People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

It suddenly made her feel a little short of breath, as if she were sick, and she felt a little uneasy.

Cao Ze had to admit that those who had cultivated were indeed different from those who hadn't.

If it were an ordinary woman, he wouldn't be this direct.

Even with the help of clove oil, it would probably still lead to an accident.

However, his giant salamander was only slightly unaccustomed to it.

He's incredibly talented!

Cao Ze launched a deep-sea fishing operation, spearing giant salamanders.

In no time, a delicious dish was prepared.

Jingni twitched her nostrils slightly; she was all too familiar with this scent.

It's finally over...

Jingni let out a long breath.

Cao Ze placed the key in front of Jing Ni and said with a grin, "It's freshly made, want to try some?"

Jing Ni's pretty face, which had been glowing red and hot, suddenly turned cold.

"Haven't you made enough of a scene yet?"

Cao Ze gave an embarrassed smile and stopped pushing Jing Ni to her limits.

Tonight we've taken a big step forward.

If Jingni continues to use foul language...

It seems that for a long time to come, he will have to face the giant salamander who keeps his mouth shut and keeps all doors closed to him.

Unlocking tasks takes time.

He also wanted Jingni to taste his two large glutinous rice balls herself.

Cao Ze began to work on Jing Ni's mental preparation.

Since Jingni has taken another chance, we still need to consider the woman's feelings so that things will be better tomorrow.

While Cao Ze and Jing Ni were exchanging sweet nothings and gossiping.

While taking a short break in South Korea, Yingge received a piece of information that shocked her.

The renowned intelligence chief of the Luo Wang organization met his end in Handan.

For others, it might not seem like a big deal, but for Yingge, it means something completely different.

Thinking of Cao Ze's words that day, Yingge subconsciously touched the back of her head, feeling a surge of annoyance.

With a few leaps, Yingge arrived at the general's mansion.

Ji Wuye was listening to Emerald Tiger give an account.

Seeing Yingge enter, he asked, "What is it?"

"Reporting to the general, Shen Leping of the Luo Wang organization has died in Handan."

Ji Wuye sneered, "Death is nothing to regret. Who has the He Shi Bi jade now?"

Daring to bribe Gongliang Wuqi, whom he sent to the State of Zhao, was a challenge to his bottom line.

Yingge said, "No news has come out yet."

Ji Wuye waved his hand, "If there's no news, then so be it. It's just a piece of broken jade. Go to Qin and keep an eye on intelligence there."

If Bai Yifei hadn't insisted on investigating, he wouldn't have sent Yingge to do it at all.

The Bai family's power in Korea was almost second only to the Han family, even surpassing the Zhang family.

He had a vague feeling that Bai Yifei seemed to have some ulterior motives, making it hard for him not to be wary.

Yingge put her straw hat back on, covering her fair and flawless face, and left the general's mansion with agile movements.

After Yingge left, the fat Jade Tiger slowly said, "General, these days, it seems that the Marquis intends to recruit Yingge to his service."

Ji Wuye said coldly, "The night has only one master, and that master is me!"

Jade Tiger smiled: "General, you are wise."

The spacious hall echoed with Ji Wuye's arrogant laughter, while Emerald Tiger gazed wistfully out the window.

What he didn't say was that the Marquis in Blood Robes had also approached him, though only hinted at it. But he already knew that the Marquis in Blood Robes and Ji Wuye were outwardly friendly but inwardly at odds.

As a dog promoted by Ji Wuye, he had no choice but to be loyal to Ji Wuye, unless... he died.

Cao Ze woke up refreshed in the early morning.

Jingni had already left to feed Xiaoyan'er.

He enjoyed a rare, peaceful morning.

Empress Chang needed to recuperate due to kidney deficiency, which gave him a few days of free time. He didn't have to fool Zhao Qian or send ammunition to his mother, Empress Chang.

How fortunate I am! Let me sing to express my aspirations!

Cao Ze hummed a little tune as he went to the Hundred Schools Forum in the east of the city.

Because there were too many choices, and the times were different, a lot of things needed to be edited, so he didn't know what to bring to the Hundred Schools Forum to make a name for himself.

Although most of the schools of thought today are pragmatic, they will all offer their opinions on current affairs and share their insights with the rulers on how to govern better.

However, he cannot establish a government right away, since those who can criticize so widely among the nobility are generally recognized as having profound expertise in a certain field.

No one will take the words of an ordinary person to heart.

Just like his "On the Six States," it was nothing more than giving people more topics to talk about after dinner, criticizing the six states as utter garbage, saying that even if they were all put together, they couldn't defeat the Qin state, and simply venting their emotions.

Even with the support of the Three Character Classic and the Thousand Character Classic, it only had a good reputation among Confucian scholars.

But from the perspective of other schools of thought, especially military strategists and diplomats, he was simply neglecting his proper duties.

After arriving at the Lecture Room, Cao Ze was surprised to find that things were somewhat different from before.

On a stone platform about 30 feet in circumference and 70 to 80 square meters, there were twelve single wooden tables.

On each wooden table are the Four Treasures of the Study (writing brush, ink stick, inkstone, and paper) and a wooden plaque.

Gongsun Long was sitting upright beside the wooden table of the master, preparing to burn incense and straighten his clothes.

Besides these, there were usually people sitting upright next to the other wooden tables.

Out of curiosity, Cao Ze asked a girl dressed in typical Yin-Yang School attire.

"How did this place change?"

The girl from the Yin-Yang School recognized Cao Ze and asked excitedly, "Is this Mr. Cao Ze?"

Cao Ze smiled. "That's right, it's me. May I speak now?"

Having some fame is good; it's very convenient to ask questions.

The girl said, "These are the rules of the Hundred Schools Forum."

"Whenever the leaders of the Hundred Schools of Thought arrive here, the platform will be set up with the wooden tables of the Hundred Schools, and representatives of the Hundred Schools in Handan will be invited to the platform to discuss the Dao with the leaders of the Hundred Schools of Thought."

"It usually lasts for more than a month."

Cao Ze understood that Gongsun Long, as the current head of the School of Names, was still one of the influential schools of thought among the Hundred Schools of Thought, even if the School of Names was not particularly strong.

"I still don't know your name?"

"My name is Bai."

"Oh……"

Cao Ze didn't think much of it until another member of the Yin-Yang School came over and asked, "Elder, are you still going up?"

Bai said somewhat embarrassedly, "Mr. Cao Ze, I'll be going now."

Even if Cao Ze was slow to react, he understood at this moment.

This graceful and beautiful girl is actually the current elder of the Yin-Yang School.

"Bai... could she be the former Lesser Master of Fate of the Yin-Yang School—the Black and White Sisters?"

Cao Ze thought to himself for a moment.

The twelve wooden tables, which were empty except for the novelist, were now all occupied.

Cao Ze hesitated for a moment, realizing that he would have to stop using the Hundred Schools Forum for a month.

He decisively stepped forward, ascended the podium, and sat beside the wooden table engraved with the novelist's nameplate.

Anyway, novelists are scarce these days, there are hardly any in the seven kingdoms combined, so they have virtually no influence. It doesn't matter if he sits there alone.

But his action immediately caused a commotion at the scene.

Chapter 88 Journey to the West: The Legend of the Exorcist

"No! Isn't Cao Ze a descendant of military strategists? What does it mean for him to be sitting next to a novelist?"

"Nonsense, what else could it mean? It's just reserving seats!"

One of the disciples from the Hundred Schools cried out in despair, "Damn it! How could I not have thought of that!"

"What are you thinking? Do you want to become a traitor to the Mohist school?"

"Wait a minute, has Cao Ze ever written any novels or books?"

"Who knows? The last novelist who lectured on the Hundred Schools Forum is already dead."

"Is that the novelist who said the leader of the Yin-Yang School was a coat hanger?"

"Be careful what you say, be careful what you say, hahaha..."

The atmosphere among the disciples of the Hundred Schools Forum was filled with joy, except for the Yin-Yang School.

……

Cao Ze was unaware that the seats on the Hundred Schools Forum were not to be taken lightly.

If he sits down, it basically means that he must have achieved recognized results in this area.