It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Mo Qi had so many questions to ask, and his gradually collapsing memories were filled with many brilliant lights and the only hope.

The cycle of darkness is not one or two failures, but six times of despair!

Even though hardships have trained him to be extraordinary tenacious and time has enabled him to acquire extraordinary skills, he has already exhausted his energy and lost his vitality in the long wait and wasting time.

What Xu Zhi has is exactly what he lacks.

Xu Zezhi also has the courage to sacrifice himself and go all out.

He didn’t remember how many years had passed, but the conversation on Hujiang reappeared before his eyes.

Xu Kai, courtesy name Zezhi, was an archaeologist at the Shangluo Ruins. He was born in the ninth year of the Republic of China and died in the summer of the thirty-sixth year of the Republic of China.

"Brother Zhipei, I don't know when I can return to Gansu after this trip."

"…Although I taught Chinese in school, everyone yearned for Europe and America…Even magazines published many Russian novels and works by Russians, so I also learned some Russian."

At this time, Mo Qi was still called Tang Yuan. Or rather, his original name was Tang Yuan, Tang Zhipei.

Xu Kai sighed and said, "There are so many civilizations in the world. But when will the world recognize that the origin of China is in this land?"

Mo Qi couldn't answer this question, and now this question still needs to be thought about.

"Sir?" Xu Zhi saw that Mo Qi didn't say anything, thinking that he thought he couldn't agree with him. "Sir, you have been hiding from the world, but if you want to intervene, I don't want me to take a different path from you."

Mo Qi really wanted to immediately ask Ying Hehua whether he knew Xu Kai, or knew Xu Kai...but Ying Hehua's identity made him intimidated, and it was definitely not appropriate to discuss this matter in the current Zhilan Palace.

Mo Qi didn't know what kind of obsession Ying Hehua had in doing these things, but in this world, he was the only one who could understand how difficult it was to save the Qin State!

Countless contradictions and nodes have made him entangled and helpless, so that now he has embarked on a path of detachment from the world, leaving worldly affairs behind.

Xu Zhi was stared at by Mo Qi with a strange look, and was about to ask something, but was interrupted by a message.

Ah Zhi entered the palace and whispered, "The eldest son is returning to Xianyang Palace to prepare for his wedding. He will stop by Zhilan Palace to visit the princess."

Fusu's marriage was arranged before the conquest of Chu, and matters related to the wedding ceremony were made public in the court at this moment.

The conversation ended so quickly that Xu Zhi didn't gain any substantive content.

But before Mo Qi left, he said something that made her take it seriously.

"If the princess decides that there is only one way forward, she will inevitably find the original path."

"Are you going to make an enemy of me?" Xu Zhi lowered his voice.

Mo Qi turned around, his black and white hair falling on his robe. His voice seemed to penetrate through layers of time, expressing all the endless melancholy and separation.

The sky was as clear as the blue ocean, and the snow that had been falling when Li Xian left had stopped.

He looked at the red plum blossoms blooming outside the temple. He did not offer any consolation or advice from an elder to a younger generation. He said calmly, "There is no absolutely correct way."

Xu Zhi now thought that Mo Qi, like Han Fei, had become a skeptical philosopher who did not know right from wrong - another Anasidim. They attacked cause and effect, did not believe in "because-so", believed that everyone's perception of the world was different, that everything was changing, and that everything was uncertain.

Just now, when Azhi entered the hall, Mo Qi saw her before Xu Zhi. This must be a matter of Xianyang Palace. He just stood up.

"Mr. Mo..." She called him.

"Your Highness." Mo Qi bowed and asked her to stop behind the curtain. "You have been very busy lately. When you are done, I will be waiting for you in Zhongnan Mountain."

"The last time I went to Zhongnan Mountain with Master Ju, we didn't find you. I will definitely send you a visiting card in advance."

This statement is both respectful and threatening.

Mo Qi finally understood why Li Xian reminded her to be careful when talking to her.

"Aju has found a place in Qin thanks to the princess's care. As a teacher, I am very grateful."

Xu Zhi smiled, "If you hadn't asked Wei Ju to show me the token, I wouldn't have known that Wei Ju had such talent in farming." Although she knew the answer in her heart, she was still a little unsure. She paused for a moment, "I'm curious, how did you know to do this?"

He thought of a figure who was also the undercurrent of the night.

Instead of answering the question directly, he took off the modern-day glasses frame from his nose.

Mo Qi took out a bunch of objects that looked like key rings from his sleeves and said in a chanting voice: "Perhaps the things in this room have been waiting for the princess for a long time. Maybe the princess will understand after seeing it."

Xu Zhi watched Mo Qi's somewhat hunched back and felt lost for a moment. She tightly grasped the string of things until her hands almost turned white.

The moment Mo Qi let go, she immediately felt the cold jade from South Korea on the key ring.

As the sun sets in the west, the Zhilan Palace, which has been quiet for more than a month, finally becomes more lively.

Fusu did not ride in a carriage, he came on horseback.

Ying Hehua ignored the thoughts of the two eunuchs staring at her, pointed at a box of treasures in the palace, and smiled at Fusu heartlessly, "My brother, I don't have anything to congratulate you on your wedding, so I can only use these to express my gratitude."

The most generous one was Ying Hehua. The concubines in the harem only gave one or two treasures as gifts, not a whole box like she did.

They wanted to say it was because of their brother, but the maids and eunuchs just remembered that when the eldest princess Ying Yuanman returned to Qin, she also gave a whole Shu brocade screen.

Xu Zhi found that Fusu's eyes were always on him, and he didn't even look at the box of things.

She was a little anxious.

It took her more than just one or two days to prepare the wedding gift for Fusu.

Ever since she saw them in Jingxing, Zhao State, she had started planning this.

Every item in the box was picked by her herself. Some were for Fusu, some were for Wang Heng, and she had even imagined giving things for her niece and nephew's birthday ceremonies!

The operational wooden pistol model that was hidden at the bottom of the box was assembled by Zhang Liang, who was good at carpentry.

How could Fusu not even take a look?

Even if you want to criticize her, don't waste her efforts.

She bent down and took out a string of glass beads from the box and handed it to him. "Brother Wang, look, there are two buckles here. You can use them to hang a small crossbow or dagger on your waist. I've tried it and it's very firm. I don't have to worry about it falling off when I'm riding a horse."

It had been a long time since Xu Zhi had spoken such a long sentence continuously while gesturing. Seeing Fusu return to Xianyang to get married and start a family, her mood finally relaxed. She couldn't help but get excited and spoke a little faster and gasped for breath.

"Hehua, have you met Wang Wan?"

Xu Zhi's words were interrupted. She was stunned for a moment, bit her lip and said "yes."

Fusu's gaze turned into a frown.

Xu Zhi looked at his expression and felt an unprecedented fear.

It was her habit of observing him that influenced her subtly. After the eldest son of the empire learned the art of being an emperor and was about to unify the world, Fusu certainly had reason to doubt whether she wanted to threaten his position.

When Xu Zhi read history, she didn't have to think too much to understand the cruelty of the ancient monarchs and ministers, fathers and sons, royal killings, and power transfers.

"Brother Wang, I can repeat the important conversation between me and Wang Wan..."

She wanted to finish her words as quickly as possible.

It seemed as if there were birds jumping in the trees. They flew in from the wide open window, throwing the snow on their claws onto the carpet, which was quickly melted into a pool of water by the heating inside.

Xu Zhi felt a weight on her arm, and a warm hand held her.

"Hehua," Fusu said gently, "It's great that Wang Wan has met you. I've talked to him about using your marriage to balance the court situation. Don't do this again."

No matter what Han Fei taught Fusu, it was just an exaggeration of political tactics. The kind and elegant eldest prince never changed.

Xu Zhi probably learned the way of thinking that is to gain the greatest benefit at the lowest cost.

"Brother Wang," Xu Zhi smiled, "Other methods may be very costly."

Fusu was one of the few people who knew that Ying Hehua liked Zhang Liang, and he was also one of the few people who knew that Zhang Liang was the real mastermind behind this accident.

His sister suffered a bloody betrayal. At this time, in order to cover up the truth, she had to put on a smile and use her marriage as a bargaining chip.

"Howard."

"How can your happiness not be the greatest price?"

The wind and snow outside the Great Wall made him more resolute. He raised his white and clear sleeves and patted her back gently as he did when they were children.

Fusu took out a tube of memorials from his sleeve and stuffed it into her hand, asking her to hold it tightly.

"I have discussed this with my father and Wang Wan. Don't worry too much about your future marriage."

Xu Zhifang has met Li Xian and Mo Qi, and they know what the past and the future are.

When Zhang Liang put the knife on her neck, Xu Zhi didn't cry.

Even when she was spitting blood and felt that her end was near, she didn't cry.

Even when her father pleaded for Zhang Liang, she held back her tears.

But now, facing her brother.

The pain and grievance were like a real hammer hitting her heart heavily.

She clutched the fabric on Fusu's shoulders and tears welled up in her eyes.

Fusu. Fusu. A person as beautiful as the morning glow and evening dew.

The eldest prince, later generations' discussions are full of speculation and suspicion about him.

Ugliness is tainted with sin, nobility will be despised, and beautiful jade must have flaws before its pure white can be seen.

There is only infinity and infinity, and more and more determined persistence.

She must not let the ending happen again and the record come true.

-

On Mount Zhongnan, snow covers the pine branches, but the ice is not cold.

Mo Qi stepped onto the valley floor, turned left and then left again from the depths of the woods, and escaped into the wooden door.

There is a different world inside the wooden door. This series of tools can be called mechanized, especially the batch-produced bronze molds. The Qin State's car-making technology was already the strongest among all the countries, so which one would be better?

This is not only the achievement of the great masters of Mohism throughout the ages, but also the extraordinary skills of Mo Qi in his reincarnation.