Han Wang sat in the small pavilion and pretended to sleep, outside the small pavilion, the pianist's fingers gently fluctuated the strings in front of him, and the sound of the piano disturbed around the beam, as if it was swaying gently in the wind.

In the pond next to the pavilion, fish swim in the water, causing waves on the surface of the water, disturbing the peaceful waves.

The gentle breeze was thin, rolling the corners of King Han's clothes, and everything seemed to be leisurely and peaceful.

A person walked in from outside the courtyard, and the palace guards did not stop him, obviously with the consent of King Han.

As the man walked in, the sound of the luthier stopped, and the courtyard fell silent.

"Don't stop, keep going." King Han's voice came.

The luthier nodded in panic and continued to play with his hands on the instrument.

King Han didn't seem to be as calm as he seemed on the surface, the bamboo slip in his hand shook irregularly, and he could see the impatience in his heart, and the sound of the piano couldn't be calm.

The man who walked in stood in front of the pavilion and half-knelt down, his hands in front of him, and a scroll of texts was placed on it.

"King, Zhao Guo's military situation."

"Hmm." The bamboo slip in King Han's hand stopped shaking, stopped, put the bamboo slip on the table and stretched out a hand.

"Bring it in."

The half-kneeling man bowed and got up, walked to King Han with his head down, put Wen Jian in King Han's hand, and then took a few steps back, kneeling there and no longer speaking.

The sound of the piano shook lightly, and King Han took the text and slowly spread it out.

Quietly reading the words on the bamboo slips, King Han let out a wry smile.

It should be a wry smile, or a well-deserved laugh.

He should have guessed the outcome, but it wasn't what he wanted.

Yan joined forces with Qin, raised troops to attack Zhao, and formed a siege, and Zhao had no chance of winning.

It's just the first army of the Qin State, even if South Korea unites with the Zhao State, it is difficult to have the strength to fight, not to mention the Yan State.

After all, South Korea is only the last of the Seven Kingdoms, but it is the center of the world.

With no military strength in his hands, in the end he can only be at the mercy of others, and he dares to be angry and dare not speak.

"The King?" The half-kneeling man raised his head and asked tentatively, "King, what should I do?" ”

He should be a close confidant of King Han, although he has one more mouth, but King Han is not angry.

He just sat on the shore of his table dejectedly, listening to the sound of the piano and the waves of the water.

If you can't do it, what else can you do?

King Han finally made a decision, he wanted to protect South Korea, and there was only one way to choose.

"Go."

He picked up a bamboo slip on the table and handed it out.

He had already prepared two copies of the text for returning to Qin.

In today's situation, it seems that the other one is no longer needed.

"Give this text to the envoy of the Qin State."

"By the way, bring my spear, and when I heard that the leader of the battle was using the spear, I will give him the spear, so that he can take care of Han in front of King Qin."

After Han Wang said this, as if he couldn't say anything anymore, he held the table with one hand, and his face was pale.

The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and retreated.

Before the sound of the piano stopped, King Han's body leaned lightly there, and he raised his head tiredly.

Outside the pavilion, the clouds are endless.

Korea.

King Han squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth, and Jin Han said that it was already just a joke.

Even if he compromises with Qin this time, there are still a few years left for South Korea?

He knows that he has no talent and no virtue, but if he let the country of this ancestor and his hands be overturned, and let the Korean people be displaced from his hands again, what face will he have to call himself the king of Han.

He has no ability to achieve great things, but he knows at least one thing, as a king, he bears the weight of a country.

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"South Korea's Hui Jane?" Gu Nan took the bamboo slip from the sudden guest.

"Also." The visitor nodded, waved behind him, and two guards came in carrying a long box.

"King Han heard that Mr. is good at using spears, but there is no sharp weapon in his hands, so he specially sent this spear to Mr. Yu, and asked Mr. to take care of it in front of King Qin."

Gu Nan's eyes fell on the box and replied lightly: "I know, South Korea treats me as a courtesy, and I will report it truthfully." As for this spear, forget it. ”

"King Han said that this spear is not a gift from South Korea to show his courtesy to the nobles, but it is also written in the reply, not a private gift, please don't worry, sir."

"In the future, Korea will send another envoy to Daqin to send a national gift to the king of Qin."

Gu Nan was silent for a while: "Okay, let's leave it here." ”

"That's it, Mr. Xie."

The man bowed and departed with his men.

Gu Nan didn't read King Han's letter, this is the book of the king, she had better not read it indiscriminately.

As for the content written in it, judging from King Han's attitude, it is estimated that he can also know what it is.

A spear was also specially delivered.

I heard that the Korean smelting technology during the Warring States period was very advanced, and it sat on the world-famous Yiyang Iron Mountain, and there were iron weapons.

I don't know if it's true.

Gu Nan walked to the box, leaned down and opened the wooden box, the lid of the box was lifted, and a cold air came out.

A bright silver Mori cold spear lay in it, divided into three sections, which needed to be joined together to form a spear.

However, the whole body is forged from fine iron, and it should be too difficult to forge a spear directly with fine iron, so it is divided into three sections. But even so, a spear made of copper and iron is rare in the world.

The carved pattern is simple, the spearhead blade is thick but still sharp, atmospheric but beautiful.

Holding the spear together in his hand, it was more than two meters long, which was shorter for Gu Nan, who was used to using foot spears.

But the weight is a little heavier, and it is just right to hold in your hand.

King Han is really well-intentioned.

Gu Nan shook his head, took the spear apart and put it back in the box and closed it.

When the national gift is given to the envoy, how should the envoy deal with himself?

Turn it in when you turn it in.

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Zilanxuan, Wei Zhuang sat at his desk, and there was the delicate wooden box on the table.

Han Fei sat there in front of him, casually holding the wine jug in his hand and drinking wine.

Suddenly, he grinned and smiled at Wei Zhuang with the flask.

"The matter of military salaries has already come to fruition, and today I asked Brother Zhuang to go to the General's Mansion with me, and I asked Brother Zhuang to watch a good show."

"Hmm." Wei Zhuang glanced at him and nodded, picked up the wooden box in front of him and prepared to put it back in its place.

Han Fei looked at the wooden box curiously and asked, "I often see Brother Zhuang staring at this wooden box in a daze, what is in this wooden box?" ”

"You don't have to know."

Wei Zhuang replied, placing the wooden box in front of the strange sword.

"Looking at the length and narrowness of the wooden box, it looks like a sword." Han Fei smiled, his eyes fell on the strange sword next to the wooden box: "But Brother Wei Zhuang already has such a sharp weapon, why bother to be so concerned about another sword?" ”

"Could it be that this is a gift from the deceased?"

"Say a few words less, and you won't die." Wei Zhuang calmly turned around and sat back in front of Han Fei.

"Haha, what you don't know in this world always makes people itch, doesn't it?"

Wei Zhuang raised his eyes and approved Han Fei's words: "That's true. ”