop.

Uncle Suntong managed to get up and came to Zhao Lang, but this time he didn't dare to do anything blindly.

And standing a little far away, asked a little nervously,

"General! Can I have another look at that bamboo slip you just had?"

Zhao Lang didn't want to show it to the other party, but his heart moved slightly.

Something that can make a great Confucian scholar, a great Confucianist, lose his composure, is definitely not something ordinary.

Could it be that his teacher has some special identity?

Zhao Lang immediately took out the bamboo slips and said,

"You can see, but not touch."

Uncle Suntong nodded again and again,

"Just as the general said!"

Then he looked at the bamboo slips carefully, and murmured,

"You can't go wrong, that's it!"

Seeing that Shu Suntong was getting closer, Zhao Lang put away the bamboo slips and asked abruptly,

"What is this!"

"This is my Confucianism..."

Shu Suntong was about to speak subconsciously, but stopped suddenly.

Zhao Lang frowned and continued to ask,

"Confucianism what?"

Shu Suntong didn't come back at this time, but if he looked at Zhao Lang meaningfully, he asked instead,

"Where did this bamboo slip come from, General?"

Zhao Lang frowned slightly, and went back,

"It was given by my teacher."

"teacher?"

Shu Suntong's eyes brightened for a moment, as if he had thought of something.

"But what's wrong? What did you just say that this is Confucianism?"

Zhao Lang continued to ask.

Shusuntong laughed at this time and said with a smile,

"Oh, the general doesn't know something. This thing belongs to a Confucian friend of mine."

"I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm a little excited when I see it."

"Are you my teacher's friend?"

Zhao Lang was a little stunned.

Unexpectedly, instead of meeting the teacher's friend in Liaodong, he met in Yunzhong.

And looking at the opponent, after being beaten, he would call his subordinates to stop.

Most likely true.

It's just that it's a little embarrassing because I just beat him up.

After a little hesitation, Zhao Lang still saluted.

"Well... I have seen the seniors."

This gift is not for Shu Suntong, but for my teacher who cares about me.

Zhao Lang didn't want the other party to be stabbed in the back.

Shu Suntong suddenly showed a smile, but his body slightly avoided, and then he said,

"Since he is the disciple of an old friend, it is natural to have a good conversation today."

"Come here, bring some drinks!"

Whether or not Zhao Lang can become the leader of Confucianism depends on his age, as long as he is a real talent and learner, his future achievements will be limitless if he sits in this position!

The little officials on the side were already dumbfounded.

Didn't you just yell for beating and killing?

Why are you going to drink it later?

The Xi people behind Zhao Lang also looked at each other.

My master hit someone, but the other party invited him to drink?

Even if it is an old friend's disciple, don't you reprimand him?

Are Confucians so broad-minded?

"Come on, come on, is my old friend okay?"

Shu Suntong asked enthusiastically.

Zhao Lang can only go back if he doesn't hit the smiling person with his hand,

"The teacher was fine when I left home, and it should be the same now."

"Oh? You have already gone out to practice?"

Shu Suntong asked with some surprise.

Confucianism in the Great Qin Dynasty did not work behind closed doors and read rote books.

Even Confucius took his disciples on trips back then to increase their knowledge.

Zhao Lang nodded, concealed the secret part, and then talked about his own experience.