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

"Lang'er, the teacher is very pleased that you have such a heart."

Kong Jia smiled and said,

"However, you are indeed not suitable to be an ordinary student of the old man now."

Zhao Lang looked at the other party in surprise, he thought the teacher would not bother with this matter anymore.

I heard Kong Jia say,

"From now on, you are the first disciple of my Confucian school!"

Hearing this, Chen Ping, who was lying down beside him, was shocked in his heart.

For the Confucian leader, the meaning of being an introductory disciple is not ordinary, it is to pass on one's own knowledge inheritance!

And if there are no accidents, the Confucian head's introductory disciple will also be the next Confucian head!

What is this for?

One must know that Zhao Lang is already the leader of the farming family and the medical school. If Confucianism is added, there are three schools.

He had never seen such an outrageous thing in his life.

Fortunately, he was already lying down.

Zhao Lang exhaled slightly and said,

"is teacher."

Since the teacher accepted his identity, he didn't have to refuse.

Moreover, I can indeed use this identity now, at least recruiting some Confucian scholars to serve me, there is no problem.

The main reason is that the number of Confucian scholars in Gongyang is too small, and most of them are in Xianyang.

At this time, Zhao Lang helped Chen Ping up on the ground, and said with a bit of embarrassment,

"Brother Chen Ping, I'm really sorry just now."

He just wanted to reveal his identity as the leader of his farm family and medical family, but he didn't expect his teacher to give him such a big surprise.

At this moment, Chen Ping didn't know how to talk to Zhao Lang. He thought he was just a little brother with similar interests.

But he didn't expect that the other party had several additional identities, and each one was more shocking.

"The head of the farm, um, the head of the doctor..."

"Brother Chen Ping just call me Gongzi Lang. No matter how many identities I have, I'm still me."

Hearing this, Chen Ping said with a bit of convincing,

"Gongzi Lang is really extraordinary. It is my good fortune to meet you."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Kong Jia at the side said,

"Lang'er, the ceremony has been decided, and it will be three days later."

"At that time, you will meet some great Confucian scholars, as well as Confucian scholars from all over the world. You can prepare early."

Zhao Lang nodded, he really needs talents.

The teacher and the student discussed for a while, and then talked about Zhuangzi's affairs.

Zhao Lang said quickly,

"Teacher, the world is unstable now, what arrangements does Confucianism have?"

When Zhao Lang asked this question, he was still selfish. If Confucianism could openly support him and build momentum for him after he and Daqin broke up.

Then his chances will be much higher.

After all, no one knows the power of publicity better than he does.

Of course, these things must have waited for the death of the first emperor and when he counterattacked the Great Qin.

Hearing this, Kong Jia had a strange look on his face.

The previous conjecture in his mind was also scratching in his heart like a cat's paw.

But after all this contact, he can roughly determine that Lang'er doesn't seem to know the identity he guessed.

Otherwise, Langer and Shihuang would not have reacted in this way.

It is even more impossible to ask directly.

It can only be side-by-side, take your time to test it out, don't blame him for being too careful,

The more he understands now, the more doubts he has in his heart.

Because of the situation in this world, the development is a bit weird.

The year before, Daqin was still calm, but since he met Lang'er.

The situation in the whole Great Qin seems to be taking a turn for the worse. First there are signs of heaven, and there are several signs at once.

Later, the first emperor was assassinated, and now, the news brought back by Confucian scholars from all over the world, especially the southern Confucian scholars, is not optimistic.

The southern counties are now undercurrents, and the survivors of the Six Nations are even more active, recruiting forces everywhere.

Therefore, Zhao Lang's question was really difficult to answer.

He also wouldn't just fool around like he did to other Confucian scholars before.

Instead, he was going to take this opportunity to teach Zhao Lang a good lesson and teach him how to deal with this general trend in the future.

After a little thought, he found a direction and asked,

"Lang'er, as a Qin army, you also toured the south with the first emperor, so you must know about the death of the false King Zhao."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang said shyly,

"The students know that I killed this person."

boom.

There was another muffled sound.

Chen Ping lay on the ground, thinking in his heart,