Ying Zheng held the book handed by the chamberlain in the morning.

Took a sip of warm water.

The weather is getting colder, and the warm water is spreading warmth from the throat, and the white mist is scattered in the cup.

Han Fei wrote the book.

Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly, for the sake of a dying country, is it really like this?

The book was opened, and there was a rolling sound.

It wasn't until Ying Zheng finished reading it that he closed the scroll.

It is impossible for Han Fei to convince Ying Zheng, even so, he is still working hard for the ethereal strategy of saving Han.

He was an idealist, a master of law, but he was not a smart man.

Doing anything for a goal that is almost impossible is not something that a smart person would do.

Maybe the real history of Han Fei is the same, as a stuttering person, it is difficult for him to express, but he only relies on his enthusiasm and talent, and writes eloquent and majestic essays, just wanting to strengthen his motherland. The law was incompetent, the strong enemy looked around, and entered Qin alone in order to protect Han and survive. It's just a stubborn and stupid person.

Ying Zheng ordered Han Fei to be imprisoned.

The prison was dimly lit, with only a small window that seemed to cast a glimmer of light. The light cast on the ground illuminated a square light.

The hay beneath him smelled moldy, and the air was cold.

The gorgeous clothes worn by Han Fei are no longer there, and have become gray prison uniforms. But he was still so calm, with that chuckle.

The sound of the door opening in the narrow passage of the prison was followed by footsteps.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow passage, getting closer and closer.

A man stood there, half of his body illuminated by the sunlight that poured in from the small window in the wall.

Holding a jug of wine in his hand, a wine glass.

Han Fei turned his head, looked at the man, stood up, and saluted: "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 son, and he didn't look like he was in prison at all.

Smiled and shook his head: "You look like this everywhere." ”

He motioned to the jailer, who nodded and opened the door.

With a soft sound of chains, Lees walked into the cell, sat down 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 cast by the small window illuminated the side faces of the two men.

At that time, they were often like this, sitting and studying.

Han Fei looked at Li Si with a smile, and then looked at the wine jug in front of him with a smile, there was only one wine glass, he knew that Li Si was not here to drink with him this time, but to give him a ride.

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

"Senior brother, have you made your mind clear?"

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

Lees nodded.

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

As he spoke, he picked up the wine jug and handed it to Han Fei.

"Oh?"

Han Fei picked up the wine jug and said as if nostalgic: "Senior brother has never sent me wine." ”

The corners of Li Si's hanging mouth curled slightly: "Drinking is messy." ”

Han Fei shook his head: "Drink and be clear." ”

Saying that, he looked at Li Si and smiled: "Senior 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, mine, what it will taste like."

Li Si was stunned for a long time, didn't speak, and finally just picked up the wine glass in front of him and handed it to Han Fei.

Han Fei took the wine glass, the wine jug was tilted, the wine flowed out, and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

The sound of pouring wine is soft.

It's as if you're injecting the life of the person who poured the wine into it.

Raising the wine glass, Han Fei brought the wine glass to his mouth and drank it all.

The wine enters the throat, but the taste is mixed with five flavors, and I can't understand it.

In the end, it became a blindness, like bitterness in the bowels,

"What does it smell like?" 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 smiling.

The vision in front of him was blurred, he seemed to see something, the buildings in front of him were tall, the voices of people were flowing, there was no wind and rain, and there was a prosperous scene.

He turned his head, looked out the window, looked at the daylight, and said aloud.

"I see, I thought of it."

Li Si turned his head to look at his line of sight, and the light was dazzling, making him squint: "A word of what?" ”

"That thousand-word text, perhaps, I can add a sentence." Han Fei's voice was in a trance, a little unclear.

"Kyushu Yu traces, 100 counties and Qin and ······"

"I see, I see, ······"

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

Li Si took a deep breath and nodded: "This sentence, I will write it for you." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and turned to leave.

"Lis!"

Han Fei roared behind him, using all his strength, echoing in the prison.

Lees's figure was at the door of the cell.

Han Fei looked at his back, and what he saw in his blurred eyes was a world worthy of entrusting everything.

He said as best he could.

"Don't forget what you said, you must, it's a prosperous world!"

"Hmm." Li Si replied lightly: "I remember." ”

"Si, do what you say!"

Li Si's figure left, and in the narrow passage of the prison, there was no light, only the square light that penetrated through the windows of the cells on both sides fell to the ground, illuminating the figure walking in it again and again.

Han Fei was no longer powerless, and leaned softly against the side of the prison.

His eyes stared blankly at the faint light.

Life is a big dream, isn't it fast to get drunk and not wake up?

"Hurry."

Muttering, he opened his mouth to lift the flask in his hand.

The flask did not reach his mouth, fell from his hand and fell to the ground, and the wine poured out.

The hand also fell limply.

Han Fei leaned silently in the prison, not closing his eyes, as if he was staring at something.

Han Fei entered Qin, said that the king of Qin, hoping that Qin and Han would not attack, and in terms of benefits, Cun Han could convince the public, and he could not afford to fight to subdue the weak country, and if he did not exist, he would worry about the world and resist the invasion of Qin.

Li Si admonished that Han Fei was trying to seek the benefit of Han, but to rule Han by delaying the army, and when Qin attacked the countries and was weak, he would rise up and stand up again.

In October of that year, the king of Qin detained Han Fei and imprisoned him, and died of alcohol.

In the same year, the South Korean general Ji Wuye died, and South Korea had a new general, whose name was Wei Zhuang.

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Feeling a little cold, Gu Nan opened his eyes.

It was hazy, but it was already dawn.

The barracks were quiet, and the barracks had not yet been set up, and the soldiers rested by the fire.

Turning his head to look at the side, Wang Jian was sitting there, sleeping deeply.

There seemed to be something on his shoulder, and when he looked sideways, it was a cloak.

Gu Nan smiled lightly, stood up, held the spear, and looked at the sunlight rising between the mountains and the sky in the distance.

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Well, the next chapter will still be a little later, and it's not finished yet, ahem.