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

Fusu left Yuehua Palace and went straight to Chunyu Pushe's mansion.

As soon as he entered the door, he was surrounded by several Confucian scholars and asked questions.

"Young Master, have you handed the book to the Third Princess?"

Fusu: "Su has just delivered the volumes of the classics to my third sister, and she promised to finish reading them as soon as possible."

"Good, very good. The day of the great rise of Confucianism is approaching. Let's go and have a good chat in the hall."

Everyone sat down and talked about the affairs of the Great Qin Academy.

Chunyu Yue was the first to speak: "The construction of the Great Qin Academy is about to begin, and we must quickly gather our disciples. I heard that the Legalists have issued a nationwide call for all their disciples to rush to Xianyang as soon as possible."

Another man slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "You cunning boy, always one step ahead of others."

"This time, we must fight for the first place to be admitted to the Great Qin Academy. I heard that the first to arrive can also choose the school hall."

As the man spoke, he turned and looked at Fusu.

Fusu understood and nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, not only can you choose the school hall, but also the teacher's residence and the students' dormitory can be selected in advance. However..."

He frowned slightly and continued, "However, my father once said that each family cannot have more than 1,500 students, and there is an age limit, they must be between ten and twenty, regardless of gender or background."

"This is difficult."

Everyone was thinking about the solution.

Confucius led 3,000 disciples on his journeys around the world, with his disciples teaching each other. Logically, Confucianism should have had no shortage of disciples. However, due to the different factions among his disciples, the emergence of other schools of thought within Confucianism, and the years of war, there were still many students, but not many of the same age. Even Fusu was at the upper limit and could barely be counted as one.

The Confucians were worried about the number of disciples, while the other schools were still hesitating whether to rush to Xianyang to respond to the call.

In Xindu County, Julu Commandery, Zhou Wei and his companions, after parting with the old man unhappily in Yunmeng Mountain, were gathering in a small pavilion by the lake, fishing and enjoying the view.

The younger middle-aged man in black kicked the empty fish basket, threw down his fishing rod, and walked towards his senior brother.

"Brother, do you think the King of Qin really wants to accept all the families and build the Great Qin Academy together?"

Zhou Wei looked at the fish floating in the water and nodded slightly. "There must be a master who has defected to Ying Zheng. I've observed his recent actions, and every step he takes has a deep meaning. With his big moves, people's hearts have shifted."

"But what about the third princess?"

Another bearded old man beside Zhou Wei chuckled, "Not entirely. I think the chess player is someone else."

The middle-aged man in black clothes still refused to give up, "So, should we go to Xianyang?"

No one responded.

Zhou Wei looked at the water and chuckled, "Got it!" He stretched out his hand and exerted a little force, pulled up the fishing rod, and a big fat fish was thrown out of the water.

"It's true, brother, it's absolutely amazing."

"We're having fish today, so let's try the Xianyang method."

"Hahaha, very beautiful, very beautiful."

A group of people picked up the fish basket and walked slowly into the distance. The setting sun made their figures farther and farther away, and occasionally their laughter could be heard.

The sunlight gradually disappeared. A group of middle-aged men in blue clothes were walking in the mountains. While catching their breath, they saw the setting sun gradually falling over the cliff. Looking to the west, the mountains were all reflected in red.

"Brother, how long will it take to arrive?"

"It's almost there, it's almost there." The middle-aged man in the lead was breathing heavily, but his appearance was not messy, and his clothes fluttered, carrying an ethereal aura.

"Master has been in seclusion for a long time. Can we really persuade him to come out this time?"

"You have to try your best."

An hour later, the people who were crawling with their heads down were stopped by a child's voice.

"What are you doing here so late?"

When everyone saw the child, they all stopped and saluted, "Junior Nephew greets Uncle Master. We are here to see our Grand Master. I wonder if he has slept yet?"

The child turned around and guided the others, "Not yet, follow me."

"Uncle Master, please lead the way."

Another quarter of an hour passed before the group arrived at the entrance of the cave where the master was.

The young child went into the cave in advance to report to his master, while the others stopped outside the cave and hurriedly tidied up their appearance.

After a while, a child came out and invited them into the cave.

In the cave, there was an old man in white clothes with kind eyes, beard and long hair, sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

The group knelt on the ground in a respectful manner, "Disciple's grandson greets the ancestor, Master, may you live a long and healthy life."

"Everyone, get up." The old man's voice sounded, kind and mellow. The voice seemed to carry a magical power that made people let go of all their fatigue and anxiety in an instant.

"Are you here in such a hurry because of the imperial edict?"

The middle-aged man in the lead stepped forward and bowed, "Yes, Grandmaster, your disciples invite you to come down the mountain."

The old man smiled but did not answer, instead he talked about other things.

"A few months ago, the stars shifted dramatically, and something big was about to happen. Do you know why?"

Everyone shook their heads and said they didn't know.

"Auspicious stars have descended from heaven to protect the Great Qin. Misfortune often leads to good fortune, and good fortune often leads to misfortune. The future remains uncertain."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man asked anxiously, "But what about the Third Princess? Could she really be a disciple of a deity?"

The old man opened his eyes, which were like a tranquil lake, clear and deep. He opened his lips slightly, and his voice echoed in the cave like the sound of an ancient bell. "Yes, and no. If you wish to respond to the call, you can go directly to Xianyang."

"So, what about you, Master?"

"The time has not yet come."

Everyone followed the order and walked out of the cave. The child handed a package of bamboo slips to the middle-aged man who was leading the group.

"Master said that you should study this book carefully and also copy it into a volume and send it to the Daqin Bookstore."

The middle-aged man took it carefully and bowed from a distance towards the cave, "Thank you, Master, for the gift of this book."

After he finished speaking, he led the group and turned to walk down the mountain.

The child returned to the cave and asked the old man in confusion, "Master, what did you mean by 'yes' and 'no' just now?"

"You are still young. You will understand when you grow up."

"Master always says I'm young, but I'm already an adult who's a master uncle."

The old man smiled silently, his eyes looking at the distant stars through the hole, muttering, "Fool, idiot."

Things like these happened one after another all over the Qin Dynasty, in the mountains and fields, in the halls and palaces, in the thatched huts in the villages, and in the bustling streets.

There were more and more people on the road, and clouds of dust were flying on the official road leading to Xianyang.

Su Jinyue drank the medicine sent by Su Ji and complained bitterly.

"Mother, I'm healthy, so why should I take this bitter medicine? How about I compete with you in physical strength? I'm sure I'm healthier than you."

Su Ji turned a deaf ear to this and just asked the lady to bring down another bowl.

"Why is there more? Isn't it only one bowl each time?"

"You don't understand. This is a new medicinal meal I made for you. It was inspired by my son. It's not bitter. Try it, my son. It's delicious."

Su Jinyue didn't believe it. She couldn't hide away from him, nor could she scold him. Alas, her life was bitter, and her mouth was even more bitter.

However, she was not the only one who was chased and fed medicine.