Daqin: A buff of incredible comprehension

"But for the sake of the eldest prince, let them go this time."

After saying that, he took out a badge from his sleeve and slowly placed it on the table.

Zhou Li's eyes grew serious. He first glanced at the plaque, then curiously sized up the man before him. He had originally thought he could delay the matter before reporting to the emperor. That way, no matter how capable anyone was, they wouldn't be able to overturn the verdict.

Afterwards, I only gave him a slight punishment and the matter was over. This person shouldn't hold a grudge against me too much.

But since he had taken out Fusu's badge, if he did not obey, it would be disrespecting the prince, and there would definitely be more trouble in the future.

"Minister Lin, you are trying to embarrass me."

Zhou Li sighed, his face filled with worry.

"Don't beat around the bush with me."

"As long as they leave Xianyang City, whatever trouble they cause in the future has nothing to do with me."

"Old Zhou, I will remember this kindness."

As he spoke, he casually flipped through the files on the table, took out one and handed it to Yin Yao.

"I'll take this."

"It's a small matter, there's no need to mobilize so many troops."

"She is young and ignorant, it's okay as long as she knows how to correct her mistakes."

Zhou Li was stunned by this series of actions and almost laughed out loud. How could the Black Ice Platform's files be taken away casually?

"You really dare to take it?"

"Go get them quickly."

"Old Zhou, you also understand that I don't want to embarrass His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, right?"

The other person put his arm around his shoulders. Zhou Li pondered for a moment, and finally compromised: "Okay, I'll give you face this time."

"I hope you won't embarrass me next time."

The other party nodded: "Understood, there will never be a next time."

Zhou Li sighed deeply and shook his head. If he let the unruly Chu Mo Swordsman go today, he might lose the chance to capture these people in one fell swoop in the future.

"This is just ruining a good thing!"

The two of them left together. Outside the hall, the captains were still gathered together chatting, looking very idle. Zhou Li rebuked them dissatisfiedly:

"What are you all doing here? You might as well practice your skills instead of just spending all this time here!"

Seeing this, the captains scattered like birds and beasts.

Seeing the other party's frustration, the man advised: "Chu Mo is just a small problem. What we really need to worry about are the remnants of the six countries."

The last time he and the eldest prince almost encountered an accident, he always felt that it was related to a certain place.

The Xiang family's anti-Qin intentions were clear; they clearly did not want Fusu to be crown prince, and the people would not favor them. Despite this, Black Ice Platform was unable to find definitive evidence of the Xiang family's involvement.

This made him hesitate. A large-scale operation could involve countless lives and could not be undertaken rashly.

"Oh, do you have any guesses in your mind?"

"Tell me in detail." Zhou Li was very interested.

At this time, Yin Yao followed in a daze. Seeing that the two people who had been arguing had calmed down, she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Xiang Liling looked at her coldly and said, "Your husband has made it very clear."

"The fusion of the three swords is no longer possible. Don't cause trouble again."

Saying that, he turned and left.

Yin Yao's complex emotions are hard to describe.

It seems like I'm really disliked...

Inside the dark, damp cell, the pungent smell was suffocating. The jailer, holding a torch, made a quick round of inspection before returning to the warm room to drink and chat.

In the more spacious cell, several Chu Mo members sat cross-legged. Chen Mo sat in the middle, his eyes mixed.

"Martial arts cannot save the Mohist school."

"Perhaps ** is not a villain, and there is some misunderstanding."

Xu Zhen's eyes were filled with rage. "We've already been arrested, and you're still defending him? How did he bribe you?"

"Brother Mo, you still can't understand the situation when the time comes!"

"If it weren't for you stopping us, we should have fought a bloody battle with these hawks and dogs."

"Never mind. I have been taught a lot of skills by the Mohist school, and I will return them today."

Xu Zhen said resolutely, "I hope we won't meet again in the next life."

Song Mo felt very upset when facing the accusations from his former comrades. He didn't understand what went wrong and why Black Ice Terrace would set an ambush to attack them.

"Martial arts can't save the Mohist school, but can relying on the powerful solve the problem?"

"Junior Brother Mo, I am very disappointed with your performance."

Faced with his senior brother's disappointed words, Chen Mo felt extremely guilty.

At this moment, footsteps were heard, and a group of people arrived at the prison, accompanied by General Zhao. The jailers and wardens followed tremblingly.

"grown ups!"

"We've finally got you."

Hearing the noise, Chen Mo and others looked up, shocked and confused.

After the door opened, several people stood there at a loss. "Come out quickly, is it comfortable in there?"

Zhao Chong looked at him helplessly and gestured to get out as soon as possible.

The reality of the dilemma

This era is incompatible with those tribes clinging to tradition. Whether on the vast plains or within the confines of their fortified walls, Chu Lan finds it difficult to resist the onslaught of rising powers. These once-prosperous tribes have ultimately been swept away by the tide of history. The Tuge tribe is now devastated, and even Chu Lan's utmost efforts are powerless to reverse the situation. With such a situation, what is the point of their existence?

Qi Lan faced the same fate, drifting away in the tide of time. After Xu Ping and the others were released, **, accompanied by the jailer, walked towards Qi Lan's cell. Before he got close, he heard low sobs.

Li Ting wiped away his tears and sobbed, "I have studied hard since I was young, getting up at the crack of dawn every day, eager to contribute my talents to the country, but I never thought I would end up like this!"

"The Mohist school is finished!" Li Jing sighed deeply and said sadly, "Poor my child..."

These words made ** feel extremely uncomfortable. "Stop crying for those useless people!" he shouted angrily.

Everyone in the cell looked up and saw the released prisoner standing behind the **. At that moment, new hope ignited in their eyes.

Heavy relief

"Mr. Lee."

The emperor asked sarcastically, "Since you possess such remarkable talent, you must have held a high position at court for many years. Why have I never seen you at court?"

Li Ting hurriedly wiped the tears from his face and explained, "I am devoted to the revitalization of the Mohist school. Fame and fortune are nothing but passing clouds to me."

** waved his hand impatiently. "It's the same old story. When Mozi first opened its doors to students, people from all backgrounds were welcome to join. Who could have imagined that someone would do such disgusting things there?"

At this point, he was too lazy to argue any further. After investigation, the alleged evidence was unfounded, and these people could be released without charge. "Everyone, go back," he said, and had the jailer open the gate.

Feeling of emotion

This rescue process left ** feeling deeply burdened. Han Xin had been wronged last time, and he might still prove valuable in the future, so even facing the First Emperor, he would have tried his best to save him. But for useless people like Chu Lan and Qi Lan, even a single word seemed unnecessary.

At this time, Xiang Ling reminded, "Sir, Miss Gan hasn't left yet."

** nodded, "She stayed to protect Shiman."

Hearing this, Xiang Ling was surprised.

 Complex choices

"I'm afraid of risking you, even if it means risking your life." He said to Xiang Ling, "She's the most suitable person for this kind of dangerous work. If she dies, it's just her fate."

Gan Yinyao gritted her teeth, seething with anger. "Hmph, since you've chosen the path of the martial arts world, you should understand your fate. How can you easily go back on your word?" He stared at her sternly. "You've served me for three years, in exchange for the lives of dozens of people. What complaints do you have?"

Gan Yinyao was speechless, then turned around and saw Zhao Zhong coming out. The two exchanged pleasantries and finally came to the dining table to drink.

** asked, "Are you still drinking alone?" Zhao Zhong replied that he had already drunk two catties. So the two of them drank the wine together. Later, Xiang Ling joined in to help.

At this moment, everyone understood something deeper: in this changing era, who can stay out of it? Everyone must make their own choices, whether for survival or for a higher ideal.

The night was as dark as ink, and the aroma of wine drifted from the campfire. Zhao Zhong sniffed and marveled at the unique flavor of the mutton. "They added pepper and cumin, didn't they? It's delicious."

Nightingale was summoned from Zui Xiang Lou to serve the two men some wine. "This is newly brewed strong liquor," said the man, specifically for disinfection. "Good wine goes well with good food." The two toasted together, and amidst their joy, the man gave Nightingale a meaningful look that made her ponder.

This ideal of leaving doors open at night is particularly precious in the context of this era, and it also foreshadows more profound changes.

Drunk Conversation

** patted Zhao Zhong's shoulder and said, "Brother, you've had a lot to drink. Two kilograms of wine is nothing. I have something better waiting for you." Zhao Zhong smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

"The prince said those spices should be reserved for growing plants. But look how tempting the delicacies are now." ** Poured out the clear and fine wine, "Do you recognize it? It's a product from my shop."

"Li Xin's life is imminent, and these strong liquors are specially prepared for his healing." ** explained and raised the glass again to propose a toast.

As the burning sensation of the wine flowing down my throat dissipated, the conversation gradually deepened into something more profound.

How could he say such a thing?

Yan'er glared at Li Ming angrily, but saw that his face was solemn. He was holding the wine glass in his hand and whispering with Zhao Chong, as if he didn't care about what had just happened.

“There really are people like that.”

She angrily stabbed the roasted lamb a few times with her knife, feeling resentful and having no place to vent.

"Old Zhao, do you need my help with anything?" Li Ming asked solemnly.

"You're being too formal." Zhao Chong smiled and waved his hand: "We're drinking and eating here, so why would you ask me to help or not? But... since you mentioned it."

Zhao Chong picked up the food by himself and seemed relaxed.

"Okay, okay, I won't say I'm helping you," Li Ming said helplessly. "I'm just grateful for your kindness, and I want to return the favor. Just ask for whatever you need."

Zhao Chong smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare take orders. It's just... there's something I'd like to ask for your help."

If you don't accept a reward without merit, you are either a traitor or a thief. Li Ming knew that the other party must have something to ask for with such attentiveness.

"Just tell me."