Daqin Ji Wuye

"Before you set off, the widow will surely see you off in person."

Seeing that Han Fei's entry into Qin has become a foregone conclusion, in the court at this time, the expressions of the hundred officials can be described as extremely complicated, with different expressions.

Zhang Kai secretly sighed, and silently retreated back.

The expression on Han Yu's face kept changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Standing at the head of the military attache, Ji Wuye kept his eyes closed and rested. At this time, after hearing that Han Fei's entry into Qin had been decided, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

Now, the biggest stumbling block has been removed, and the rest is time for Ji Wuye to show his skills.

Seeing that the goal has been achieved, although it is not so satisfying, it has finally lived up to King Qin's trust. Li Si breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his hands, and bowed to King Han.

"Since the matter here is over, so the foreign ministers will no longer bother, and will set off tomorrow, regret Xianyang, and report this matter to my king."

Originally, King Han, who had a headache when he saw Li Si, could not help but feel that this annoying Li Si looked much more pleasing to the eye after resolving the assassination of Qin Envoy.

If you want Han Fei, you should have said it earlier, why should the labor and management personally send the Qin envoy back to Xianyang?

You are not tired, I am tired.

However, he was naturally very happy to be able to send this god of plague away.

He hurriedly said with a pretense, "Oh, why is Master Li in such a hurry on 4.9? Why don't you stay for a few days, even if you are a widow, you can do your best as a landlord and entertain Master Li well."

Li Si naturally knew exactly what the bastard on the throne was thinking, and he didn't bother to talk to this bastard about these useless things and wasting time.

Li Sidao: "Your Majesty, my king is still waiting in Xianyang for the outcome of this matter, and the foreign ministers have to hurry back and report the matter to our king, so I can't stay any longer. Forgive me."

King Han pretended to be regretful and said, "Forget it, since Mr. Li still has important things to do, the widow will not leave you more."

"Tomorrow, the widow will see you off in person!"

"Thank you king!"

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Chapter 225 Han Yu's Personality Changed (For Flowers, For a Monthly Pass)

The sky is like ink, the snow is dense, the sky and the earth are vast, the snow on the ground is full of feet, and the whole earth is covered with a layer of silver.

The biting cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, drilled straight to the person's neckline, which was even more chilling.

Every household hangs up lanterns, large and small, with different shapes.

Nearly half a month has passed since the Spring Festival, and now it's the Lantern Festival.

At this time in previous years, the ice and snow had already melted, and the frozen rivers had also thawed. In such a spring season, the sky was still full of snow. This year's Lantern Festival is destined to be different from the past.

In the General's Mansion, Ji Wuye, dressed in snow-white fox fur, was comfortably roasting the fire on both sides of the stove on his feet.

The whole room was filled with the mellow aroma of wine.

He held up the jade wine glass, warm wine like his throat, a warm current swept across his lips and teeth, and wrapped around his red tongue.

A warm 丨 flow along the blood, spread to the whole body.

It has been nearly a month since Ying Zheng and Han Fei left South Korea. During the 02 Chinese New Year period, Ji Wuye was quite safe, and nothing happened.

Therefore, Xinzheng during this period of time has been considered peaceful.

After all, this is the first year that Ji Wuye has passed since he came here, and he doesn't want to leave any unpleasant memories for himself.

While Ji Wuye was squinting his eyes, he was comfortably roasting the fire and drinking a small wine, when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A gust of cold wind came from the surface, instantly making Ji Wuye, who was already a little tired, awake a lot.

A black crow appeared in the room, knelt down on one knee, and said, "General, everything has been arranged, it's just..."

Ji Wuye slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Mo Ya, and said lightly, "Just what?"

Mo Ya lowered his head and said, "It's just that things like mobilizing government soldiers and arresting courtiers require the king's decree..."

"Ok?"

Ji Wuye frowned slightly, and said lightly: "What? The general's words don't work? You must have the king's decree before you can take someone? Do you want me to write it for you now?"

Mo Ya's body trembled, and he hurriedly leaned over and knelt on the ground, saying, "This subordinate doesn't dare, this subordinate will take someone!"

Ji Wuye waved his hand, and Mo Ya silently retreated.

Now that the year has passed, and Han Fei, who has been in the way, has also left, it is time for some people to get the lunch.

Ji Wuye looked at the heavy snow flying outside, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and he whispered to himself: "As the saying goes, the snow is a good year, now it's the season of spring, and it's still snowing so much outside. , it seems that the coming year will definitely be a good year, a good year."

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Thirty fires, fifteen lights, the old saying is true, now that the Lantern Festival is approaching, the spring atmosphere is strong, even if the snow is flying, Xinzheng is still full of lights in the city.

Thirty fires, fifteen lights, the old saying is true, now that the Lantern Festival is approaching, the spring atmosphere is strong, even if the snow is flying, Xinzheng is still full of lights in the city.

It's just that tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night.

In the dark night, a pair of armored soldiers slowly emerged from the general's mansion and disappeared into the swirling snow.

In the inner city, the Fourth Young Master's Mansion, Han Yu, who was enjoying the graceful dance of the dancer in the lobby, was drinking suffocating wine suddenly when he heard a loud noise coming from the front yard, and he couldn't help frowning.

At this time, Han Yu has long lost his high-spirited appearance, and the only thing left is the decadence on his face.