Qin Dynasty Novelist

Wei Zhuang said with disdain.

They are all like this, and they still want to forcibly maintain the honor of the past.

"I don't know if it was the same when South Korea conquered Zheng Guo and imprisoned Zheng Yi?"

"From the day I was born, my mother let me read the last events of the state of Zheng. Dazai Xin took Zheng and Duke Ai to kill for the people of the country, South Korea killed Duke You, Ziyang three points, and Zheng Yi is hard to recover."

"After South Korea conquered the Kingdom of Zheng, Zheng Yi was imprisoned in the cold palace of Xinzheng by Han Aihou, and he was accompanied by two attendants. Unfortunately... Zheng Yi was not as lucky as you, but he persisted in the cold palace for thirty years. For five days, he was starved to death."

"But you can still linger!"

Holding a sword in one hand, Wei Zhuang walked around the house, talking about the Korean annihilation of Zheng more than a hundred years ago, without any emotion at all, and vaguely, there was a different kind of coldness.

"Afterwards, I learned the art of Guigu and returned to Xinzheng!"

"Without Han Fei, South Korea would have been destroyed long ago, and you would have been killed by me long ago!"

Wei Zhuang continued to speak alone.

"Where is Hong... Honglian?"

The old man in sackcloth on the wooden board was covered in rags. Hearing Wei Zhuang's words, his expression suddenly became agitated, his already stiff body shook again, and then he stared straight at Wei Zhuang.

He spoke in a low voice, full of hoarseness, powerlessness, and hope.

"So, I'm here today to see you off for the last time."

Wei Zhuang didn't say much.

As the words fell, his eyes fell on the shark-toothed sword in his hand, and a different kind of dark golden mysterious light shone all over his body. An invisible power spread from his body, and his cold eyes fell on Han Wang'an.

"Zheng Yi, the last monarch of the Zheng Kingdom, died at the hands of Han Aihou!"

"Now, the cycle of heaven and earth, Yin and Yang in the universe are retrograde, and there will be such a number."

Wei Zhuang slowly drew out the long sword in his hand, the sword glowed hesitantly.

On the wooden bed not far away, Han Wangan heard this with a look of expression. Deep in his heart, he was terrified. He wanted to struggle hard and open his mouth to scream loudly, but... the blood was thin all over his body, and he didn't make any major movements at all.

Violent emotional agitation, viscera vibrating violently, and unconsciously rapid breathing, suddenly... on that old face, a pair of cloudy sunken eyes protruded deeply, and the whole person lay quietly on the wooden bed, motionless .

Breathe for nothing!

The residual temperature of the body surface is not obvious!

The breath of life gradually dissipated.

……

Feeling this, Wei Zhuang, who had just pulled out the sword in his hand, also froze, his cold eyes fell on Han Wangan, he... just died like this?

Maybe... he deserved to die like this too.

He...will die after all.

he died.

Korea's past is gone.

Everything in the past with Zheng Guo is gone.

What I have been carrying for more than [-] years will no longer exist.

…………

"You're back?"

Nanyang County City, in a normal courtyard, although it is raining and snowing all over the sky, but...in the courtyard, there are still people who are constantly moving around, with sword lights flickering, chain snakes and soft swords flying, evolving various sword movements, quite For agile.

Not far to the side, a woman in a light purple brocade gown said lightly. Her long, soft purple hair was combed by a silver hairpin and fell behind her shoulders. She was tall and tall.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and looked towards the corner of the side eaves, where a black figure appeared out of thin air, standing silently holding a sword, looking at them.

"Zhuang, you're back!"

"How is my father now?"

As the purple-clothed woman's crisp voice fell, on the other side, the red-clothed woman who was wielding a chain snake and soft sword in the rain and snow also drew back her sword posture, stepped forward, and stood beside the purple-clothed woman, looking past, delicate On the face, a smile flickered.

At the same time, he looked at Wei Zhuang with hope on his face. He knew the purpose of Wei Zhuang's going out just now. It was to visit the place where his father was being held. Sure enough, he could be rescued, so it might not be impossible to plan.

"I killed him!"

The dark golden light flickered under the man in black's feet, and his expression was still so cold. He met the woman in red's eyes, said his words, turned and left.

"Tomorrow, we will head to Xinzheng."

Leave a word in the void.

It also left the unbelievable woman in red on her face at this moment.

The woman in purple sighed softly when she heard this, but didn't say much.

******

Only ten days later, another fast horse arrived in Handan of Zhao State in the still cold winter night, and a secret document fell into Hu Feng Winery, and fell into the hands of Shangqing Dunwei.

"how?"