After being blind, I actually taught the first emperor to rebel against Qin?

"Prime Minister, please go back, no one is allowed to enter or leave the front!"

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to Tangyu.

The lights of Xuanqu Palace can already be seen from a distance.

A row of knights stood side by side on the road, holding crossbows and aiming at the convoy.

The armor-piercing arrow has been fired!

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Buwei let out a shout, got out of the car slowly with a gloomy old face: "The truth is that you can go to the royal palace and the inner court, why can't you enter the Xuanqu Palace?"

The leading knight didn't panic at all, and slowly pointed the crossbow in his hand at Prime Minister Daqin.

Just squeeze your fingers slightly.

The murderous heavy-duty armor-piercing arrows can penetrate Lu Buwei's forehead: "Wang Zhao: Tangyu is an important place, please do not enter unless you want to, and those who violate it will be killed without mercy."

The hussars battalion is directly under the National Teacher's Office.

No one is a bird.

Daqin Xiangbang is no exception.

Lu Buwei was not willing to run back in such embarrassment, and said proudly: "Ask Meng Tian to come out and speak!"

"General Meng was ordered to run a mission, and this place would have been the leader."

The leading knight did not budge.

Still confidently standing in front of Daqin Xiangbang's chariots and horses.

"Er... so courageous!"

No move!
Lu Buwei couldn't figure it out, and Sima Ling, the guard stationed outside Shanglinyuan, didn't stop Daqin Xiangbang.

A mere captain of the hussars battalion, how could he have the guts to block the way?

I was too angry to say anything.

Those crossbow arrows that were blatantly aiming at him were still braving a chill.

He has no doubts.

As long as he dared to break into Wentangyu, the crossbow arrows of this group of killers would dare to shoot through his head.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

The torch in the guard's hand rattled, and Lu Buwei quickly adjusted his mentality.

He waved his hand to signal the housekeeper, Zheng Huo, to send out the master's article, and try to see if he can let himself into Wentangyu by the way.

Zheng Huo is the person who usually comes to deliver articles.

Familiar with the guards here.

"General, don't worry!"

Receiving the signal from Xiangbang's eyes, Zheng Huo hurriedly lifted his hem and ran all the way.

Standing in the middle of the opposing sides: "General Meng, let the brothers put down the crossbows in their hands first."

"Don't make a mistake."

"The prime minister just wants to personally send the master's article to the national teacher."

"I didn't intend to offend the national teacher."

"You guys, what are you doing?"

The school lieutenant who was ordered to lead five hundred riders to guard the national division was called Meng Ji, a descendant of a distant branch of the Meng family.

Hearing this, he pointed the crossbow at Zheng Huo shamelessly: "Put down the article, and retreat quickly!"

"May I invite Miss Lonely Lan to come out?"

Zheng Huo didn't give up on Meng Gulan.

Normally, it was this old Montessori girl who handed over the Master's articles to him.

Acquaintances are easy to handle.

Things that don't make sense with these killings may make sense with Meng Gulan.

"Put down the article, and you will retreat quickly!"

Meng Ji impatiently raised his hand to signal the soldiers behind him, leveled the crossbow, and aimed at Lu Buwei and his party.

Threats are strong.

When there was a disagreement, Prime Minister Da Qin was shot like a hedgehog.

Got it!
When a scholar meets a soldier, it is unreasonable.

Lu Buwei simply stopped pressing, and signaled Zheng Huo to put the prepared Master's article on the side of the road, get in the car and leave.

Just leave Wentangyu.

Did not leave Shanglin Garden.

The majestic prime minister turned a corner and went straight to Canguan, which was dozens of miles away.

After driving all night, I finally arrived in the morning.

Here is his old acquaintance - Mo Zhe.

"Master Xiangbang visited in the early morning, what is the purpose?"

Mo Zhe is the same as Lu Buwei.

Hair and beard are all white.

It's just that the skin is dark, and the wrinkles and ravines on the face are vertical and horizontal, just like an old farmer.

Tall and strong.

He can hold the thin and weak Lu Buwei in his hand and play with him like a little chicken.

Mr. Xiangbang who was shouting, sat on the chair honestly and continued to fiddle with the loom in his hand.

Obviously, there was no plan to stand up and salute.

He didn't respect Daqin Xiangbang as much as he said in his speech.

Lu Buwei wasn't surprised either, instead he leaned forward with a mean smile: "Zhe, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much. I specially ordered someone to prepare a generous gift to see you."

"If you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, get out of here!"

Mo Zhe was unmoved, and still buried himself in fiddling with the machine parts in his hand.

It seems that what is held in the hand is not a steel gear, but a charming little girl's skin.

"Coincidentally, the truth is that you are here for the mechanism in your hand."

"Don't dream, the old man has been very busy recently, and there is no Mo family member for you to drive."

"It's not about people."

"Hiss! ~ Do you still want to force the old man?"

"No, no, I just want to ask, is the person who lives in Xuanqu Palace a human or a ghost?"

"It's a fairy! A real fairy!"

"Mo Zhe, don't make trouble. The truth is that you are worried about monsters causing trouble, cholera Daqin."

"Lu Buwei, you dare to be disrespectful to the national teacher, be careful that I crush your balls!"

"Hey! When you are old, it's useless to keep your eggs. It's a good idea to give it to an old friend... Listen to this tone, have you seen the national teacher?"

"never seen it!"

"Then why are you in a hurry?"

"You know shit!"

"Is it possible that this national teacher is the ancestor of your Mohist family?"

"My ancestor Mo Di is not worthy to carry shoes for a national teacher!"

"So miraculous?"

"National teachers, gods and men! You are an ignorant and incompetent person, so naturally you don't understand its magnificence."

"Then...you can find out for me, will this national teacher know how to demonize?"

"Where is the magic?"

"It is said that when our king captured the city beam, he took the enemy's life a thousand steps away. Hundreds of black balls flew into the sky..."

The silkworm temple where Mo Zhe is located is not only a residence for studying how to raise silkworms.

It is also the place to study silk reeling and brocade weaving technology.

Compared with Xianyang, the news is relatively closed.

So far, there has been no rumor about the King of Qin's magic arts.

Now the rumormongers are at the door.

"vulgar!"

Before listening to Lu Buwei's narration, Mo Zhexu got up angrily and shouted: "Nonsense!"

"Unlearned and incompetent!"

"How sad!"

"Hot-air balloons are a great learning from nature, how can they be named as demons?"

"How stupid the world is!"

"Hundred officials are so stupid!"

"How foolish you masters are!"

"..."

The old man was very excited.

Finally, through the information delivered by Mo Chen, Mo Liu and others, the veil of natural science was lifted.

I am preparing to devote the rest of my life to learning new knowledge and opening up a new world.

As a result, I turned around.

Yo!The old man's natural science, which is shocking to heaven and man, has been slandered as the sorcery of alchemists and the like.

How can this be tolerated?
If Lu Buwei was not too thin, he would have wanted to slap him out the door.

Throw these things that have eyes but don't know gold and jade into the dung pile and reflect on them.

No eyeballs!

Smellier than shit!

"Don't be annoyed, don't be annoyed, Mo Zhe, don't be annoyed, the order will be issued when the truth is returned, and it is strictly forbidden to slander the national teacher."

Lu Buwei ran away like shit.

However, I am very happy.

The national teacher is really not a monster, but a scholar.

Although he couldn't understand what Mo Zhe was talking about, it didn't prevent him from kicking the word demon law out of his mind.

It's fine if it's not a witchcraft!

No matter what kind of knowledge the national teacher studies, it all belongs to the category of people.

The knowledge that Mo Zhe recognizes is definitely not the knowledge that those masters in Yongcheng are fighting lip service.

It should be the same as Mohism.

They are all matters of national economy and people's livelihood.

You can rest assured to support!