I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

"Ahem, ahem, brother, we're finally here!"

Zhou Mi and his companions traveled quickly all the way and finally arrived at Xianyang City.

Looking at the long line of people entering the city, several people felt relieved.

Just as they were looking at Xianyang City with great confidence and were about to express their admiration, another team of carriages came behind them.

A young man in a moon-white brocade fur robe jumped out of the carriage. He looked around with curiosity in his eyes and shouted towards the inside of the carriage.

"Brother, come down quickly. We are here. Let me find out about the registration point. The envoy sent to Qin must be one of our fellow disciples!"

Oh hoo.

Before entering Xianyang City, I encountered competitors.

Zhou Mi and the others raised their eyebrows, looked at each other, and then looked up and down at the pair of brothers critically.

Despite his young age, he has such a big tone.

He behaves frivolously and has no sense of stability. Apart from physical strength, he is not as good as them in any other aspect.

Thinking of this, they looked at each other's white hair with some worry.

This is a bit difficult to handle.

What if the King of Qin dislikes them because they are too old and can’t run and doesn’t want them anymore?

These people who have always been conceited and proud of their vast knowledge felt a little unconfident for the first time.

Therefore, when facing the prison guard's questions.

They originally wanted to enter the city in a low-key manner, but they immediately changed their minds.

Zhou Mi stood with his head held high and chest puffed out, hands behind his back.

He looked like a master, bowed in the direction of the palace, and said bluntly: "Master Zongheng, Zhou Mi, and his fellow apprentices have come to answer the call."

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone around them looked at them in shock.

It was actually because several family heads came to the Great Qin Academy when it was first established last year, which broadened their horizons.

Now, seeing that these people from the Zongheng family were quite old, with straight bodies and graceful manners, everyone nodded silently.

This should be true.

The temperament is different.

Thinking of this, everyone was shocked to realize that it had been a long time since the head of the family came to respond to the call.

Those who wanted to come here had come as early as the beginning of the Qin Academy.

Those who don't want to come will naturally not change their minds halfway.

"A strategist? Is that the strategist that Lord Zhang Yi is?"

"Wow, these guys are incredible! Master, the gatekeeper, please report to His Majesty."

There was no need for anyone to remind him, as the guards had already sent someone to the palace to report the matter.

"Oh? A strategist?" Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng looked up in surprise, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally ordered to summon him.

"Xuan——"

After the order was given, the messenger immediately took action and rushed to the city gate to pick up the people.

Ying Zheng in the Qinzheng Hall fell into deep thought.

He recalled that his mentor was a strategist.

I just don’t know if anyone among the people who came this time knows anything about their mentor.

Soon, Zhou Mi and the others were brought in.

Qin Shi Huang put down the memorial in his hand, sat upright on the dragon throne, and stared at the direction of the palace gate with deep eyes.

I saw Zhou Mi and his companions wearing plain clothes and wearing silk scarves on their heads. Although their clothes were simple, it could not hide their free and easy and extraordinary demeanor.

They walked to the center of the hall, bowed to the Emperor with dignity, and said in a clear voice, "Master Zhou Mi and his junior brother pay their respects to Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng looked at the people in the hall and said calmly, "Why did you come here today?"

Zhou Mi lowered his eyelids. Ying Zheng's words were blaming them for coming too late.

The art of diplomacy is even more useful in times of chaos.

He was not there when the Six Nations were fighting, so it is indeed a bit late to come now.

Zhou Mi figured it out while taking a breath. He raised his head slightly and looked at Ying Zheng calmly.

"Your Majesty, we have come here only to serve as envoys to Qin. The world is vast, and there are many places where we can use our military power."

Ying Zheng held the armrests of the dragon throne with both hands, his fingers sliding subconsciously, and leaned back, looking at Zhou Mi and the others with scrutiny.

After a moment, he spoke, "Did you know that I once had a mentor who was a master of strategy?"

Zhou Mi clenched his right hand beneath his sleeve. He lowered his head, met his fellow apprentices' gazes, frowned, and then bowed again, saying earnestly, "Your Majesty, we have heard something, but we haven't had any contact in a long time..."

What is unspoken is that they also don’t know each other’s whereabouts.

Ying Zheng half-closed his eyes in disappointment and fell into deep thought.

The hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The two groups of people, one sitting and the other standing, faced each other in silence.

Until the low voice of the servant came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor sent word that the new garment is ready, and she and Shang Fangling will be here soon."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng came back to his senses from his deep thoughts and spoke slowly, "Since that's the case, I will appoint you as a doctor and station you in the Great Qin Academy. As for the position of envoy to Qin, I will give you two quotas to discuss between you."

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty. We will concentrate on teaching you."

After he finished speaking, several people knelt on the ground to receive the order. This time they saluted as subjects, intending to submit to the Qin Dynasty.

"Okay, go down and settle down~"

Soon, Zhou Mi and his companions, led by their attendants, went to the Daqin Academy to choose a college.

The diplomats officially moved into the Qin Academy.

Upon hearing the news, the people of Xianyang excitedly inquired about the requirements for recruiting disciples for the strategist.

This is the diplomat who came from Lord Zhang Yi's family.

Successor of Guiguzi.

Who doesn’t want to learn something?

In less than a day, not only Xianyang City, but also the cities around Xianyang knew the news.

He Zhui is naturally among them.

His eyes widened with anger and his face flushed red.

There was a crisp sound of "crack".

He Zhui grabbed the cup on the table and smashed it to the ground.

The moment it hit the ground, the cup shattered into pieces, with fragments flying everywhere.

"Damn it! Zhou Mi! Do they still care about me, their senior brother?!"

He paced around the room angrily.

Zhishou, who was standing aside, lowered his head and stared at the debris on the ground in a trance. There was a huge hole in his heart, and he could no longer hear the teacher's words clearly.

"How hateful! How abhorrent! He betrays his teachers and ancestors, disobeys his superiors, and has no respect for his elders!"

He Zhui's brows were furrowed into a deep "川" shape, and he kept cursing.

"Who allowed them to answer the call on behalf of the Zongheng family? How dare they?! How dare they!"

He staggered a little, holding onto the table and chair beside him, and slumped into the chair.

"He is a traitor who has forgotten his roots..."

As he spoke, the corners of his eyes turned red, "How could they..."

At this moment, Zhishou suddenly stepped forward, squatted on the ground, and picked up the broken pieces on the ground piece by piece. Without raising his head, he consoled her, "Master, the messenger is almost here, and they have agreed."

"Yes." He Zhui sat up straight, the light returning to his eyes. "There is still hope. It's not the end of the world yet."

"Please hurry up, why hasn't it been done yet?"

Shishou finally picked up all the pieces and whispered a promise.

As he spoke, he exerted force on his wrist, and the fragments pierced into his palm, and blood immediately flowed out.

He seemed to feel no pain, and walked out of the room expressionlessly, ready to deliver the message.