Death row prison, dark and dark, the corridors are dim, damp, moldy, pungent smell is unpleasant.

In a cell in the deepest part of death row, in a corner of the prison, a cell of dozens of square meters, it was cleaned up and tidy.

Han Fei was slender, dressed in a noble and elegant purple aristocratic dress, only his long unkempt hair made him look quite haggard and lonely, he stood in the only small window of the cell, and the sun began to shine obliquely into the room.

He sighed and said, "Hey, I don't know what's going on in South Korea now?" Brother Qinghou, Brother Wei Zhuang, the ovary, Langyu, and her...... Purple girl, March is not around, I miss you so much. ”

"Huh-"

A refreshing laugh sounded, and one person spoke: "Brother Han, how is Korea?" I don't know, but the 'Brother Qinghou' in your mouth is very good at the moment. ”

Han Fei was stunned for three seconds when he heard this, and then immediately turned around, his face was overjoyed, and he said in an excited tone: "Brother Qinghou?!" ”

"Brother Han." The corners of Li Qinghou Junyi's mouth hooked up with a smile.

Brush Lala –

The cell door opened, the chains were locked again, and the guards left on their own.

Li Qinghou walked into the cell, put down the vegetable basket in his hand, took out five plates of exquisite side dishes, and two pots of fine wine.

Han Fei looked at the dishes, his expression was stunned, infinite longing and joy appeared, and he said in a daze: "Purple girl, she also came to Xianyang City!?" ”

This dish, this fragrance, this feeling, is definitely a purple girl.

Li Qinghou poured a glass by himself, raised his glass and said, "Brother Han, cheers." ”

"Okay." Han Fei was in a happy mood.

The two of them were drinking and chatting, and they were both happy.

The purple girl's food and wine, accompanied by her friend Li Qinghou, this is undoubtedly the best gift from God to Han Fei during his half-month imprisonment.

Han Fei glanced at it, locked the sword on Li Qinghou's waist, and exclaimed: "The beautiful scabbard gives people a sense of dignity and elegance, and the sword body and blade must be more beautiful." ”

Li Qinghou smiled when he heard this, took the sword and put it on the desk, and said: "The famous sword given by Qin Wangzheng is called "Chunjun, and the sword spirit automatically chooses the master." ”

"Automatic selection? Pure Jun Sword? ”

Han Fei's expression was stunned, and he said happily: "Congratulations to Brother Qinghou, I am happy to be a divine soldier; Chunjun, on behalf of the noble and elegant, unparalleled gentleman, Master Ou Yezi has been casting swords for hundreds of years, and no one has been recognized by the sword spirit. ”

"In the world, a noble and elegant person like Brother Qinghou is peerless, and there is no second person in time; The pure Jun sword and the light marquis brother are a perfect match. ”

"Haha, of course." Li Qinghou's face was proud, under the whole world and hundreds of years of history, he was the only one who could make Chunjun, one of the top ten famous swords, recognize the master.

This is indeed something to be proud of at first sight.

Han Fei raised his glass and said: "About Chunjun, Fei still knows some things - in the Spring and Autumn Period, the sword-casting master Ou Yezi's swan song, a few years later, the sword fell into the hands of Goujian, the king of Yue, and some people were willing to exchange for fifteen cities and a radius of three hundred miles, and Goujian, the king of Yue, loved it very much and did not agree. ”

"Later, in a hundred years, the two countries of Wu and Yue declined and were destroyed by the King of Chuzhuang, and the divine weapons such as Chunjun and the Eight Swords of the King of Yue became the treasures of the Chu royal family."

"More than 30 years ago, during the reign of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, the Great Liang of Qin broke the military convention of 'no soldiers in winter', led 200,000 troops to launch a surprise attack, and entered the capital of Chu at that time.

"The Chunjun Sword, the Eight Swords of King Yue, and the sword of today's King Yingzheng of Qin: Tianwen were all included in the treasury of the Qin State at that time and became the trophies of the Qin State."

Li Qinghou nodded and said: "I also know something about this matter, Chu Guoying has been broken, Chu Guoerlang has been beheaded 300,000 people, the national strength has been greatly reduced, and the overlord Chu Zhuang King - the hegemony of the Central Plains is gone." ”

"At that time, Qu Yuan, a generation of great sages and scholars of the Chu State, who shone on Kyushu, was angry and committed suicide by throwing himself into the river because he completely lost trust and confidence in the Chu royal family, and the river was called: Miluo River."

Han Fei arched his hand and said: "Brother Qinghou, Bogu Tongjin, powerful, powerful." ”

"Haha, of course, how can you become the four beauties of the end of the world without the ability - the responsibility of force and appearance, how can you dare to call yourself the head of the four beauties of the world? Of course, Brother Han, you are not bad. ”

"Haha......"

Sitting on the death row of the Qin State, the two still talked and laughed freely, commenting on the past and the present, chatting freely about the general trend, historical anecdotes, and anecdotes from the Spring and Autumn Period...... This kind of bearing and rich knowledge can be compared with several people in the world.

Soon, the wine passed three rounds, the dishes passed five flavors, and the meal ended.

"Yawn-" Li Qinghou stretched his waist and said, "It's really a bit unbearable to travel for ten days and ten nights in a row...... Brother Han, I'll sleep first, and we'll continue to talk when we wake up. ”

Han Fei was surprised: "Brother Qinghou, are you sleeping here?" Why don't you go back? ”

"Well, I asked Qin Wangzheng for help, let me come to Qin State Death Row to experience life." Li Qinghou didn't care about a response, and lay down on the couch and fell asleep.

"Brother Qinghou-" Han Feina was moved, and almost burst into tears and said such a sentence: "Brother Qinghou treats me like this, how can I repay him!" ”

"Huh, huh-" Li Qinghou was really tired and quickly fell asleep.

Han Fei: "......"

On the first day, it was okay, not boring.

The next day, Li Qinghou began to feel bored, but Han Fei was very excited, and continued to talk all day, nagging endlessly.

On the third day, Li Qinghou simply invented chess, carved a chessboard on the ground, and the two played chess all day.

On the fourth day, fortunately, it was arranged for the Purple Girl and Flame Spirit Ji to visit every three days, although the Qin State death row refused all visits, but it also depended on who the prisoners were.

Day 5, Day 6, Day 7......

Li Qinghou felt that he was about to go crazy, no wonder Han Fei was an elegant son who was unkempt and looked lonely. It's no wonder that the first and second days of this product are not tired at all, and the feelings are about to be driven crazy.

It's really like a year.

This night, calculating the time, was the month when Li Qinghou arrived in prison.

In the middle of the night, Li Qinghou and Han Fei fell into a deep sleep.

Whoosh –

In a flash, the crisis came, the warrior's sense of crisis suddenly appeared, Li Qinghou's eyes suddenly opened, his right hand pulled out the pure jun on his waist, the sword body was scorching, the sword light was dazzling, and the eyes of the sneak attacker were closed, and the speed slowed down.

Choke!

The sword was unsheathed, and a sword was lightly pointed.

Clang!

The tip of the sword collided with the claws of the sneak attacker, and the piercing sound sounded, and the sparks dotted.

"Hmph." The person who made the shot snorted in pain, and a little blood groove appeared in her claws that could be hard to catch the world's sharp blades, and the bright red blood slipped down drop by drop.

Li Qinghou looked at it and saw someone coming.

The woman was dressed in red, her lips were bright red, and her complexion was as pale as snow. Her hands were different from ordinary people, red as flames, and showed strange silver patterns, and her fingernails were as black as ink, which was extremely strange.

The body of the beauty is quite hot, and under the red dress is brown stockings and long legs, giving people a restrained and sexy beauty; The temperament is hot, the body is hot, the shot is hot, and the facial features are hot.

It is the first time that Li Qinghou has seen such a woman with such internal and external qualities and a perfect interpretation of the word "hot".

"The Great Commander of the Yin and Yang Family?"

Li Qinghou is holding a pure Jun sword, dressed in white, the sword light is scorching, the man is handsome and elegant, the sword is noble and exquisite, and the person and the sword complement each other, which is even more extraordinary.

"Heh, I waited for a month and didn't move, and I thought your Yin and Yang family had given up!"