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It has been three years since autumn has passed and autumn has come. The old tree in front of Gu Nan’s house has withered and turned yellow several times, and the old branches are covered with lines of time. I thought it was due to die several times. However, a spring rain in the second year was full of lush greenery.
The second entrapment army has been formed, and everything seems to be the same as before, except for the three hundred yuan sign that was originally hung there, it has become a thousand people, except for the missing sign that can no longer be found.
Gu Nan had already handed over all the thousand-character essays to Ying Zheng. After the full text was taught, Li Si realized that none of the hundreds of characters in the essay was the same. It was composed of hundreds of different characters and called themselves rhymes. Heaven and man.
He carefully placed the copy of the Thousand Characters in the cabinet in his study, and took it out to study from time to time.
One day, a guest came to his home. The guest seemed to have a good relationship with Li Si, but his status seemed unusual. When he came, he was very low-key, and no one knew about it.
When Li Si was going to fetch water, the guest accidentally saw the bamboo slips Li Si had placed on the table, opened it to look, and didn't know Li Si came back.
It was already noon when he raised his head from the book, and Li Sisi sat beside him drinking water.
The guest grabbed Li Si's hand.
Repeatedly asked Li Si who the author of this article was, and asked him to talk to him before he read it from the same school, and to meet him if he said anything, because he had a lot of things in his heart that he wanted to talk to that gentleman.
He also said that he knew that it was impossible for Li Si to write such an article.
Li Si turned him down with a wry smile, saying that you can't meet the gentleman who wrote this book, and because of your identities, something will happen when you meet. But it can be said that he listens and knows who he knows.
The guest nodded repeatedly, and Li Si then said.
You should also know this person, Wei country is adjacent to your country, but I don't know if you have heard such words in Wei **.
Thousands of troops avoid white robes.
The guest was stunned for a moment, and then he realized who this person was, a white-robed general, and the army fell into battle.
Then he let out a sigh, it's a pity that he can't meet such a wonderful person in his life.
He also understood that it was really inappropriate for him to meet the general of the Imperial Army of Qin in his own capacity. If the country listens to it, I am afraid that my situation will be even more difficult.
It would be bad if he was accused of collaborating with the enemy and treasoning the country again. If Li Si wasn't just a lowly official, he might not even dare to see him.
The guest suddenly asked Li Si, can this article be passed on to the world
It can be said that it is an inexhaustible achievement to study thousands of people.
Li Si thought for a long time, and finally said, let me ask tomorrow.
The guest was surprised and even said that this was not like Li Si, but Li Si still did not let go.
On the second day, when Li Si came back from teaching in the Prince's Mansion, he asked the man before he gave the guest an answer.
The guests left satisfied.
About half a year later, a piece of Mongolian learning that can be called a rhyme handed down from generation to generation spread throughout the world. Hundreds of schools were shocked, but praised it one after another.
Asked who wrote such a strange saying, Gai has an answer, the funeral of the Qin State.
Quite a few people shook their heads and sighed, saying that they were so talented and learned that they were delayed by Shacai.
That text is called a thousand-character text, and there are only a few hundred characters that can be handed down to the world.
Numerous scholars tried hard to obtain the remaining hundreds of characters, but in the end it was fruitless. Some people even tried to fill them in, but found it difficult and difficult, and they couldn't fill in a word at all.
Someone yelled, who destroyed such knowledge and made it incomplete, it is really detrimental!
Li Si laughed dumbfounded when he found out about this. He knew it. This book was only written with a few hundred words, and without a thousand words, it seemed to be incomplete.
As for the reason
He felt that Mr. Gu's laziness probably caused him to be too lazy to write
And Gu Nan was teaching Ying Zhengbing recently that she is a general after all, and this is what she can teach.
As for learning, just leave it to Li Si.
At least in Gu Nan's opinion, Li Si's talent and learning are definitely passable.
In addition to the theory of soldiers, she was also entrusted by Ying Zichu to teach Ying Zheng the theory of inner breath.
The Wang family's internal breathing method seems to be different from hers, but it is generally the same, with slight changes.
Ying Zheng learned this quickly, and it is quite effective now.
What he learned is not Gu Nan's mantle, swordsmanship and internal energy are inherited from the Wang family, and Gu Nan is just guiding him from the sidelines.
The opening and closing of the sword is quite bold, but at the age of eight, he is already able to hand in hand with Gu Nan.
Of course, Gu Nan didn't dare to use his internal energy, it can be said that he was a child who was brought up since he was a child, so what if he was injured.
This kid was always clinging to her, and there was nothing he could do about it. Ying Zichu and Zhao Ji seldom took care of her.
As he got older and learned inner breath, he often sneaked out of Chu Gongzi's mansion to visit Lord Wu'an's mansion.
This kid loves to listen to the painting fairy playing the piano, and also loves to eat the fish soup made by Xiaolu. To put it bluntly, he just came here to eat and drink, which made Gu Nan's head jump.
But Huaxian and Xiaolu like this child, she can't drive him away, she can only let him come, and just wait for Ying Zichu to come and pick him up soon.
Gu Nan is now twenty-five years old. If she was a woman from an ordinary family, she would have already had a husband's family.
It's a pity that she is different. After Bai Qi and Wei Lan passed away, there were no elders in the family, so naturally there was no one to take care of things.
And because of their status, there are quite a few people in Xianyang City who know about the loss of the general, but there are probably not many who know her, Gu Nan.
Originally, the Wang family would definitely make arrangements for a person like her, but now that King Qin is seriously ill, he has no time to take care of political affairs.
On the contrary, this allowed her to escape a catastrophe. If she really let this "man" find a husband's house, she would be as happy as hitting her head to death.
In the Palace of the King of Qin, in the palace, a haggard old man was lying on the bed with his pale hair scattered in a pile. The attendant standing beside him was so frightened that he lowered his head and dared not speak. Several people gathered around the bed, silent.
The old man is the King of Qin. After all, he won't last another ten years, and his fate is unpredictable. After all, he is helpless.
On King Qin's old face, his eyes opened, and he raised his hand, facing the bed, just like when he was sitting with Gu Nan back then, holding his hand to the sky.
He has done this countless times in his life.
He was like this when the punishments from the five countries were all in order. He thought that the world was just like this.
He also did the same when he defeated Chu and retreated to Han, marched into Wei, and wiped out Yiqu. He thought that the world was under his control.
When Changping destroyed Zhao, he was still like this. He thought he could conquer all these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
Suddenly, his eyes opened completely, staring angrily at mid-air, his hands trembling.
Everyone in the hall looked at him in bewilderment.
Finally, his throat moved, leaving only a sigh.
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That hand hung down the couch, heavy, as if it was the weight of a lifetime.
In the fifty-sixth year of King Qin Zhaoxiang (251 BC), King Yingji of Qin Zhaoxiang, who had reigned for fifty-six years, died at the age of seventy-five. Zi Xiaowen Wang Yingzhu succeeded to the throne.