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

Feng Jie stared at Lao Liu who was sitting below him and sighed with regret.

"You fool, you lost your temper once provoked by those three brats. Now everyone is saying that the sixth son of the Feng family is vying for the favor of the third princess. How come their names aren't mentioned?"

Feng Shan stood there with his neck stiffened, unwilling to accept the defeat.

Feng Jie looked at his youngest son's stubborn appearance and sighed helplessly, "Ah, I don't know who you inherited this bad temper from."

The stubborn guy looked up at his father, lowered his head, and looked up at the other person again.

"What are you looking at? My father is extremely clever and eloquent, even His Majesty greatly admires him."

Feng Jie met his son's disbelieving eyes and became angry. "Go away, get out of here."

I wake up from a long sleep with no thoughts in my mind, and watch children catching flowers and willows.

Smilingly watching the mandarin ducks playing in the water in spring, I am happy to see the beginning of love among the younger generation.

When the old men in Xianyang heard about this, most of them just laughed it off. If they happened to see the children, they would tease them and make them embarrassed and angry.

The court has been calm recently, and the elders have followed the trend and gathered in Baiyujing from time to time, leaving behind many poems. The poetry wall on the first floor is gradually filled with various poems.

Students from various schools who arrived one after another regarded this as a check-in spot, often holding poetry gatherings and dialectics here, and privately ranking the poems on the poetry wall.

As soon as the rankings were released, many scholars started to work secretly, and a momentum of competition was faintly emerging.

This momentum reached its peak after three of the articles were published in the monthly report.

Many famous masters began to take part, vowing to win the first place for themselves.

That day, Chunyu Yue found Fusu. Looking at this disciple whom he had not seen for a long time, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

When he first met the eldest son, he was still a child, and at that time he already had the shadow of his later gentle and polite character.

After so many years, who would have thought that after the child has grown up, he would still be taken advantage of by others.

Damn, those four old thieves are really hateful.

"Master, you are here. Come and sit down. You are feeling better now."

Fusu remained polite as always, and with a gentle smile he invited the other party to sit down.

"I am already in good health. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came to catch up with you and thank you for the excellent tonic you sent."

There was laughter and joyful conversation in the hall.

Tang Cheng and his three companions, who had suspended their lessons because the eldest son was entertaining guests today, were staying in their own courtyard, appreciating several articles copied from the poetry wall.

"This article is well written, but unfortunately it seeks too much change and loses its original meaning."

Wu Shi held a book in his hand, pointed to an article in it, and commented on the profound meaning of it.

"I think it's quite interesting."

Several people already knew that the person visiting the eldest son today was the Confucian Chunyu Yue, but none of them cared. Even Zhou Shu, who was usually anxious, had the leisure time to enjoy the cool autumn weather.

There is no need to guess its intention, it must be related to Confucianism.

Their guess was right. After seeing the Master off, Fusu wandered around the palace absent-mindedly with a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the door of Yuehua Palace.

He stopped the guard's announcement, stood at the door, and quietly watched his third sister watching the guards practicing martial arts in the yard.

Su Jinyue was eating melon seeds and looking around when she saw her elder brother at the door. She greeted him enthusiastically, "Brother, come quickly and try the new flavors."

When Fusu was discovered, he did not refuse and walked straight into the yard and sat with his third sister.

Su Jinyue could already see that the other party was confused, so she waved her hand and asked the others to step back.

"Brother, what's so difficult?"

Fusu took the tea offered by the other party and looked embarrassed. "Third sister, why do people have selfish thoughts?"

"You've got me stumped, brother. How would I know?"

Su Jinyue laughed at herself very frankly, "I am the most selfish one. I am afraid of death, greedy for money and lustful. If you ask me, then I can only say that some people have lofty ideals, while others are content with pleasure. You must know that desire is endless. Whether it is low-level or high-level, it is all caused by desire."

Fusu still didn't understand. He had lived in the ideal world constructed by Master Chunyu for too long, and only thought that benevolence and courtesy could influence the people around him.

After stepping out of that perfect world, he met several masters of Master Tang and learned the beauty of integration and flexibility.

This time, the Master came to him to inform him that the Confucian Academy had officially opened and to inform him to go and enroll;

On the other hand, he wanted him to use his influence to speak for Confucianism and win the title of the number one academy in the Daqin Academy.

He changed and began to examine himself and his past.

"Brother, try this now and stop thinking about it. If you keep thinking about it, you'll become a bald head."

Without giving him a chance to think, Su Jinyue quickly pulled him out to test the new carriage made by the Shaofu.

Since Xiangli Qu joined, Shaofu has been producing new products at an increasingly faster speed.

Although the new carriage still does not meet the requirements, it has made great progress and is very popular among princes and princesses.

Everyone took turns driving and experienced the speed and passion.

"Don't go too fast, or you might overturn."

Fusu stood beside the palace road, carefully instructing his younger brothers and sisters.

On the other side of the official road, a handsome young man was also admonishing the child, "Stop fooling around. Why don't you get off your horse?"

The child stretched out his arms, and immediately a pair of large hands wrapped around his waist and lifted him off the horse.

"Cousin, Xiao'er knows she was wrong."

Gongshu Yang reached out and touched the child's forehead, but found no fever, so he did not pursue the matter any further.

He turned to the black-robed warrior on the other side and asked softly, "Brother, how long will it take to reach the pavilion?"

The strong man did not turn around and continued to check the horses. "It's almost there. We'll be there in less than two hours. We can rest here for 25 minutes."

Gongshu Yang: "Okay, then warm some hot water and rest for 25 minutes before continuing on our journey."

The evening clouds have dispersed, the setting sun is hanging, there are maple leaves in the river and reeds on both sides.

The convoy set off again, heading towards Xianyang.

In three days, they would be able to reach Xianyang. Gongshu Qu wondered in his heart whether his third uncle had arranged everything.

My third uncle Huo Tong had already joined the Qin State before the great struggle, and now he is the Left Supervisor of the Iron Officials, working under the Iron Official Sima Chang.

Because Gongshujia had always been at odds with the Mohist school, he always kept his origins hidden and never told anyone about it.

This time, Gongshu Zi sent an order, intending to come to Xianyang and live in the Great Qin Academy. Huo Tong was so happy that he got drunk, and quickly asked someone to clean up the house. He also secretly made a suggestion and reported the matter to Qin Shi Huang in advance.

When Ying Zheng heard this, he was naturally delighted and promised that he could choose any academy in the palace to recruit disciples and teach, and many teachers could also serve in the Ministry of Works.

Both parties were looking forward to the upcoming meeting, and Su Jinyue, who learned about it later, even clamored to witness this historic moment.

The good old man naturally had no objection and allowed him to watch.