The thick ink is like a mountain torrent, the moonlight is as cool as water, too quiet and too lonely, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at Yunyang Prison in the dark night.

The man walked lightly, not like a jailer who was about to torture him again.

Until the man's footsteps stopped not far from outside his cell door, Han Fei turned his head sideways and spoke lightly to the person behind him calmly.

"You, here?"

Li Si looked at the thinner back in the prison, and the court lieutenant beside him respectfully set up a small case in the small and solid space according to Li Si's request, and he intimately ordered someone to add an oil lamp from the side of Shudi, and then put the soybean fat in a small pottery bowl, and put a wick to light the lighting.

The prison room, which was still a little dark, was much brighter at the moment, and the expression on the other party's face could be clearly seen.

Ting Weicheng has been working for more than ten years, and he has never seen a more dedicated officer than Li Si. I heard that Li Si was assassinated in Xianyang Palace a few days ago and was almost stabbed into a sieve, and that blood flowed all the way. But this didn't make him ask Dr. Shi to take a sick leave, no, he didn't have to run to personally interrogate the most difficult prisoner at the moment.

Li Silin came to the prison gate, and did not dare to set foot in his 'territory' for a long time. Why would a noble son like him toss himself into such a ghostly appearance that exudes drape?

"You tortured him?" Li Si frowned, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

"No, no, sir, it's just routine." Ting Weicheng explained, "Sir, he confessed his guilt too quickly, and he didn't have time yet... Torture. ”

Li Si raised his hand and motioned for him to say no more.

He stepped on the withered thatch, slowly lifted the hem, covered up the knife wound on his waist, and came face to face with Han Fei.

Li Si found that when Han Fei faced him, he was still so proud, and his eyes were still so damn transparent, as if he was laughing at his depravity and willing to bow down to power.

"Today is the same as ...... How can people talk to each other without ... No alcohol? ”

Ting Wei Cheng is a person who is very good at observing words and feelings, and he understood with a turn of his eyes, moved to Li Si's side, and said with a smile: "Xiaguan will go and fetch wine for Ting Wei." ”

"No need," Li Si took out a small long-necked clay bottle out of nowhere, and he pulled the stopper off himself, "Qin wine is turbid, and Mr. Han Fei is not used to drinking it." Mr. Steyi brought my hometown wine. ”

When the traditional action of the cell door being locked with iron chains fell, only Li Si and Han Fei were left in the space of less than five zhang on this side.

That Tingwei Cheng quickly slipped into the dark room next door, "Lord Yao Jia, Lord Tingwei's side has begun." ”

Yao Jia was still holding the lamp in one hand, pacing, hearing this, Yao Jia brushed his beard, and said in his heart Li Si is finally ruthless, and it is not in vain that he has worked hard to find poison for half a month, Yao Jia is pleased to be happy on the ground, and said a few "Okay, good." ”

With the aroma of chrysanthemum maceration, it slowly pours from the spout to the black bowl.

The clear watermark was marked by the red light of the candle flame, and the tip of Han Fei's nose lingered with a faint fragrance of autumn chrysanthemum, which made Han Fei instantly recall the autumn night in Lanling.

- "Senior brother, if you are the king of Han, I will be your appearance, how about I be a wise and virtuous minister with you?" ”

- "Lees. Don't mess around. He raised his hand and brushed away the yellow chrysanthemum petals that had been blown off everywhere by the wind.

- Young Li Si laughed and stabbed the drunken little Zheng Guo on the side, "You said I was right, right?" ”

- Zheng Guo was still building a bridge there, he didn't listen to him at all, turned his head sideways, and said two pairs of words.

- Li Si stared at Han Fei left and right with a radiant look, and even Zheng Guo next to him vomited, he didn't see it.

- "I said, Senior Brother Li, look at it again, Senior Brother Han is going to be targeted by you." Zhang Cang, who was sitting a little farther away, finally put down Qu Yuan's manuscript in his hand and took Zheng Guo off the table.

Han Fei picked up the bowl of sake in front of him, and the memory of ten years ago immediately reappeared and disappeared in an instant.

"Drink the fall of Mulan in the morning, and fall in the autumn chrysanthemum at night." Han Fei didn't stutter when he said Qu Yuanzhi's poems, "I didn't expect Tingwei to ...... There is still such leisure and leisure now. ”

Li Si watched Han Fei pick up the wine bowl by himself.

Han Fei didn't hesitate for a moment to put the rim of the bowl to his lips, just as he was about to drink it.

Li Si grabbed his wrist, "Why do you want to confess?" ”

The corners of Han Fei's mouth hooked up a hint of a smile, and he looked at the person in front of him with a solemn expression gently, of course he knew what this bowl of wine represented.

"Confession? …… Desire to add sin... Why don't you excuse yourself......" Han Fei chuckled, "Ting Wei, aren't you here to give me a good time?" And why ask anything else, as early as ...... On that rainy night in Zhangtai Palace, it was time for everything to end......"

"You, have you ever thought about it," Li Si was still injured, and his body was so weak that Han Fei only had to twist it a little harder, and he couldn't parry it, and his arm pulled the wounds on his body, and it collapsed in a few places.

Ying Hohua's words pushed him like a pair of hands, and he had to look directly into his heart.

Li Si was cross-hearted, and with a heavy hand, he knocked over the wine in Han Fei's hand.

Drinks splashed all over the floor.

The shattered shadow of Li Si was cut into several large pieces by pottery shards.

In this life, he wants to see himself clearly, so much.

Han Fei silently watched Li Si's strange body movements, and he looked at this mess.

Li Si picked up the wine on the table, he knew that there was no poison in it, and the bottle of the hook kiss was just right in the placket of his clothes.

But Li Si, who has become accustomed to calculation, will use this kind of behavior to test Han Fei as usual, which is a thinking routine that he himself cannot control.

"I finally found this opportunity, what are you doing now?" Han Fei's tone was very flat, and he calmly faced the killing intent of the Qin State in all directions.

Han Fei never thought that he would leave Xianyang alive, he was determined to go back from the moment he left Korea, and Xinzheng greeted his corpse.

"Do you know that this prison used to be the place where Shang Jun lived." Li Si suddenly opened his mouth and said this nonsensically.

"Ting Weicheng is in my prison...... Told me on the first day. ”

Han Fei's eyes were so calm and sorrowless, which made Li Si wonder: When Shang Ying was dying, when Bai Qi was dying, would it be this kind of look?

Han Fei's gaze fell on the extinguished candle flame, and the firelight made him as clear as the moon.

"The things in my head are too similar to King Qin, he won't want me to live for too long."

"Have you ever thought that I won't kill you?"

“…… I died at your hands, but there was a beginning and an end. Han Fei smiled faintly and poured the wine again by himself, "Although Shang Ying is dead...... But the Qin law is not extinguished. I die today, and my spells do not die. ”

At this moment, Li Si finally admitted that he had lost completely.

Han Fei's eyes contained endless hope.

At this time, he finally understood that Han Fei had always been Han Fei, and he had never changed.

The bondage of blood became a shackle, and this was his fate as a Korean son.

In order to bear this life, he was willing to die.

But he Li Si never gave up his life.

He Liss has always been such a selfish person.

"Senior brother. If Lanling had said goodbye back then, you would have known that we were the end, would you have killed me first? ”

The autumn chrysanthemum wine with the winter snow slid down his throat, and the complete cold invaded every inch of his skin.

Han Fei felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he began to feel that the picture in front of him had become blurry.

When his consciousness was dissipating, he looked at Li Si's helpless face and smiled: "If this is the end in the morning." Then I may, or I will teach you. ”