In Ying Zheng's hand was the letter handed over by his servant in the morning. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
Take a sip of warm water.
The weather is getting colder, and the warm water pours into the throat to spread a sense of warmth, and the cup is filled with white mist.
Han Fei wrote a letter.
Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly. Is this really the case for a dying country
The letter was flipped open, and there was a sound of scrolling.
It wasn't until Ying Zheng finished reading that he closed the scroll.
It was impossible for Han Fei to convince Ying Zheng. Even so, he was still working hard for the illusory strategy of keeping Han alive.
He is an idealist and a master of legalists, but he is not a smart person.
It is not a smart person to do everything for a goal that is almost impossible to exist.
Perhaps the same is true for Han Fei in real history. As a stutterer, he has difficulty expressing himself, but he only writes eloquent and majestic essays with his enthusiasm and talent, and only wants to strengthen his motherland. . Incompetent in reform, powerful enemies looked around, and entered Qin alone in order to protect Han and survive. It should be just a persistent and even stupid person.
Ying Zheng ordered Han Fei to be detained and imprisoned.
The light in the prison was dim, and only one small window seemed to be able to cast a glimmer of light. The light casts a square light on the ground.
The dry grass beneath him smelled musty, and the air was cold.
The fancy clothes Han Fei was wearing were no longer worn, but gray prison uniforms. But he was still so calm and composed, with that chuckle.
There was the sound of the door opening in the narrow passage of the prison, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Footsteps echoed in the narrow passage, getting closer.
A person stood there, half of his body was illuminated by the sunlight from the small window on the wall.
He holds a jug of wine and a wine glass in his hand.
Han Fei turned his head, looked at the man, stood up, and said politely, "Brother."
Li Si looked at the man in the prison. Although the man in front of him was wearing a prison uniform, he was still the handsome young man, and he didn't seem to be in a prison at all.
He smiled and shook his head: "You look like this everywhere."
He motioned to the jailer, who nodded and opened the cell door.
The chain slammed lightly, and Li Si walked into the cell, sat down cross-legged, and put the wine glass and wine in his hand on the ground.
Han Fei also sat down, sitting in front of Li Si.
The light from the small window illuminated the profiles of the two of them.
At that time, they were often like this, sitting and talking about learning.
Han Fei looked at Li Si with a smile, and then looked at the jug in front of him with a smile. There was only one wine glass. He knew that Li Si didn't come to drink with him this time, but to see him off.
Li Si didn't speak for a long time, until he spoke, his voice was a little low.
"Junior Brother, have you already made your will clear?"
Han Fei smiled calmly: "The ambition to serve the country should be manifested by death."
Li Si nodded.
"Hello wine, I have searched all over Xianyang, and this one should be the best."
As he spoke, he picked up the jug and handed it to Han Fei.
"Oh?"
Han Fei picked up the jug, and said as if nostalgic: "Senior brother still never gave me wine."
The corners of Li Si's drooping mouth twitched: "Drinking makes you lose your mind."
Han Fei shook his head: "Drink to brighten your heart."
As he spoke, he looked at Li Si and smiled: "Brother, have you heard of it? Some people say that a person's last glass of wine will be the taste of his life."
"I'm curious, what mine will taste like."
Li Si was stunned for a long time, didn't say anything, and finally just picked up the wine glass in front of him and handed it to Han Fei.
Han Fei took the wine glass, tilted the jug, the wine flowed out, and the aroma of the wine overflowed.
The sound of pouring wine is soft.
It's like injecting the life of the person who pours the wine into it.
Raising the wine glass, Han Fei brought the glass to his mouth and drank it down.
The wine enters the throat, but the taste is a mixture of five flavors, which is hard to explain.
In the end, it became a taste, like a bitter heart,
"What's the smell?" Li Si asked quietly.
Tears flowed from the corners of Han Fei's eyes.
It seems to be lonely and angry, and it seems to be relieved.
"bitter."
He finally stopped laughing.
The vision in front of him was blurred, he seemed to see something, the tall building in front of him, the sound of people flowing, there was no wind and rain, it was a scene of prosperity.
He turned his head, followed the window, looked at the light of the day, and said aloud.
"I seem to have thought of something."
Li Si followed his gaze and turned his head to look. The glare made him squint his eyes: "A word of what?"
"The thousand-character essay, maybe I can add a sentence." Han Fei's voice was in a trance, a little unclear.
"Kyushu Yuji, Hundred Counties Qin Merge"
"I think I saw it"
Han Fei looked at the vain world in front of him and said with a smile.
Li Si took a deep breath and nodded, "I'll write this sentence for you."
With that said, he stood up and turned around to leave.
"Leece!"
Han Fei roared behind him, exhausting all his strength, echoing in the prison.
Li Si's figure paused at the door of the cell.
Han Fei looked at his back, and what he saw in his blurry eyes was a world worth entrusting everything to.
He said as best he could.
"Don't forget what you said, it must be, it's a prosperous age!"
"En." Li Si responded lightly: "I remember."
"Si, do what you say!"
Li Si's figure left, and there was no light in the narrow passage of the prison, only the squares of light from the windows of the cells on both sides fell on the ground, illuminating the figure walking in it time and time again.
Han Fei no longer had the strength to lean against the side of the prison.
His eyes stared blankly at the faint light.
Life is a big dream, isn't it fun to stay drunk and not wake up
"Happy."
Muttering, he opened his mouth, wanting to raise the flagon in his hand.
The flagon was not brought to his mouth, fell from his hands, and fell to the ground, the wine poured out.
The hand also fell helplessly.
Han Fei leaned against the prison silently, without closing his eyes, as if he was staring at something.
When Han Fei entered Qin, he said that the king of Qin hoped that Qin would keep Han and would not attack. In terms of benefits, Han Fei could subdue the people, but he would not fight to subdue weak countries, and if he did not survive, he would fear the world and fight Qin's invasion together.
Li Si remonstrated that Han Fei was trying to seek Han's profit, and ruled Han in order to slow down his troops. When Qin attacked all the countries and weakened, he rose again and established Han.
In October of the year, the king of Qin imprisoned Han Fei and gave him wine to die.
In the same year, South Korean general Ji Wuye died, and South Korea had a new general named Wei Zhuang.
Seemingly feeling a little cold, Gu Nan opened his eyes.
It was hazy in front of my eyes, but it was already dawn.
It was quiet in the barracks, and the soldiers rested by the fire before the barracks were set up.
Turning his head to look at the side, Wang Jian was sitting there, sleeping deeply.
There seemed to be something hanging on his shoulders, but when he looked sideways, it was a cloak.
Gu Nan smiled lightly, stood up, hugged the spear, and watched the sun rise between the mountains and the sky in the distance.
Well, the next chapter will still be later, and I haven't finished writing it yet, ahem.