The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

The emergence of the Xianyang Gazette directly broke the rivalry among the various schools of thought, since the Mohist school of thought was currently the most discussed.

As for the reason, it goes without saying to the others.

Xunzi looked at the newly published Xianyang newspaper and sighed: "In previous years, the Confucian school, while not the only dominant one, was certainly among the top three of the hundred schools of thought."

Now, the Mohist school is rising rapidly, riding the wave of opportunity to promote its doctrines. Throughout the land, everyone is talking about Lu Ping of the Mohist school.

Chunyu Yue, standing tall and straight, rebuked him: "The Mohists advocate universal love and non-aggression, yet they actually agree with Qin's unification of the six states. This is using war to sustain war, which is unacceptable."

Xunzi looked at the Xianyang Gazette in his hand and sighed: "The princess of Qin is indeed a pillar of the state. If there were only the King of Qin, the entire Qin state would be nothing more than a war chariot, and who knows where this ruler would lead it."

But with Ying Ji, a woman who is humble and polite, and who has accomplished great things in dealing with people and things, what she sees, thinks and does is not something that ordinary people can do.

Modern Confucianism should follow the principles of Heaven, innovate and reform its concepts, so that it may endure and continue for millennia.

Chunyu Yue shook his head: "Xunzi is wrong. Qin's actions will dig its own grave sooner or later. If it wants to last for ten thousand years, the best thing to do is to restore the Zhou rites."

Xunzi neither agreed nor disagreed, and did not offer any further explanation. He directly instructed his disciples to prepare to go to Xianyang.

Chunyu Yue was also indignant about this, and went directly back to the State of Qi to instruct King Tian Jian of Qi.

To win over scholars, the King of Qi restored the Jixia Academy, which was led by Chunyu Yue and was dominated by Confucian scholars.

There was no other way. Previously, Ying Ji had come to beg for help, which led to the departure of many outstanding students and teachers. In addition, King Tian Jian of Qi refused to lend grain to Zhao, which caused many more to leave.

When the Imperial Academy flourished, the Jixia Academy became an empty shell and was forced to close down.

In order to keep Chunyu Yue, Tian Jian withstood the pressure from Empress Dowager Jun and reopened the Jixia Academy for him.

Fortunately, there were many Confucian disciples, so even though many left, the remaining students were able to continue the school. However, nowadays, fewer students from the other five countries come to study.

Most of them were young men from prominent families in the State of Qi who came to make up the numbers. The Empress Dowager was not fond of Confucianism and preferred alchemists and immortals. However, the King of Qi was, after all, the ruler of the country, so he took the initiative to back down.

However, it is required that the chief priest must be Laozi.

The King of Qi agreed, so the situation in the court became quite delicate.

After years of ruling by the Empress Dowager, King Qi began to show his true colors and started to cultivate his own faction.

Xianyang, Qin State - Diankefu

Zhang Liang was overjoyed to receive Xunzi's letter, and even Ying Ji, who came to pick him up from get off work, could sense his happiness.

"Why are you so happy today? Did you know I was going to take you to see a dance performance?"

Zhang Liang smiled and waved the letter in his hand: "Master Xun is preparing to come to Xianyang, and will arrive in about half a month. We should express our gratitude properly this time."

Ying Ji was surprised: "Master Xun is being too polite. You are the matchmaker, yet you haven't even sent me a letter."

The boy chuckled and stuffed the letter into his hand: "They probably felt that husband and wife were one, so they sent a copy."

Ying Ji stroked her chin: "That makes sense. In that case, we should give him a proper welcome. I'll have the Imperial Academy reserve a room for Master Xun."

Zhang Liang leaned against Ying Ji as if he had no bones, inhaling her unique scent and feeling a sense of joy.

Seeing that the person was a little sleepy, Ying Ji held him in her arms, protecting his head to prevent him from accidentally bumping into something.

Upon returning to the palace, he carried Zhang Liang to his bed, helped him change his clothes, and then left.

After all, the imperial decree for investiture had been delayed for a long time. Bai Changchuan had finally set a date, so it had to be sent to Xianyang Palace as soon as possible.

Ying Zheng was already used to seeing women who looked travel-worn, and Zhao Gao thoughtfully served them lukewarm tea.

After swallowing the whole thing, he first presented the imperial edict to Ying Zheng.

He then rummaged through his pockets and finally pulled out the report from the Imperial Academy.

Ying Zheng glanced at the decree to complete the appointment, said nothing, and handed it over to Zhao Gao to handle.

Picking up the performance report beside him, he said, "Sister, you handled this matter too indecisively this time. Since you're not satisfied, just kill her."

Why bother dividing them up? Confucianism is not very useful, not as good as Legalism, and even less effective than the Agricultural School.

Ying Ji smiled and said with narrowed eyes, "That won't do. Xun Shi's two disciples are both in Qin now. Li Si's ambition is only in power struggles, and Han Fei's heart is in Han."

Furthermore, Confucianism is also a good option. After unification, when we conquer the Baiyue in the south and defeat the Xiongnu in the north, entrusting the education of these barbarians to Confucianism would be most appropriate.

Ying Zheng understood immediately, a smile playing on his lips: "It seems that my elder sister is already thinking about how to deal with those savages."

Ying Ji naturally considered this. The world is so big, and she really wanted to test Ying Zheng's limits. By starting the conquest of the six states ahead of schedule, her pace would be even faster in the future.

Perhaps one day we will really set sail and attack.

Ying Zheng put away his performance report and took out a battle report from the front lines.

Ying Zheng sipped his tea to refresh himself: "Huan Yi said that Wei and Chu have formed an alliance and are preparing to attack. Although there is no need to go to war this time, why not use the previous demonstration battle again?"

Ying Ji nodded indifferently: "Anything is fine. I need to take a month off to go out and have fun during the winter. Please don't assign me any tasks."

Ying Zheng was speechless =_= and pretended not to hear: "The soldiers at the front line are withdrawing back to the city. As for the matter of sending the military families to Xianyang, you, sister, will take responsibility."

Ying Ji poked the man's smooth forehead with her index finger: "I need to ask for leave, I need to ask for leave, don't pretend you didn't hear me."

Ying Zheng casually slapped it away: "This matter is of great importance and must be overseen by your elder sister. If you want to rest, you can arrange all these matters in advance and then take a peaceful vacation."

Ying Ji lay sprawled out like a sheet of ice: "I'm so tired. I was sent as an envoy to Korea, and when I came back, I had to deal with the poppy flowers. Then I had to arrange things for the various schools of thought. Now that I finally have some free time, there are still so many things to do."

Unfortunately, complaining was useless. Ying Zheng pushed the woman slumped on the table aside and continued to review the memorials.

After writhing in a frenzy for a while, Ying Ji finally noticed Ying Zheng, Gai Nie, and Zhao Gao, who acted as if they hadn't seen her at all.

She did what she was supposed to do, but her dark and twisted actions had no effect whatsoever.

Finally, in a fit of exasperation, he threw down the words: "Fine, that's it. Just this one job. I'm not taking any more."

Then he kicked the sleeping dumpling and ran away in a flash.

Still half-asleep, Tuanzi, who had just been kicked, groggily looked around and, seeing no strangers, spoke in a human voice: "Brother Zheng, why do I feel like I've been kicked?"

Ying Zheng got up and hugged Tuanzi, stroking her soft belly: "You had a nightmare. There was no one here just now. Who would dare kick you? Are you hungry? Zhao Gao, go get some fresh rosewater."

After a moment of contemplation, Tuanzi wondered if she was dreaming. Soon, she smelled a sweet floral fragrance and completely forgot about the whole thing.

It opened its mouth, waiting to be fed.

Ying Zheng skillfully fed the pig, stuffing it into Tuanzi's mouth one bite after another.

The two worked together seamlessly, a speed clearly the result of long-term collaboration; the moment their mouths opened, a mouthful of sweet syrup was shoved into their mouths.

After chewing twice in a blink, he opened his mouth for the second bite.

After finishing the bowl, Tuanzi found a spot on Ying Zheng's body and settled down for a nap.

As a system, it had never known what sleeping felt like before, but now that it has a body, it really enjoys this lazy and comfortable activity.

Basically, they eat their fill and then sleep, and sleep their fill and then eat again, with the main theme being to forget the host and forget the mission.