Qin Dynasty Novelist

Xiao Ling got up and saluted, and the crisp voice fell.

"Yes, senior!"

The ethereal and melodious sound whirls, and under the sounds of nature, it also follows.

"That's it, great kindness!"

Zhou Qing raised the wine bottle in his hand, faced everyone in the hall, and glanced at Yan Lingji beside him, and drank it all in one gulp. After tonight, Zhu Xia should turn a new page.

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As soon as they got up at Maoshi the next day, a long line of three luxurious carriages lined up at the back door of Heaven and Earth. They did not wait in the city for Yao Jia and Han Fei who entered Qin Dynasty, nor did they pay attention to South Korea's prudent etiquette for this matter.

One step ahead, three four-horse chariots, go outside the north gate, and wait for the convoy behind.

As soon as the hour came, the early morning sun jumped out of the distant horizon, illuminating the vast plain outside the Xinzheng North Gate, and a strange cart came out slowly from the Xinzheng North Gate.

This is a pig iron cart that is unique to South Korea and is rarely seen in the Warring States Period. The body is gray and rough, without the elegance and nobility of a bronze cart. small compartment.

South Korea has the largest Yiyang Iron Mountain in the world. The Korean ancestors used pig iron to replace the scarce bronze cars in the country. Although it seems crude, it is a symbol of South Korea's temporary efforts.

Standing upright under the ugly iron canopy, Han Fei, a young man who doesn't seem to show his style today, is wearing an eight-inch white bamboo crown, and a thick linen robe with a collar that looks blue, non-blue, black, and non-black. The splendid send-off team of the king of Han and the see-off team of Prince Han Yu are different from the past to the present.

This kind of clothing is the original creation of Han Zhaohou, who is most famous for his frugality, and it is also one of the traces of the hard work of old Korea.Now that Han Fei came here in this car and clothes, under the bright sun, it was a resurrection of an ancient ancestor.

Only on this car and this clothes can one get a glimpse of the past style and glory of Han Fei. Han Fei entered Qin as an envoy to Qin. Although he is unique, as long as he enters Qin, nothing matters.

Yao Jia, Shangqing of the Pedestrian Department, has been leading the way in front. He didn't say much about these strange chariots, and his expression remained unchanged. Looking back, he watched the pig iron cart continue to move forward.

On the road behind not far from the side of the suburban pavilion, Quicksand and his party also appeared, staring at the scene, quietly watching this scene, the silver-haired and black-clothed Wei Zhuang, with a cold expression, holding the sword with one hand, saying nothing send.

The purple girl and the young man in the green shirt felt sad for no reason. He... used to be the most magnificent young man in Xinzheng City, but now he is trapped in a pig iron cart, dressed in coarse linen and linen, without good wine. The color is not there, and he enters Qin alone.

The girl in the red shirt is also in the row, holding the Chilian long sword, while staring at her elder brother, and at the same time looking at the silver-haired man in black, her elder brother's trip is for South Korea, this is what my father told me of.

"He... finally left Xinzheng."

White-haired and red-robed, with the body of a crowned marquis, riding a horse with white beard and hair, watching this scene from afar, wisps of warm sunlight shone on his body, and within a radius of ten feet, ice crystals manifested and frost condensed .

For several years, this person who has been against him is finally leaving Xinzheng, and finally leaving Korea. Next, he wants to regain the glory and glory that he has lost for many years.

"The quicksand is defeated. In Xinzheng today, there are concubines inside the palace, and Lord Hou outside the palace. Night will fall on Korea again. Haha, it seems that my day of getting rich is coming soon."

Beside him is an extremely fat man, middle-aged, with a fat body, and his clothes are all beautiful, wearing gold and silver, he looks like a silent aura of wealth, squinting a pair of small eyes, watching Looking at the location of Ninth Young Master Han Fei, he whispered and chuckled.

"Ninth brother, fourth brother toasts you."

Han Yu arrived in person, stepped forward, looked at Zhuxia Lieguo's pig iron cart that belonged exclusively to South Korea, felt something in his heart, took a deep breath, glanced at the adopted son beside him, and then a pot of fine wine and two Only jasper wine bottles come out.

In any case, the Ninth Brother's entry into the Qin Dynasty saved South Korea from perishing, and he should deserve a cup of this achievement.

"Fourth Brother!"

Aside from their royal identities, they are all of the same blood. If we say goodbye today, I am afraid that there will be no chance to see each other again. After I leave, I will follow my father's method, and I am afraid that they will be promoted in blood.

Thinking of this, Han Fei couldn't help feeling cold, and his heart gradually became cold. He took the jasper wine bottle from Han Yu's hand, sniffed the mellow fragrance of the wine, and breathed greedily. , Drank it all in one gulp, throwing away the wine bottle in hand.

Stepping on the pig iron cart, he gave a soft shout to the driver, and the heavy iron cart started with a clang and creak, followed Qin envoy Yao Jia in front, and headed towards the territory of Qin State.

One after another eyes fell on the pig iron cart, and a round of tomorrow in the eastern sky slowly rose, and the shadow of that cart was getting longer and longer. Finally, at some point, the cart disappeared completely.

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"I'm leaving too!"

"The way of Guigu is divided vertically and horizontally. Every generation of Guigu disciples will eventually determine the strongest!"

The breeze blew up, rolled up the corner of the beautiful black robe, but failed to shake the man standing like a pine and cypress, with fluttering silver hair, standing with a sword, looking at the huge Zilanxuan beside him, for several years, I have been staying in Here, now it's time to go elsewhere.

The expression was still so cold, the whole body was filled with a faint mysterious light, and his eyes swept, and fell on the graceful purple figure in front of him. Facing the incompetence of King Han, facing the intrusion of the night, quicksand... It was considered a failure.

However, my own purpose is not a failure. Zheng Guo was also a bully back then, but unfortunately the world was impermanent, and he was destroyed by South Korea.

Come to think of it, this is the yin and yang of Taoism.

"What about after the strongest is determined?"

In the courtyard of the Zinu Pavilion, people from Quicksand left one after another. Even if there was a change in Xinzheng, it was just a minor disturbance. private purpose.

Today, Zilanxuan has become dispensable, maybe it should be buried together with South Korea in the not-too-distant future, its beautiful eyes flicker, for some reason, Zilanxuan looks so desolate today.

"Choose!"

"The world is full of endless choices, maybe I will come back and have a look!"

His actions are as cruel as his expression, the world is so big, as the descendant of Guigu Zongheng, he can't go anywhere, with a leap, his whole body turns into a stream of light and disappears in Zilanxuan.

Only the quiet purple figure was left watching the black streamer go away. She knew that for the descendants of Guigu, South Korea was just a starting point after all, but a process of life.

"Sister Zi Nu, I'm here, as you said, from today on, teach me how to use Chi Lian."

Suddenly, at an unknown time, a red figure quietly walked into the quiet Zilan Pavilion. He was dressed in an elegant dress and had a luxurious appearance. He walked up to Zinu with steady steps and a soft sword in his hand.

While talking, he looked around with bright eyes, as if he wanted to find something, to see something, to look forward to something, but after a few breaths, his delicate face was a little disappointed.

"That's true, Princess Red Lotus."

Zi Nu smiled sweetly, Han Fei left, Wei Zhuang left, Zhang Liang buried the head of Si Kou's mansion, and now in Zi Lan Xuan, maybe only herself and Hong Lian will be left as companions in the future.