Tonight, Weizhuang and Bai Feng have to go to an old master's mansion, so they left first.

Leaving Gu Nan and the woman named Chi Lian were left in the room.

The musician sat in a corner of the room and played, Gu Nan drank by himself, she didn't speak, and Chi Lian did not.

But Chi Lian kept looking at her, as if she was guarding against something.

There were only waves of silk strings left in the room. After drinking the wine, Gu Nan took out two bamboo slips from his bag and picked up the pen to write something.

Chi Lian's face moved and his eyes looked at the bamboo slips written by Gu Nan. However, he saw that the Qin seal script of Qin in it should be written on it, but there was only the words on it but there was no arrangement and it could not be written.

The other bamboo slips are written on another type of text, which looks like Qin Zhuan, but it is much simpler. Some characters cannot be recognized, but some characters are generally similar. After comparison, Chi Lian found that Gu Nan seemed to be simplifying and modifying Qin Zhuan and then writing them on another bamboo slip.

Ling Xing wrote the same article. This is something Li Si said to her last time, saying that she wanted to ask her to walk together.

Among the six countries, there are their own characters and local dialects. The characters are different, and the words are different, and the movements are difficult to pass on and control.

As he thought of this form, he was still excited for a long time when he found Gu Nan and told all the benefits of this article.

The scholar was already old but still looked like a young man. I don’t know where he got so much energy.

However, Gu Nan did not expect that he had the plan to Xing Tongwen so early. He wanted to wait until the matter of appeaseing the people of the six countries was over and then mentioned it to him, but he raised it himself.

I heard that he still asked a few people to compile them together, but Gu Nan did not ask more questions, and Li Si gave her a few boxes of simple scrolls. It would be enough to complete these simple scrolls to kill her half her life.

She didn't know how to write the Qin seal script in her previous life, but it was not that difficult to simplify the Qin seal script in her later life after she learned the words in later life.

However, she didn't understand why she came to her. Not to mention that she didn't know much about calligraphy. When she was learning calligraphy, Bai Qi often said that her calligraphy was like a dog crawling. And she should have been a military officer no matter how she said that this matter shouldn't be counted on her.

I guess I was dragged into the water by the scholar again.

Gu Nan shook his head in secret hatred.

The room was particularly quiet. Chi Lian couldn't understand what Gu Nan was doing, so he sat there for about a few hours.

Gu Nan raised his head from the table case. It was already late at night, and even the musicians beside him had retreated.

I added some lamp oil to the oil lamp, but I heard a slight sleepy sound from my ears, and turned my head to look.

The woman named Chi Lian was sleeping soundly leaning against the window.

Gu Nan looked at the person by the window for a while, raised his eyebrows and put down the pen in his hand.

Xiaozhuang is really the same as before and can't take care of others at all.

Thinking of it, he walked to the window and hugged the woman who was sitting by the window. It was surprisingly light and placed her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Gu Nan shook his head and sat back to the table and wrote a book.

The woman lying on the bed opened her eyes slightly, and she had woken up from when Gu Nan got up.

Looking at the white-robed figure under the light, the lights were slightly yellow, making the man's armor look cold.

Her hands loosened the scale whip around her waist and closed her eyes again.

This person is not as fierce as the rumored one.

"General Wei, are you planning to rebel?"

There was a little panic in his voice. A young man in his twenties sat in the hall and looked around and confirmed that there was no one. Then he looked at the person in front of him and whispered.

He is Han Cheng, the last Korean relative of King An of Han, the last Korean clan in Xinzheng.

Wei Zhuang sat in front of him, and Bai Feng stood aside.

Looking at Han Chengweizhuang, he nodded: "Yes, young master."

Han Cheng pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and looked at his left and right, frowned, and asked timidly.

"Are the general confident?"

"Young Master, there are still several old Korean ministers now, and each of them can gather thousands of guests. There are more than 10,000 Korean soldiers outside." Wei Zhuang said lightly.

"Now in the new policy, the Qin army is only 20,000. Gongzi Shu summoned the remaining troops to unite the old ministers, and responded internally and externally to break through Xinzheng. When summoning old ministers from all over the country, the prince felt how confident?"

Han Cheng sat in his seat and hesitated. The glimmer of the oil lamp swayed, illuminating his face light and dark.

Finally he sighed and sat down on the couch dejectedly.

"General Wei, so what if he succeeds? Even if all the old ministers of Han summoned them, they could not stop the Qin army at all."

"Young Master." Wei Zhuang's voice broke: "What if all countries are rising?"

Han Cheng's face was uncertain: "Everyone, all countries are rising?"

"If the young master becomes a powerful force, he can naturally call on the remnants of various countries to resist Qin. At that time, countless people in the world may resist Qin?"

There was a silence in the hall, and Han Cheng sat in his seat, holding his hand.

He is cowardly by nature. He still remembers it vividly until his brother fell to the city and died. He even often finds sleeping due to nightmares at night.

When he was young, because of his last brother, the king often took care of him. He still remembered what he said to him when he ascended the throne, being a king, a country and a people.

Brother Wang died for South Korea, but South Korea is no longer there.

For the country and the people.

"General Wei." Han Cheng stared at Wei Zhuang, his eyes were often cowardly and his lips were a little white.

The voice is not heavy, but it says word by word: "This momentum can be done."

Wei Zhuang walked slowly in the corridor with almost no sound. Although his light body technique was not worse than his sword technique. Even when he was in normal times, he rarely made sounds.

When he walked to a door, Weizhuang stood at the door for a while, and finally pushed the door open and walked in.

There was no light outside, and the oil lamp was lit in the room, Chi Lian was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

The man in white robe was still sitting by the desk and writing something.

As if he felt the sound behind him, Gu Nan turned around and saw Weizhuang standing by the door.

He glanced at the woman sleeping on the bed, smiled and said in a low voice.

"Xiaozhuang, you are back."

"Yes." Wei Zhuang walked behind Gu Nan.

The windows are open, and the wind is a bit cold at night.

Gu Nan looked down at the book on the table, and he planned to write this all today.

He put down his pen and stood up, stretched his body, walked to the railing: "What's wrong?"

"Han Qincheng has made a decision."

"Yeah."

The two of them didn't speak for a while.

A sound came from behind Gu Nan, but a wide robe was placed on her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Gu Nan glanced at Weizhuang in confusion.

Wei Zhuang looked into the distance and said stiffly: "It's a bit cold at night."

Looking at the clothes draped over his shoulders, Gu Nan smiled and shook his head, but he and Xiao Nie had grown up too.
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