Qin State attacked South Korea, South Korea asked for help from Zhao State, Zhao State broke its promise and was unwilling to send troops to help, Wei State was even more concerned about himself, as for Chu State, it said that the distance was too far, it was his business, Yan State wanted to bite Zhao Guo's ass, but without Qin State's big brother taking the lead, he didn't dare to move.

As for the Qi State, it means that Qin Qi will always be brothers!

For a time, only the injured world of South Korea appeared.

……

Qi country, small sage village, a scenic lake.

The two young scholars were looking at the scenery in the distance, laughing and talking about the situation in the world, until they talked about the war between Qin and Han, one of the men with a handsome appearance and a free and easy temperament smiled slightly, and said in a somewhat helpless tone: "Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp, which is an unchanging truth since ancient times. ”

As for fairness, reason, and justice, you don't even have the qualifications to talk to each other on an equal footing, so what qualifications do you have to talk about conditions.

In such troubled times, only the winner can take it all.

Those who lose are defeated, and even their lives and countries are gone.

"Did Senior Brother decide to go back to Korea? It was the weakest of the Seven Kingdoms, and it shouldn't be buried in South Korea with the talents of a senior brother. ”

The restrained and serious young man looked at the dashing man beside him with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice.

The two are the close disciples of Confucian Xunzi, Han Fei and Li Si.

The two have succeeded in their studies and are about to leave the Little Sage Village, and when they part, the two say goodbye in the pavilion where they once met.

Han Fei took a deep breath, his eyes were bright, without the slightest confusion and discouragement, and said in a clear voice: "Being weak doesn't have to be weak all the time, and being strong doesn't mean being strong all the time. ”

"Only a senior brother can have such a heart, but junior brother, I don't have the confidence of a senior brother, I plan to go to the strongest Qin country in the Seven Kingdoms to try."

Li Si didn't know whether he was relieved or admired when he heard this, and said in a slightly complicated tone.

What he learned is similar to Han Fei, if Han Fei's choice is the same as his, he will inevitably be pressed by the other party, not that his talent is inferior to the other party, but his identity, which is destined for him to put in more effort than Han Fei.

For Lees.

In this world, it is not enough to have talent and ability, you also have to meet people who appreciate you, only in this way can you have the opportunity to display your ambitions.

In contrast.

As the ninth prince of South Korea, Han Fei can easily get opportunities from others, such as worshipping under Xunzi, or entering another country as an official in the future, and the status of a nobleman gives him too much convenience.

Fair?

Lees never believed in so-called fairness.

"Qin State? It seems that we are going to be rivals in the future. ”

Han Fei was not surprised by Li Si's choice, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and said, "If there is really that day, you don't have to keep your hand." ”

"Senior brother is."

Li Si bowed his hand and said very seriously, he also wanted to know which was stronger or weaker between himself and Han Fei, maybe this chessboard called the world could draw conclusions.

The winner wins the world, and the loser loses everything.

"Heh~gone~"

Han Fei chuckled, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and turned around and walked into the distance in a dashing manner.

He's going to have to go home.

South Korea needs him.

Li Si saw Han Fei go away, took a deep breath, and looked at the direction of the Qin State, he wanted to try, even if he gambled with his life, he had to fight for that road of power!

There is no shortage of power-chasers in this world.

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Xianyang Palace, in Zhao Jia's courtyard.

Chang'an Jun Chengcheng looked at the sketch in his hand with some surprise, looked at Liwu on the side from time to time, and said in amazement: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, if the masterful painting of Gongzi is passed on, it is estimated that no one in the world will have the courage to paint it." ”

"If you have nothing to do, record a good life, you don't deserve to be praised by Chang Anjun like this."

Zhao Jia was drinking tea, and when he heard the words, he said humbly.

He's just playing casually, but who has never seen this kind of painting in this world.

The first time is always full of shocks and surprises.

Cheng Chan shook his head and praised: "It can perfectly reflect people and scenery into the painting...... No one I know has this talent, and this alone makes the name of Childe sound enough to resound throughout the Seven Kingdoms! ”

There was a pause.

He picked up the charcoal pen on the side and said curiously: "With this thing, you can paint, and the talent of the son is really amazing." ”

Liwu, who was standing on the side, also looked at Zhao Jia from time to time, pursed his lips, this guy is not only talented, but also has the ability to toss people, I have never seen so many patterns, and last night I even pulled her without clothes to paint, and said that she studied art in a righteous and strict way.

"Chang'an Jun praises."

Speaking of Zhao Wu, Mrs. Concubine reopened the Concubine Snow Pavilion, and three days later, the dignitaries and nobles of Xianyang City will be invited to watch, and the disciples they have cultivated will be put on a performance, do you know about this?"

Cheng Chan put down the scroll in his hand, stared at Zhao Jia with burning eyes, and asked.

"I've already received the invitation, and in three days, I may be able to go with you."

Zhao Jia nodded with a smile and responded.

Cheng Chan had nothing to do, he looked at the picture scroll on the table again, had an idea in his heart, and said to Zhao Jia: "Then it is a word, I will pick you up then, as for your painting, you might as well give me one, I plan to take it to the Queen Mother to see, if she likes it, maybe I have to trouble you to paint a few paintings for the Queen Mother." ”

Ordinary paintings depict ordinary people, but Zhao Jia's realistic painting style is quite interesting, and may bring some novelty to the Queen Mother Zhao Ji.

What woman doesn't want to record her most beautiful moments.

As Zhao Jia said before, Zhao Ji's power in the Qin State is not small, if he can coax him to be happy, many things will be less troublesome.

For example, the matter of getting military power.

If he can get the support of the Queen Mother, it is useless for Lü Buwei to oppose it, after all, Yingzheng and Changpingjun and others are not decorations.

Thinking of this, Cheng Chan's eyes also moved.

It's not in vain that I'm going back to my old job...... Zhao Jia heard Cheng Ji's words, his heart moved slightly, he played this hand, isn't he just waiting for Zhao Ji's favor, if he wants to get close to Zhao Ji, he obviously can't take the path of Chang Yu, since this is the case, he can only try other ways.

To this end, he prepared several paths, and painting was only one of them.

"No problem, I just don't know if the Queen Mother likes it or not."

Zhao Jia responded happily, without showing the slightest concern on his face.

"I think I'll like it."

Cheng Chan wasn't sure, but it didn't stop him from trying.

Zhao Ji stayed in the cold palace, she was lonely, if she had a little fun, she would not refuse, and qin, chess, calligraphy and painting have always been a means to relieve fatigue in the palace.

PS: There is one more delay