Ying Zheng held the book script handed by the eunuch in the morning.

Take a sip of warm water.

The weather is getting colder, warm water spreads into the throat, and white mist is scattered in the cup.

Han Fei wrote a letter.

Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly. Is this really the case for a country that is about to perish?

The book opened and made a scrolling sound.

It was not until Ying Zheng finished reading that he put together the books.

Han Fei could not convince Ying Zheng. Even so, he was still working hard for the empty and ethereal strategy of keeping Han.

He is an idealist, a master of the Legalists, but he is not considered a smart person.

It is not something a smart person would do to put everything into a goal that is almost impossible.

Perhaps Han Fei in real history is the same. As a stuttering person, he is hard to express himself, but he only wrote eloquent and magnificent articles based on his passion and talent, and only wanted to strengthen his motherland. He was incompetent in reform, strong enemies looked around and entered Qin alone in order to protect Han. He 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 a small window seemed to be able to cast a glimmer of light. The light hit the ground illuminated a square light.

The hay underneath was smelling like mold, and the air was cold.

The gorgeous clothes Han Fei was wearing were no longer turned into gray prison uniforms. But he was still so calm and chuckled.

The sound of opening the door came from the narrow passage of prison, followed by footsteps.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow path and became closer and closer.

A man stood there, and the sunlight pouring into the small window on the wall illuminated half of his body.

Holding a pot of wine and a wine glass in his hand.

Han Fei turned his head, looked at the man, stood up, and said with a full politeness: "Senior Brother."

Li Si looked at the man in prison. Although the person in front of him was wearing a prison uniform, he was still the handsome young man, and he was completely different from being in prison.

He smiled and shook his head: "You are like this everywhere."

He signaled to the prison guard, who nodded and opened the prison door.

The chain sounded lightly, and Li Si walked into the cell, sat cross-legged, and placed the wine glass and wine in his hand on the ground.

Han Fei also sat down and sat in front of Li Si.

The light from the small window illuminated the two of them.

At that time, they often did this, sitting and discussing learning.

Han Fei looked at Li Si with a smile, then looked at the wine pot in front of him. There was only one wine glass. He knew that Li Si was not here to drink with him this time, but to send him a ride.

Li Si didn't speak for a long time until he spoke, his voice a little low.

"Junior brother, have you already known your ambition?"

Han Fei smiled calmly: "The ambition to serve the country should be clear if you die."

Li Si nodded.

"Hello wine, I've searched all over Xianyang. This one should be the best."

As he said that, he picked up the wine pot and handed it to Han Fei.

"oh?"

Han Fei picked up the wine pot and said nostalgic: "Senior brother has never given me wine."

Li Si's drooping mouth curled up: "Drinking alcohol is a mess."

Han Fei shook his head: "Drinking alcohol to enlighten your heart."

As he said that, he looked at Li Si and smiled: "Have you heard of it from senior brother? 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, without saying anything, and finally picked up the wine glass in front of him and handed it to Han Fei.

Han Fei took the wine glass, the wine pot tilted, the wine flowed out, and the fragrance of the wine spread.

The sound of wine pouring sounds softly.

It's like injecting the life of the wine-injecting person into it.

He raised the wine glass, Han Fei delivered the wine glass to his mouth and drank it all in one go.

When the wine enters the throat, the taste is mixed with five flavors, and I can’t explain it clearly.

In the end, it became a blind spot, like bitterness and sorrow,

"What does it taste?" Li Si asked quietly.

Tears flowed in the corners of Han Fei's eyes.

It seems to be lonely and angry, it seems to be liberated.

“It’s bitter.”

He finally stopped laughing.

The sight in front of him was blurred, and he seemed to have seen something. The buildings in front of him stood tall, the voices were flowing, there was no wind and rain, and a prosperous scene.

He turned his head, followed the window, looked at the light of the day, and said loudly.

"It seems that I thought of a word."

Li Si turned his head along his gaze, and the light was dazzling, making him squint his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"That thousand-character text, maybe I can add one sentence." Han Fei's voice was in a daze, a little unclear.

"Jiuzhou Yuzhi, hundreds of counties and Qin dynasties..."

"I seem to see it..."

Han Fei looked at the silence of the world in front of him and said with a smile.

Li Si took a deep breath and nodded: "I will write this sentence for you."

As he said that, he stood up and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Li Si!"

Han Fei yelled behind him, using all his strength to echo in prison.

Li Si's figure paused at the door of the cell.

Han Fei looked at his back and saw a world worthy of instructing everything in his blurry eyes.

He said as much as he could.

"Don't forget what you said, it must be a prosperous era!"

"Yeah." Li Si replied lightly: "I remember."

"She, do what you say!"

Li Si's figure left, and in the narrow path of the prison, it was dark and light. Only square lights that penetrated through the windows of the cells on both sides fell on the ground, illuminating the figure walking in it again and again.

Han Fei had no strength anymore and leaned softly on the side of the prison.

His eyes stared at the shimmering light.

Life is a big dream, how happy it is to be drunk and not wake up forever?

"Happy."

Muttering, he opened his mouth and wanted to raise the wine pot in his hand.

The wine pot was not delivered to his mouth, but fell from his hands and fell to the ground, and the wine poured down.

The hand also fell down weakly.

Han Fei leaned silently in the prison, without closing his eyes, as if he was staring at something.

Han Fei entered Qin and said that the King of Qin would not attack Qin, and the plan would be worse. Han could be powerful and powerful, and he would not raise troops to subdue the weak country. If he did not exist, he would be worried about the world's fear of resisting Qin's invasion.

Li Si advised that Han Fei was seeking profits for Han, so he wanted to delay his troops and govern Han, and waited for Qin to attack the country and become weak, and then rise to Han again.

In October of the year, the King of Qin detained Han Fei and was sentenced to prison and was given a wine and died.

In the same year, South Korean general Ji Wuye died, and South Korea had a new general named Weizhuang.

It seemed that he felt a little cold, Gu Nan opened his eyes.

It was hazy in front of me, but it was already dawn.

The barracks were quiet. Before the barracks were built, the soldiers leaned against the fire to rest.

Turning his head and looking at him, Wang Jian sat there, sleeping heavily.

There seemed to be something on his shoulder, but when he turned his head, it was a cloak.

Gu Nan smiled faintly, stood up, held a spear, and looked at the sunlight rising between the mountains and forests in the distance and the sky.
Chapter completed!