A Layman in the Qin Dynasty

Han Fei didn't believe that Zhao Qixie was really an ordinary person.

In the turbulent world of the Seven Kingdoms, it is hard to imagine how difficult it is for an ordinary person to learn knowledge and martial arts, not to mention the theories about fertility that Zhao Qixie said earlier, which is something that ordinary people can afford. of? !

No matter what, what Guren did this time was really wrong.

"Obviously it's my brother, you've failed in your studies, don't lie to me, and go to that smoky place to drink~"

Red Lotus just wanted to say a few words, but when she saw that Han Fei was really angry, her tone weakened for a while, but she pouted and said a little aggrievedly, she was obviously doing it for her brother's good, but her brother actually murdered her.

He actually murdered her for an outsider.

"Red Lotus, you don't understand, although the place is a bit bad, it is possible to make a lot of friends in it, as the so-called hidden in the world, some people don't seem to be good people, but sometimes, you can't just rely on a pair of eyes to judge. , sometimes what you see is not necessarily true, but don't let what you want you to see, hey, forget it, I'll handle these things, where did you keep Brother Qi Zi~"

Han Fei wanted to lecture Hong Lian, but looking at Hong Lian's mouth, which was about to hang on the soy sauce bottle, he couldn't help sighing and said helplessly.

"Brother, you will deceive people, so I don't believe you~"

Red Lotus tilted her head and said angrily.

"Red Lotus is obedient, where is Zhao Qixie locked up, let him out quickly~"

Han Fei frowned and said in a deep voice.

"I won't let it go, I won't let it go!"

Red Lotus shook her head and refused, she didn't let Zhao Qixie go, that guy is not a good person, he must not let his brother continue to get along with him, he will definitely lead him to ruin.

"Red Lotus, you..."

Just when Han Fei wanted to continue to say something, Honglian ignored Han Fei and ran outside angrily, letting Han Fei not listen to anything.

"This girl is really spoiled~"

Han Fei looked at the red lotus who rushed out and couldn't see the figure for a while, and shook his head with a wry smile.

In fact, this matter can be big or small, I hope no one will take the opportunity to make trouble!

Han Fei seemed to have thought of something, and his handsome face was a little gloomy for a while, because no one changed his name more than him to show the turbulent undercurrent in the country of Han. At first, he refused to come back because the water in the country of Han was too turbid, and he wanted to make the water regenerate. It becomes clear that the bottom line must be drawn.

It's hard~

Unfortunately, no matter how difficult it is, someone has to do it.

"But this time is also an opportunity~"

Han Fei walked back into the room, and took out a piece of brocade cloth from the bamboo slip on the side of the table. At this moment, a lot of information was recorded on it. If Honglian was here at this moment, he would find that this piece of brocade cloth recorded the interior of the country of Han. The major officials, some of which are placed together with each other, are outlined in a circle.

"But this time, I'm going to be sorry Brother Qizi~"

Han Fei looked at the message on the brocade cloth for a while, then shook his head with a smile, sighed, and then lit the brocade cloth in his hand on the candlelight beside him, and then slipped from his hand and landed on it. on the ground.

It turned to ashes in no time.

. . . . . . .

han king palace.

A figure constantly shuttled through it, using the shadows to cover up, avoiding more than a dozen patrols of the Imperial Army. The familiar way of shuttle, as if this palace was like his home, came and went freely, and inside this palace was like a walk on the ground.

The so-called royal palace is indeed a joke in the eyes of some people.

"Brush~"

After entering the deep palace, the figure slowly listened to it, squatted down slightly, and held a strange sawtooth long sword in his right hand. His face, a pair of cold eyes, even at night, showed a cold glow.

Mainly black, the clothes with gold trimmings set off a bit of gorgeous and solemn.

The moonlight gradually moved and fell on the youth, covered with a layer of silver gauze, and the moment the moonlight fell on him, his figure disappeared again. . . .