Chapter 148: : So when was the last sentence written?

When Xun Zichu died, no one knew, except that the day before, he had scattered everyone, leaving him to sit alone in his palace.
When the and the waiter entered the palace the next day, there were a few crows on the eaves of the palace, and the dark birds stood out under the sun.
As soon as they walked into the temple, Xun Zichu sat silent by the bed.
After less than three years, three successive generations of Qin Kings passed away, and a layer of haze shrouded in Xianyang City.
Some ulterior motives have spread to the people. Some people say that it is because of the contention between North Korea and China.
Even more people blame the death of Qin Wang as the impediment to Qin Zhongye. Qin Di attacked and invaded the country all year round. He was called a country of tigers and wolves by other countries. Therefore, he was responsible for the perennial debt industry.
The news spread to other countries, and because of this news, all the countries that had just defeated Hangu were relieved.
No one of them thought that they would be swallowed up by the Qin Kingdom in conjunction with the 200,000 troops.
Although in the final analysis, this defeat was due to discord.
But according to Wei Wuji, this battle could have wiped out tens of thousands of people in the Qin dynasty, but before entering the Hangu Valley, they were blocked by the First Army and lost ground.
The army was only ten thousand, but it made it impossible for the army to go in for hundreds of thousands of hours, calling it a trap.
The nations are silent and trapped in the army. This fierce army has been infested in many countries many years ago. It is a murderous name. Hundreds of people had never killed Zhou Wei and were called to be a mourner. As a banned army in the Qin Kingdom, no one thought that the army had expanded to 10,000 people, and the fierce wind of the Qin Army was even more unprecedented.
This generation of King Qin was also very big. The coalition forces were defeated, and the military strength of the five nations was damaged. No one was sure to withstand Qin's counterattack. Just as the nations were uneasy, the news of King Qin's death came, and he celebrated the wine.
Regardless of how the nations of the people react, Qin's imperialism has indeed taken action.
I have no other reason. This generation of Prince Qin is not the same as before. Xunzi Chu died in his prime. Prince Qin was only 11 years old.
All of a sudden, most of North Korea's eyes fell on Gongzifu.
Xun has even started secretly visiting Qin Guo's prime minister, Lu Buwei, who is now Qin's biggest power minister.
The only thing that is confusing is that Lu Buwei still hasn't reacted so far, everything is just like normal. It seemed sad to see the death of King Qin, and everyone who visited was behind closed doors.
What Lu Buwei is like, most of the people in the North Koreans know about it, they are a real businessman, they are enthusiastic about power.
如今 But now he has made a clean gesture, as if he is afraid of being beaten.
Since Lu Buwei is so, those who are interested can only find another way and start to gang in secret. They are convinced that there will be great movements in the future.

Gu Nan was sitting at the table. The tea on the table had been left for a long time, and the heat from the warm tea had already dispersed and became cold water.
Rarely she arrived early today, but Zheng Zheng did not.
A gust of wind blew a white petal to the side of the cup, Gu Nan stretched out two fingers, and lifted the petals and turned gently in his hand.
Snow white petals slowly turned, but attracted a butterfly to fly, the white butterfly stopped on Gu Nan's hand, stretching wings in front of the petals.
I like to be obsessed with that petal.
Gu Nan looked at the butterfly for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.
Vanessa loves flowers. I often hear the guy hanging on his lips. I want to come, I really like it.
"Long years are like hemp. If you really come again, you won't be born in this troubled world."
The butterfly fluttered its wings and disappeared before flying towards the flowers and trees.
Gu Nan picked up the tea cup in front of him, and brought it to his mouth.
"Mr. Gu." Zheng Zheng's voice sounded behind Gu Nan.
Gu Nan turned his head back, and the boy lowered his eyes, as if he had grown up a lot overnight, and was no longer like the child.
"Here it is." Gu Nan was trying to reach out and rest on his head, but stopped again. The teenager in front of him was really no longer a child.
I took my hand back and Gu Nan smiled. She knew what she might say at this time, but she was not a good speaker, and when she reached her mouth, she didn't know what to say.
He finally said, "Sit down."
Xu Zheng nodded, sitting at the table with redness in his eyes.
After Xunzi Chu's death ~ EbookFREE.me ~ left him a box of brief books.
Since I was a child, Xun Zichu doesn't seem to have much time with him. He always seems to have something to do. People who can't see can never find time to meet him.
Until last night, a secret guard suddenly appeared, and he didn't know that his father had left something for him.
What he didn't expect was that what was recorded on the Jianshu made him read all night.
There is no detail in the matter. It records the life experience of twenty-six important members of the imperial court. It also marks them as credible or not, and whether they can consider it.
I wrote about the differences in the political affairs of the DPRK in recent years.
I have written future administrative suggestions and can do so in the future.
I wrote all the orders in the army and the current situation in the world.
I seemed to be afraid that I didn't write it clearly enough, and the corners of the short book were filled with small fine characters and annotations. I could see that it was made up again and again.
There are some stingy words, but I'm trying my best to be more friendly, and I also add a few daily jingles: I should get up early in the morning, rest early in the evening, and add clothes when it's cold. It reads weird.
Like a father who does n’t know what to say, tells his child what he has learned, everything he can teach the child, everything he should tell, and wants to say what he wants to say at once Understand the same.
He is as if he was right next to Zheng Zheng, and he carefully handed over the gains of his life into his hands.
Hold a box of bamboo slips, more than thirty volumes, and Zheng Zheng didn't rest.
When I watched it, it was just outside.
Xuan Guang penetrated the window and shone on the bamboo slips. According to the last few strokes, the ink marks did not seem to dry, but the old people had disappeared.