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

Since the establishment of the Ministry of Commerce, except for Xiao He who also served as the Prime Minister, the other members had more noble origins than him. Feng Buzheng was a relative of the Imperial Censor Feng Jie, not to mention that Zhao was a royal surname. Each of them was a royal relative.

The fact that this foreigner named Su was able to gain a foothold in the Ministry of Commerce so quickly was all thanks to the relationship he had with his niece.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Second Uncle Su even ate less and was just silently thinking about what kind of gifts to send to Yuehua Palace.

Su Jinyue, who was eating very happily, had no idea that she was going to receive another batch of food from her second uncle.

She is currently trying to persuade her father to allow her to work three days and have four days off.

"Father, I'm really bored. Attending court meetings every other day won't affect my work."

Ying Zheng just remained silent and drank the mutton soup in the bowl in small sips.

"Father, if you promise me, I will never be late again, and I will never whisper to others or eat snacks."

Ying Zheng put down the soup bowl in his hand, took the handkerchief handed to him by the eunuch, and slowly wiped the corner of his lips.

"Go two and rest one, don't make any more noise."

"Great, thank you, Father! You are truly an exceptional emperor, unprecedented and unrivaled. Long live Father!"

Su Jinyue was in a very good mood and started to flatter Ying Zheng a lot, even thinking of making a knee pad for Ying Zheng herself.

Thinking about how Suki sewed clothes, I decided to give up.

It would be more reliable to create something new to thank the good old man.

After finishing the meal, everyone took a short rest in the doctoral dormitory before setting out on their tour again.

The Confucianists were in high spirits as they walked in front, adjusting their robes as they walked. They strode forward with a solemn and ritualistic feeling that only one would have when going on a pilgrimage.

The Confucian Academy is surrounded by a bamboo forest. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow. Everyone walks in turn on the winding path in the bamboo forest, feeling the faint fragrance of bamboo and the scent of soil in the air.

Occasionally, you can hear the chirping of birds, accompanied by the rustling sound of bamboo leaves blown by the wind, which makes everyone feel calm.

The layout of the entire Confucian Academy is similar to that of the Legalist Academy, except that there are several more square pavilions with cushions built in for people to sit cross-legged and have long conversations.

In the same three-story lecture hall, there is no Legalist discussion hall, but more study rooms and an extra spacious conference room for doctors to drink tea and discuss scriptures.

"Yes, yes. My Confucian school does have many students and needs more study rooms."

"The quotes from Master Kong on the wall are pretty good too. You could add more."

The Confucians were happy, and others did not argue with them.

Ying Zheng ordered everyone to stroll around and return on their own, and then he boarded the golden carriage back to the palace.

Su Jinyue naturally wanted to stay here to watch the fun. Everyone was divided into several groups and each headed towards their own area.

There were also some doctors who had not yet been assigned to an academy. They gathered around the giant Mo Jiang and asked about the time when other academies would be built.

Some anxious scholars have rushed back home and written letters to people they know, urging them to bring their disciples to surrender as soon as possible.

The letter was filled with praise for the Great Qin Academy, with one person even saying, "If you haven't been to the academy, you're not a good teacher. If you can teach well, you're not afraid of death."

Along with this statement, the news that the first come first served college at the Daqin Academy also spread.

For a time, it aroused the curiosity of students all over the world, and they were all wondering what the Great Qin Academy would look like that could attract the admiration of so many teachers and scholars.

The most anxious person among this group of people was not the scholars or the students, but Gongshu Jia, who had been entangled in grievances with the Mohist school for two or three hundred years.

Both schools are famous for their mechanical techniques. The difference is that the Mohist school takes "non-aggression and universal love" as its purpose and mostly uses them to facilitate people's lives.

The Gongshu family was known as the "Badao Jijianshu" (霸道机械術), and their major was military equipment.

Two hundred and twenty years ago, "stopping Chu from attacking Song" made Mozi famous, and also started the hundreds of years of love-hate relationship between Gongshu Ban and the Mohist school.

In the suburbs of Nanzheng County, Hanzhong Commandery, in a vast training ground, various military equipment were randomly placed on the ground.

"That should be the case here. The crossbow can then hold two more arrows."

Gongshu Yang stood behind the little boy, picked up the crossbow in his hand, disassembled it in a few seconds, took out one of the slots, and pointed it out to the little boy.

The autumn wind was blowing, stirring the leaves on the roadside, making a rustling sound.

The leaves swayed slowly in the wind and fell right on Gongshu Yang's forehead.

He reached out and gently plucked the leaf, carefully wiped off the dust on it, turned around and placed it on the table beside him. He then lay back on the recliner, his toes lightly touching the ground, and his whole body began to sway as the recliner creaked.

From the training ground, there was a faint "clatter" sound coming from the horses' hooves as they galloped.

The sound became more and more obvious, and soon everyone saw the figure of a young man in black clothes riding a horse.

"Xu..."

As he approached the crowd, the young man pulled the reins hard, and the horse raised its front hooves high, neighing passionately.

The young man sat steadily on the horse, and did not dismount. He bowed to Gongshu Yang and said loudly, "Young Master, Gongshu Zi is critically ill. I order you to return quickly."

"go!"

Before the other party could finish his words, Gongshu Yang quickly stood up, put his hand on the other's arm, and leaped behind the young man. The two of them rode together and quickly galloped out of the martial arts field.

The other people in the martial arts arena quickly picked up the scattered objects and followed the two men.

"My son, you are here."

On the low bed, Gongshu Zi's face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, but his eyes were filled with a hint of melancholy and relief.

He tried hard to raise his hand to touch his son's bun again, but he could only lift his fingers slightly.

Gongshu Yang knelt in front of the bed, stretched out his right hand, and took the initiative to hold his father's hand.

On the low table beside the bed, an oil lamp flickered with a faint light, reflecting Gongshuzi's haggard face and the exquisitely carved decorations around him.

Gongshu Yang moved forward a few inches, tightly grasped Gongshu Zi's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Father, the child is here. The medicine will be ready soon. You will get better after drinking it."

Gongshuzi slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to reveal a comforting smile, but seemed a little powerless.

He said slowly, "My son, your time is running out. The future of the Gongshu family depends on you. Do you want to go to Xianyang?"

Gongshu Yang did not reply immediately. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Father, I always think of Mozi's insults to my ancestor Ban Zu."

Gongshuzi's eyes gradually became a little blurred, as if he was lost in memories.

"I've devoted my life to studying the art of mechanisms, weathering many trials and tribulations. Today, I only hope you can pass on the skills of the Gongshu family and carry them forward. You've been intelligent since childhood, possessing a unique talent for the art of mechanisms, but you've also inherited my stubborn nature."

He paused and was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Gongshu Yang holding the medicine.