Yan Kingdom, half a moon later, in an elegant courtyard.

The early morning sun sprinkled a little gold, the whole yard gradually brightened, the traces of the night were dispelled a little bit, the light became the main theme here again, a few withered yellow sycamores stood alone in the yard, a few withered petals on the ground fluttered in the early morning wind, the stars were dotted, crystal clear, some small and exquisite morning dew is a unique beauty under the morning sun, in the morning light, the original flawless crystal, but was softly rendered into a faint gold, just hanging on the only few yellow leaves on the sycamore branches, There seems to be a faint figure in it.

Yan Hong sat alone in the courtyard, there was a pot of wine on the stone table in front of him, but under the wine bottle was a roll of snow-white paper, a little ink and a trace of wine mixed together, the handwriting on the paper was already a little blurred, but there were two words in the exposed corner that were clearly visible - big victory!

Yes, it was a big victory, all the way to the rush, all the way to the tiredness, almost made Yan Hong forget that there was still a bloody battlefield going on in the distance, when the dust settled, this piece of snow-white paper came to his eyes, he remembered again that in the distant land of Jingchu, there was a cruel war that had come to an end.

Victory! Yes, Xiang Yan won, Chu State won, and their opponent Li Xin, the chief general of the Qin army, committed suicide to apologize, although such an ending was expected, but at first glance it still feels a little regretful, different people have the same fate, Zhao Kuo of Zhao State back then, Li Xin of Qin State today, Bai Qi of Qin State back then, Xiang Yan of Chu State today.

History always has a striking similarity, but the difference is that the Zhao State lost 400,000 people and has been in a state of collapse ever since; The Qin State lost 200,000 yuan, but it did not wear down the fighting spirit of the Great Qin Iron Cavalry, but ignited their hatred, this is the difference between countries, this is the difference between monarchs.

When Li Xin's head was brought back by Meng Wu, the most important thing Ying Zheng did was to condescend to Wang Qian's house and invite this marshal of Qin to fight a hundred battles. This is strength, this is prestige!

With such a strong prestige, even Qin Wang Yingzheng has to be afraid of three points, so he has the intention of deliberately supporting Li Xin to take the throne this time, but it is unceremonious to say that if Li Xin returns victoriously this time, then the Wang family will be completely hollowed out, although it is not enough to kill Wang Jian like he killed Bai Qi back then, but it is certain that the Wang family will be cut off from military power!

However, there will never be ifs in history, and the bloodiness and cruelty of the war will not be left to chance, Li Xin was defeated, and almost completely defeated, of the 200,000 troops, less than 20,000 were able to return to Xianyang safely, not even a tenth of them, which also included some of the disabled soldiers who lost their combat effectiveness forever.

What did King Yingzheng of Qin feel in his heart, no one knew at this moment, the only thing he saw was that King Qin was speechless for a long time, and then the deputy general Meng Wu was dismissed and retained, and three days later, he drove to Wang Qian's mansion, during which the pair of monarchs and ministers for decades sat opposite each other for a day and a night, but no one knew about the conversation during the period!

But it was under the shroud of such a layer of fog that the next day King Qin left with a smile on his face, and an edict issued was that the whole army would rest for a year, and the next year it would attack the Chu State again, and the world would be decided by a war!

No one has questioned Ying Zheng's decision, and no one will doubt his determination, the only thing that can be sure of the commander of the Qin State in the coming year will be the veteran of a hundred battles who is over sixty years old, the generation of the god of war of the Qin State - Wang Qian!

A gust of morning breeze blew, but Yan Hong was smart, his body trembled uncontrollably, and when he looked closely, his eyes were slightly red, but his face was slightly pale, obviously he had not slept all night.

Looking at the sky slowly, looking at the rising sun, an indescribable melancholy rose in his heart, "It's over - this time next year, there will be no more Chu country in this world, hehe." Then it will be the turn of the Yan Kingdom, this rotten Yan Kingdom! ”

I poured a sip of wine, but I was choked with a cough, "Ahem, this decaying Yan Kingdom, only after experiencing the baptism of blood, will it be reborn, and it is the Yan Kingdom I want!" ”

Inadvertently, a trace of unspeakable bitter smile swayed on his lips, and I don't know how many white bones will be buried under the dark military flag.

――Stinging――

In the silence, there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air, which seemed extremely abrupt, Yan Hong still tasted the wine by himself, and seemed to be unconcerned, but a figure in white clothes appeared in front of him, the white robe looked extremely pure, and the only characteristic thing was the lilac feather embroidered on the chest, without a trace of Zhuang [Flying Feather Communication].

"Childe Qi, the letter of the envoy (Hongyu) is here, please read it!" The letter was presented, confirming that it was Hongyu's own handwriting, and with a flip of his palm, the letter had turned into powder, and the content of the letter was already clear to his chest.

"Well, is there anything else?" Seeing that the message had arrived, and this Flying Feather member had not yet left, Yan Hong asked again.

"If you go back to Gongzi, your subordinates will also get the news that fifteen days later, Xue Ji will perform in the Concubine Snow Pavilion, and Yan Chunjun will come in person, and ............"

He was only halfway through his words, but he stopped, which had never appeared before, and it was also something that Yan Hong did not allow.

"What is the matter, what kind of system, there is something to say!"

"Eh-Qi Gongzi, Yan Chunjun has been coveting the Snow Maiden for a long time in recent years, and it must be unfavorable to the Snow Maiden!"

――Dada――

"Huh? - Got it, step down. ”

It was just a simple sentence, Yan Hong's originally calm heart, but there was a trace of anger, waved his hand, let the person of [Feiyu] stand back, and slowly stood up, the wine bottle was already empty, and it was gently discounted and swirled on the table, which seemed to show that Yan Hong's mood was also like this empty bottle, seven up and eight down, but there was always a little empty inside.

"Ah Xue-" murmured softly, the eyes were radiant and restrained, almost empty, and the decisiveness in the past was completely gone, these simple two words, at this moment, Yi Yanhong didn't know how to face it, the face in his memory was still so moving, and with the cycle of thoughts, it became clearer and clearer.

"Yan Chunjun, since you yourself have a long life, then it's no wonder to me!"

Abandoning the chaotic feelings, his eyes turned to the direction of Yan Chunjun's mansion, the murderous intent loomed in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked so cold and evil!