The fate of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty

Bo's words are also sharp and unrelenting, but with the passage of time, after too many things and meeting too many people, he finally became what the world calls a "gentle and unfathomable" gentleman of benevolence and righteousness.

Looking at the copy of the "Book of Changes" on the bookshelf carved from black bamboo, Yan Lu's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand, his knuckles slid across it, as if he wanted to pull out the bamboo slip, but in the end It still hangs down.

The ancients said that "King Gai Wen restrained himself and acted out the Book of Changes". The Confucian classic "Book of Changes" not only contains the technique of Qihuang, but also the way of divination. Even an eccentric person like Xunzi once praised him.

But...he didn't want to do divination.One reason is that although his divination skills are superb, they are only predictions, and only give a possibility. Even the Yin Yang family who has always made a living by divination dare not say that he knows the future, not to mention that he is just a "children who don't know the future." What about the Confucian children who use language, strange power and chaotic gods?

Secondly... no matter whether the final result between him and Zhao Gao is good or bad, he doesn't want to use this method to determine the fate of this relationship.

Yan Lu looked at the bright spring light through the window like a pair of huge and bright silk, spreading out all over the sky, graceful like threads, and it seemed that the time was also despised by the years.

Yan Lu was dazed, closed his eyes, and muttered in his mouth, "Happy, happy, new acquaintance, sad, sad, parting", but was soon covered by the rustling of the bamboo forest outside the house.

It's night, the moonlight is shining white, leisurely roaming the sky, like a puddle of clear water flowing down from a broken ice, and the wind in the distance brings the wanton fragrance of woody flowers.

Under the tall and straight woody tree, there is a tall man in a crimson robe standing quietly, and behind him is a man in black kneeling respectfully with a black spider beside his ear, talking about something in his mouth. It reported everything about the current situation of Xiaoshengxian Village in detail.

For a long time, the dark night was like the darkest ink, so sticky that people couldn't help but feel suffocated.Zhao Gao didn't make any sound, but still turned his back, then raised his hand and waved it lightly, signaling to back down.

On the ground, Zhao Gao opened those long and narrow eyes, and the moonlight shone in instantly, shattering into pieces.He crossed his hands, and his left hand kept rubbing the gilt ring on the finger of his right hand. The cool touch made Zhao Gao more awake.

"water cut off"

A deep voice escaped from Zhao Gao's thin crimson lips, his eyes were as cold and determined as ice, and at some point, Duan Shui was standing beside him, slightly turning his head as if ready to act at any time.

"Tomorrow, we are going to carry out His Majesty's order to encircle and suppress the Little Sage Village! If there are rebels..."

Time seems to be frozen, and the stagnation is unbearable, just listening to the superior say

"Kill without mercy"

It was clearly spring, but Duan Shui felt the biting cold, my lord... Duan Shui murmured silently in his heart, but he still quietly went down to carry out Zhao Gao's order.

The snare is a murder weapon, and these killers have been the sharpest weapon in the master's hands since they joined the snare. The orders of the adults are the tasks they have to complete in their lives, no matter whether the tasks they want to complete are beneficial or harmful to the adults.

captivity

Yan Lu had another sleepless night, stretched lazily, and made crackling sounds, which is normal for those who practice martial arts.

The little boy who delivered the meal in the morning still came to Chengxintangju on time. After running out of breakfast, Yan Lu began to translate famous classics from various countries.

One of the most important reasons why Xiaoshengxianzhuang can become a holy place for scholars all over the world is that there are splendid articles from all over the world, strange articles, and authentic fragments.

But it is also because of having so many books in different languages ​​that the last time Mr. Fusu visited Xiaoshengxianzhuang, he was provoked by Li Si and became jealous of Confucianism.

Although Master Fusu has a kind heart and Uncle Xun is his life-saving benefactor, there will always be someone with a heart who will report the matter of these books to the most "honorable" His Majesty the First Emperor today, right?

Now Xiaoshengxianzhuang has been passed down for hundreds of years, but there are still many articles in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that have not been translated into today's language.

Now, as the strength of the Qin Dynasty is getting stronger and stronger, a series of reforms implemented by the Qin Dynasty have also penetrated into the daily lives of the people, and the social customs and habits of the people are constantly changing.

One of the most notable changes is that people are becoming more and more accustomed to using today's characters, not only because of the series of necessary measures promulgated by Ying Zheng, but also because the characters created by Li Si are really simple, easy to use, convenient and fast.

Therefore, there are fewer and fewer people who can understand the characters of several countries, let alone people from more than seven countries, and Yan Lu happens to be one of them.He was the eldest son of Zhao Guo when he was young, and he almost grew up in the Sutra Pavilion of Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

Therefore, some of the more subtle books left by Zhuang Nei were translated by him and several disciples.He looked at these almost extinct articles and sighed. Even if these books did not exist, Ying Zheng would have found other "evidence" to prove that Xiao Shengxianzhuang had a rebellious heart.

Yan Lu put all his thoughts on the bamboo slips and carved them stroke by stroke with a bamboo knife on the brand new bamboo book. The quiet room was filled with the faint fragrance of bamboo.

Suddenly, Yan Lu felt an unspeakable palpitation, which spread from his heart to his fingertips, causing him to involuntarily let go of the bamboo knife, but accidentally scratched his hand, and a little bit of bright red fell down, dizzy The silky texture of the bamboo book was dyed.

Yan Lu looked up, but found that it was dusk, the sun had come down to the sky, the warm orange light rendered the white clouds, and the warm light fell on the blue bamboo leaves, refracting thousands of rays of light, Just staring at this scene, but also feel that the years are softened and warmed by the time.

But...Yan Lu felt that something was wrong. It should be time to deliver the food by now, why didn't anyone come to report?

The orange in the sky has reached its extreme, and there is a hint of enchanting red, bloody... red.

When the wind blows, it brings an unspeakable smell of scorched earth, Yan Lu's heart sinks a little bit, and a bad premonition arises spontaneously in his heart.

Yan Lu walked to the desk, picked up the clear blue hilt, opened the door with the lightsaber in hand, and walked out of Chengxintang.

The further he walked, the more unstable Yan Lu's mind became, because if the senior brother was there, he would never allow himself to step out of the purple bamboo forest.but……

Step by step, Yan Lu walked forward fearlessly as if stepping on the footsteps of fate. The further he walked in the direction of Wendao Academy, the thicker the smell of blood and the smell of scorched earth in the air.

Fire... fire again... fire everywhere, and blood, and that disgusting smell.In front of Yan Lu, the magnificent building had been destroyed by the raging fire, and every building was destroyed by the arrogant fire.

However, none of the disciples who were originally in Xiaoshengxianzhuang disappeared, only the blood left on the ground still told the resistance and pain of the past.

Yan Lu felt that all this was like a dream, and he felt dizzy, where is the senior brother?Where's the uncle?And an ovary?Where have they all gone?Did he escape, hide or was caught?Yan Lu thought absently.

The sound of footsteps appeared behind Yan Lu slowly and firmly with a peculiar rhythm, getting louder and clearer, Yan Lu slowly turned his head, his warm black eyes were watching closely The person in front of him was filled with an unspeakable murderous aura.

The high-hat official uniform, the crimson hair around the ears was blown by the cool wind, and the hem of the clothes of the same color was also scattered like ripples in the water.

Zhao Gao appeared in front of him so abruptly, no, it didn't seem to be abrupt.

His face was the same as when he saw it for the first time, with deep shadows, his long and narrow pale silver-gray eyes were calm, and his whole body had a cold and feminine demeanor.The crimson hair swayed in the wind, and the hem of the clothes of the same color was chased by clusters of flames beside him, spreading out like ripples in water.

"Li Si spoke to His Majesty, saying that chivalry uses martial arts to break the ban, and Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law. I especially ask you to burn books and harass Confucianism."

Zhao Gao didn't talk nonsense, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said the reason. His long and narrow phoenix eyes were dark and deep, and his expression was neither sad nor happy. He just slowed down when he uttered the last four words.

He seemed to glance at Yan Lu intentionally or unintentionally, but soon returned to the rumored master of the snare who was aloof and feared.Wherever it passes, no grass grows, and wherever it goes, blood flows like a river!

Yan Lu Weizheng was in the same place, the Hanguang he was holding in his hand had been unconsciously put away in his sleeve, and he looked around at the scene beside him.

He remembered that there was the house of Sansheng, where he and his brother Fu Nian Sansheng every day when he was young, but now it was only burned to ruins;

Over there is the Wendao Academy, where many famous Confucian scholars once preached, taught and dispelled doubts, but now there is only thick black smoke overflowing;

On the other side is the library building, which was built by the ancestor Confucius. The ancestor Mencius traveled around the world and collected historical books. His uncle Xunzi carefully listed them and finally became famous all over the world. Now the second fire has really burned it up.

Zhao Gao seemed a little impatient, and directly interrupted Yan Lu's "daze"

"Did Yan Erdang go with me voluntarily, or let the lower officials send someone to invite you to go?"

When he said this, Zhao Gao didn't stare at Yan Lu directly, but played with the ring on his right hand indifferently.

The sun has completely disappeared, and the afterglow of the setting sun has dissipated long ago. The highest point of Songhai City is like a huge torch. The frightening heat killed all the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, and teams from the mountain surrounded it. Confucian scholars were thrown into prison cars one by one, or transported to Xianyang, or exiled to other places.hoarse, weeping,