The galloping path made marching more convenient.
Half a month later, a majestic and ancient city appeared in front of Ying Yuren.
"We've finally arrived at Xianyang."
Standing on his horse, Ying Yuren looked at Xianyang City with a complicated gaze.
It had been more than a hundred years since the city was built.
It had witnessed Great Qin's rise to power, and it was filled with deep memories.
However, if he did not awaken his memories, in a few years, this city would die along with Great Qin.
A hundred years of ups and downs had finally turned into scorched earth!
Fortunately, Ying Yuren had the chance to change everything.
Letting out a breath of turbid air, Ying Yuren turned his head and looked into the distance.
"Big brother, this foolish little brother will hold a banquet in the residence tonight.”
"Are you willing to share a cup with me?"
Fu Su shook his head in panic.
"I still have important matters to attend to, so I have no time to attend the banquet!”
When he said the first word, Fu Su was still not far away from Ying Yuren.
However, by the time the last word left his mouth, Fu Su had already run far away.
Ying Yuren couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.
Ever since Ying Yuren destroyed Fu Su's understanding of Confucianism, Fu Su didn't dare to speak to Ying Yuren anymore.
As long as he saw Ying Yuren from afar, Fu Su would turn around and run away as if he had seen a god of plague.
Even if they had to attend events together, Fu Su would try his best to stay away from Ying Yuren.
He was afraid that Ying Yuren would touch his cognition again.
Ying Zheng was a little surprised.
"Yuren, what happened recently?”
"Why is it that Fu Su has been fleeing whenever he sees you recently?”
As he spoke, Ying Zheng was a little worried.
The Great Qin Imperial Family was not like the Imperial Families of the later generations who fought openly and secretly.
Most of the young masters had a very good relationship with each other.
Ying Zheng did not want to see any irreconcilable conflict between his sons, or even the killing of flesh and blood!
Ying Yuren shrugged indifferently.
"Your son merely told Eldest Brother some of my understanding of Confucianism.”
"Now it seems that eldest brother is not as firm in his own knowledge as your son imagined.”
"Otherwise, Eldest Brother wouldn't have run away when he saw your son, but argued endlessly with your son!”
Ying Zheng didn't think much of it when he first heard it.
It was just a battle of ideas between two Confucian scholars.
But when he thought of Ying Yuren's words,'If you learn the Dao in the morning, you can die in the evening', Ying Zheng could not help but laugh out loud.
In the past, it was Fu Su who chased after Ying Zheng every day to persuade him.
No matter how much Ying Zheng talked, he could not change Fu Su's mindset.
It forced Ying Zheng to often ask the Imperial Army to take Fusu away, and then put him under house arrest to gain a moment of leisure.
Now, there was finally someone who could force Fu Su to flee!
After laughing for a few breaths, Ying Zheng suddenly opened his mouth.
"You and Fu Su are brothers.”
"If Fusu doesn't want to see you, you can go and see him.”
"The two of you brothers should get closer to each other!”
Ying Zheng wished he could grab Ying Yuren's arm and say to him.
Please increase your strength!
Ying Yuren mischievously blinked his eyes, smiled and cupped his hands.
"Your son will obey!"
After returning to Xianyang City, the convoy dispersed after a simple ceremony.
The three dukes and nine ministers followed Ying Zheng to Xianyang Palace to discuss important matters.
Ying Yuren and the others who did not have important positions returned to their homes.
Duke Xiao of Qin probably never dreamed that his descendants would have so many concubines and so many children.
Therefore, there were not enough rooms in Xianyang Palace.
Ying Yuren had also moved to the Lin Zhi Hall two hundred feet east of Xianyang Palace when he was sixteen.
However, leaving Xianyang Palace gave Ying Yuren enough freedom.
At this moment, the door of the Qilin's Toe Palace was wide open.
The strong and brave soldiers cupped their hands and shouted.
The beautiful young palace maids bowed.
"We welcome Young Master!"
A five-horse carriage drove into the manor. Ying Yuren stepped out of the carriage and spoke gently.
"There's no need to be so polite."
"Eighth Fu, fill the treasury with our harvest.”
"Diviner, go and fetch a few jars of fine wine that this young master has treasured.”
"Fan Kuai, Zhou Bo, Xiahou Ying, go change into your Confucian robes and prepare to accompany me.”
Ying Yuren stretched his neck and smiled.
"I've already given you half a month to reorganize your knowledge.”
"But now we have arrived at Xianyang."
"I can't let Chunyu Yue and the others glue together the knowledge that I've spent so much effort to destroy!”
Fan Kuai and the others immediately cupped their hands in agreement.
"Understood!"
An hour later, Ying Yuren and the rest walked out of the residence after bathing and changing.
Ying Yuren and his three disciples were all wearing luxurious silk robes.
However, the four of them did not have the temperament that a Confucian scholar should have.
The Confucian robe was like a thin and fragile cage that could be broken at any time by the ferocious beasts inside the cage!
Before he walked far, Ying Yuren had already arrived at the Bridge Pine Hall.
The doorman guarding the door hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.
"Greetings, Young Master Yuren."
Ying Yuren smiled warmly and cupped his hands in return.
"This Young Master has come to visit Eldest Brother. Please help me inform him.”
The guard couldn't help but laugh.
"Young Master Yuren must be joking."
"My family head has already said that Young Master Yuren doesn't need to report.”
"If this humble servant reports this, my clan head will definitely reprimand this humble servant.”
Ying Yuren's lips curled up slightly.
"Oh?"
"Then this Young Master is too polite."
It seemed that Fu Su still had time to order the door guards to close the door and reject guests!
diagonally opposite the Bridge Pine Hall.
In a narrow alley, Sun Yang looked at Ying Yuren from afar and muttered in a low voice with a fierce gaze.
"Ying Yuren, this day next year will be your death anniversary.”
"I'll let Sage Kong personally teach you what a Confucian scholar is!”
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