None of the philosophers could fail to feel the emperor's sincerity.
Respecting the wise and humble oneself may not have been uncommon during the Warring States Period.
At that time, seven major powers were vying for supremacy, and the monarchs of various countries were eager to seek talents, and talented people were treated as guests of honor.
But it is different now. Qin Shihuang wiped out the six kingdoms, unified the world, and became the supreme ruler.
He holds all the power and acts arbitrarily, and does not allow anyone to disobey him.
The emperor's tyranny and tyranny were fully demonstrated in the fact that he was willing to mobilize a large army to eradicate these underworld forces.
But what do they see now?
Qin Shi Huang, the supreme ruler of the Qin Empire, who once wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible, actually treated them with respect and even addressed them as "sir"!
Who wouldn’t be confused after hearing this?
This extreme contrast between the before and the after really hit everyone's sweet spot.
Coupled with the saint's four words of enlightenment, their hearts were filled with excitement and their blood boiled.
Who doesn’t want to leave their name in history?
Who doesn’t want to be remembered forever?
The various schools of thought entered the world and promoted their school ideas. Wasn't it just to gain recognition from the rulers and become a school of governance?
Fu Nian was already overwhelmed, his face filled with the excitement and fanaticism of "a gentleman will die for his friend".
He broke free from his third junior brother's hand and was the first to lead the Confucian disciples in responding.
"Thanks to your majesty's kindness, we Confucians are willing to do our part to contribute to a peaceful and prosperous world!"
"Hahahaha...With Confucianism's teachings, the world can be at peace!"
The emperor laughed loudly and praised generously.
Upon hearing this, the Confucian disciples' faces flushed red, their expressions became more excited, and they were eager to sacrifice their lives for their monarch.
At this time, a man in purple in the crowd also echoed and secretly winked at the emperor.
"I, Han Jiu of the Legalist School, am also willing to serve Your Majesty!"
"My farm..."
"I am a famous..."
With someone taking the lead, other schools of thought also responded enthusiastically.
There may be some who are just pretending to be submissive, but at least now the various schools of thought have openly declared their allegiance to the empire, temporarily reversing the anti-Qin tone of public opinion.
Next, time will tell.
At night, the academy held a banquet to entertain everyone.
The various schools of thought that have always been competing openly and secretly gathered together rarely, toasting each other, chatting and laughing, creating a lively and harmonious scene.
When they were drunk, some people talked at length about how to govern the country. Everyone had their own opinions, some echoed others, some argued...
Fusu would sometimes participate in discussions, being neither arrogant nor impatient, but dignified and polite, showing the demeanor of a gentleman.
He is like a piece of carefully carved jade.
The unpolished jade becomes a valuable object, its brilliance is restrained, it is gentle yet sharp, it is dazzling but not scorching.
He seemed to have the demeanor of a magnanimous, wise and benevolent monarch.
This is the ideal monarch of all the philosophers, and it is hard for them not to like him.
The banquet was filled with joy.
However, the situation in the Xianyang Palace was tense.
Just like more than ten years ago, a group of people gathered together, as if nothing had changed, yet as if everything had changed.
When old friends meet again, they should be chatting and laughing.
However, the world changes, and things and people are no longer the same.
Ying Zhao stared at the black-haired man expressionlessly, his eyes cold, no longer showing the familiarity and closeness of the past.
"Gai Nie, draw your sword."
"Xiao Zhao, I'm sorry..."
Gai Nie looked at his best friend who had lived and died with him, feeling both guilty and regretful.
He knew that the Qin Emperor was his Achilles' heel, but he still chose to betray him regardless of their old friendship.
But he did not regret it. People with different ideas cannot work together.
He has his own way to go.
Ying Zhao ignored Gai Nie and turned his gaze to the white-haired man.
"Wei Zhuang, are you here to help?"
"Then come on all of you, let me see the Zongheng brothers' combined attack skills."
"Tsk, you're still as crazy as you were back then."
Wei Zhuang teased coldly while drawing out the shark-tooth sword with a cold glow.
Gai Nie on the side also slowly drew out his wooden sword.
The storm is rising, the air is filled with murderous intent, and a war is about to break out.
In the distance, in front of the tea table, the emperor and the man in purple sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious and leisurely.
"Wu Anjun is still as protective as he was back then!"
"He's both filial and promising. I envy him."
"Well, Zhao Zhao has always been a good kid."
Ying Zheng looked at the child who stood up for him, and a soft ripple appeared in his eyes which were as cold as a pond.
Han Fei sighed lightly upon seeing this, and a rare hint of sophistication appeared on his cynical face.
"It's just that fate cannot be violated, and some fate cannot be forced..."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
The emperor's grip on the teacup gradually tightened, his eyes deep and vast, as if he wanted to control everything, even fate.
On the other side, the battle has reached a white-hot stage.
"Hundred-step flying sword——"
"Across all directions——"
"Combining forces—"
Two dragons, one white and one black, entangled together, fiercely attacking the young man in black robe with boundless sword intent and tremendous power.
Ying Zhao remained calm and slowly raised the iron sword that had been with him for many years.
His sword was very ordinary, and now that its edge had been reduced, it was not even as dazzling as Gai Nie's wooden sword.
But the moment he swung it out, the light became brighter, as if a vast ocean was stirring up huge waves, suppressing the black and white dragons to the bottom of the sea.
In fact, Ying Zhao did not like killing.
His sword was born to protect.
Protect your family, protect the people, and protect the Qin Dynasty.
But sometimes, offense is the best defense.
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