mtl008 Chapter 160 seems to be someone who can wield a pen.
Chapter 160 seems to be someone who can wield a pen.
Ying Jing was unaware that Lady Mingzhu had already designated Jing Ni as a hypothetical enemy and was diligently searching for "allies and comrades" for herself.
He was in the study of the post station, with an antique bronze box on the desk in front of him.
"Everything that needs to be done lately seems to be going exceptionally smoothly, and even Bai Yifei and Ji Wuye have already chosen sides..."
Ying Jing had not originally planned to be in such a hurry. The construction of the Zheng Guo Canal would take some time, and he intended to stay in Korea for a while longer and proceed gradually.
But with that day's "debate," many things have changed.
It seems that there is an invisible force at work that makes his tasks increasingly easier to accomplish.
"Does Mr. Gongsun know anything about the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon?"
Ying Jing shifted his gaze from the bronze box to the old man at the table and the two young girls.
Gongsun Long, Gongsun Linglong, Gongsun Li.
Gongsun Long shook his head and murmured, "Hehe, I am no match for even a young girl from the Yin Yang School, how dare I pursue the secrets of the Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon."
Gongsun Long was quite self-aware.
There is a great difference between the two "zi" (子), and Xunzi (荀夫子) was much better than him.
The Azure Dragon Seven Mansions is not something a minor master like him can covet.
Ying Jing knew that an old-fashioned person like Gongsun Long should know some things, but not much, so he didn't press further.
Rather than seeking answers from Gongsun Long, it would be better to place our hopes on Feiyan.
"So, Mr. Gongsun, what brings you to visit me today?"
As Ying Jing spoke, his gaze swept over the two girls behind Gongsun Long.
Gongsun Linglong was not wearing a mask or applying makeup, which made her look much more pleasing to the eye, and her figure was also quite plump and full.
On the other hand, Gongsun Li was completely different. Her skin was fair and glowing, and her waist was slender and graceful, like a willow swaying in the breeze.
Perhaps because he was demoralized by Ying Jing's "calling a horse a deer" in the last debate, Gongsun Long's corrupt aura has become even stronger.
He seemed as if he could die at any moment.
At such a moment, Gongsun Long's visit to Ying Jing with his two descendants was certainly not a futile effort.
"I've heard that Lord Changxin is a man of great capacity, having gathered some medical traditions within his fiefdom, and that novelists, Mohists, Confucians, and other schools of thought are also vying for influence. I wonder if he would be willing to add even more brilliance to this cause..."
Gongsun Long phrased it tactfully, but his meaning was very clear.
Famous scholars also wanted to join Lord Changxin's ranks.
Gongsun Long is quite famous, but even now, the famous schools can only be considered small sects.
After his death, it's hard to say whether Gongsun Linglong and Gongsun Liruo, two women alone, can effectively lead the Ming family.
Let alone carrying forward the legacy of famous masters, even passing it down might be difficult.
With little time left, Gongsun Long had to make some arrangements for his descendants.
In the current situation, the world is about to fall into chaos, but only the Qin state can remain as stable as Mount Tai. Lord Changxin holds a high position and great power in the Qin state, making him an undoubtedly suitable choice.
But Ying Jing's expression remained calm.
"Mr. Gongsun, what can you give me?"
For Ying Jing, a master of empty talk was of little significance.
If Gongsun Long were still alive, he could still be considered a master. But once he died, what use would the Ming family be?
Gongsun Long adopted a humble attitude and said with a smile, "I have also read Lord Changxin's Hanoi report. Perhaps a renowned scholar can play a role."
Being good with words doesn't preclude being good with words.
Ying Jing glanced at Gongsun Li behind him. She was indeed very beautiful, with slender, fair, and delicate hands, like someone who could wield a pen.