Qin Dynasty Novelist

Zhou Qing shook his head and sighed. If Dawan Kingdom really had so many BMWs, Wu Zhiluo would never give up the credit. Now he is dedicating five BMWs to himself. Next year, if he wants to, there will be more BMWs dedicated to Brother Wang. .

"What the young master said is true."

Nong Yuxin thought so.

It has been a month or two since I came to Longxi, and I have traveled around the entire Tianshui area for a radius of [-] miles, and I have also looked at other places in Longxi. Although Xianyang is no longer prosperous, it still has unique scenery.

"My lord, Zhao Gao, the Commander of the Young Mansion, came from Xianyang with Wang Ling and is waiting in the hall."

Bai Qianhong's footsteps were a little hasty, before entering the stable from the courtyard, she looked at everyone and bowed close.

"Zhao Gao?"

"It seems that it's time for the Marquis to go home."

In the depths of Xuming, he felt a sense of spirituality, and he planned to leave recently, but unexpectedly, Brother Wang actually sent Zhao Gao, the Shaofu Ling, to come here in person, which surprised Zhou Qing, maybe something big happened in Xianyang.

Without saying much, he shifted his gaze away from the five sweaty horses, turned his body slightly, and walked to the front hall.

"Zhao Gao met Wu Zhenhou!"

Wearing a light red official uniform, stepping boots, and a crown of flat hair, his face is bright and his eyes are very bright. A person walked into the hall and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"No need to be polite."

"If you can trouble the Shaofu Ling to come to Longxi in person, is it possible that the king has something important to call?"

Holding one hand empty, walk to the top, and a maid on one side offers tea and asks softly.

"Wuzhen Hou Mingjian."

"Recently, the central government has discussed politics and decided what to do in the next year. That's why the king said, how can this matter be less than Marquis Wu Zhen, so Zhao Gao came here to ask Marquis Wu Zhen to return to Xianyang."

Zhao Gao passed on the command of the King of Qin, which was very respectful on the surface. For Wu Zhenhou, the king has postponed the central government discussion until after Wu Zhenhou returned to Xianyang, so it is even more favored.

I dare not neglect myself.

"Okay, tomorrow, I will return to the capital."

It is already autumn now, and the first spring of next year is only a handful away. He took a sip of tea and gave Zhao Gao an attributive word.

Immediately, Bai Qianhong entered the side hall.

Zhou Qing gave a brief account of the plans for the Longxi matter, and Bai Qianhong took notes to write down everything, thinking about the next thing.

Early the next morning, a group of chariots and horses were fully prepared, and they drove out of the city of Pingxiang and went south to the Weishui River. After traveling down the river for only five days, they went down the Weishui River and returned to Xianyang.

At this time, I thought—the autumn of the fifteenth year of Qin Wangzheng!

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"Haha, Mr. Han Fei, aren't you waiting for me here?"

"Young mansion order and return to the palace temporarily, I will be there later."

Returning from Longxi, just coming down from the Wei River, near the shore, a familiar purple figure appeared in the depths of his eyes, Zhou Qing saw it, smiled brightly, walked forward, and whispered.

Then he glanced at Zhao Gao beside him.

"Here!"

Zhao Gao bowed, retreated slowly, and returned to the palace to return to his orders.

"Marquis Wu Zhen!"

In late autumn, the weather was getting colder. Han Fei was wearing a thick purple robe, with his hair tied up and crowned. When the wind blew, his hair moved. Seeing Zhou Qing and his party, he stepped forward to salute.

"Three days ago, the "Cultivation of Han Shu" was not personally handed down to King Qin."

"So far, there has been no response."

The expression was quite calm, and he narrated what he had done three days ago, greeted him with one hand, and looked at a simple wine shop not far away, inside, there were already pedestrians coming and going, the steam was steaming, and the unique breath of Qin wine permeated, It is warm.

"Store Korean Book"!

When Han Fei came to Qin from South Korea last year, Han Fei had already been there once. He was looking for his own death, but Zhou Qing stopped him once or twice, so he was sent to the Central Academy, thinking that he was a doctor of the Legalist Academy.

Today, when I went to "Cun Han Shu", it seemed that his heart was aroused again. Zhou Qing heard about it, but he didn't respond immediately. He found a quiet place, and Yun Shu and Nong Yu served tea with him.

"The building will collapse, and every tree will be difficult."

"The Dao is lonely and angry, and it is difficult to say that it is difficult to govern."

"My way will last forever, so what can I say about my husband's recovery! The old country is about to perish, so why should I feel it? Knowing that I have sinned, the dead are like smoke..."

Han Fei holds the pottery lamp lightly with one hand, and stares at it. Since entering Qin Dynasty, his own plan is the survival of the motherland. Last year, South Korea was reduced to a country of Qin's vassals. This year, Qin has once again plotted against Shandong. six countries.

Re-lock the strategy against the six countries in Shandong.

The most important thing is the Three Jins, and the most important thing in the Three Jins is Han Zhao. South Korea is located at the throat of the Three Jins. Although the country is weak, it has a great geographical advantage. Therefore, South Korea is likely to bear the brunt.

And...that was really not what I wanted to see.

In the past two years, I have been trying to forget that kind of thing as much as possible, hoping that it will come later and later, but what should come, will come anyway, whispering softly, my heart is calm, and the feeling of sadness is full of life .

This time I'm going to "Korea Book" again, because I don't want to see South Korea destroyed in front of my own eyes, I hope that I can have a relief, the blood shackles, the glory of the ethnic group, and strive to be brilliant, no longer exist.

"Mr. Han Fei, do you know Xuanqing's origin?"