Chapter 175: ： 1 country

王 King Han sits in a small pavilion. Outside the pavilion, the musician's fingers gently wave the strings in front of him.
In the pond beside the pavilion, fish swim in the water, causing waves of water to appear on the water surface, disturbing the peaceful waves.
The gentle wind was twirling around Han's clothing corner, and everything seemed to be peaceful.
A person walked in from outside the courtyard, Gong Wei didn't stop, apparently got the answer from King Han.
As the man entered, the violinist's sound stopped, making the courtyard quiet.
"Don't stop, continue." Han Wang's voice came.
The musician nodded in panic, and continued to put his hands on the piano.
However, King Wang did not seem to be as calm as he was on the surface, and the bamboo slip in his hand was shaking erratically, and he could see the impatience in his heart, and the sound of the piano could not be calmed.
The person who walked in stood in front of the pavilion, half-knelt down, resting his hands in front of him, and putting a roll of text on it.
"King, Zhao Qing."
"Um." The bamboo slip in Han Wang's hand stopped shaking, stopped, put the bamboo slip on the table and stretched out a hand.
"Come on."
The half-kneeling man got up, bowed his head, walked to the king of Han, put Wen Jian in the hand of the king, and then stepped back a few steps to go back, kneeling there and stopped talking.
The sound of the piano trembled, and Han Wang took Wen Jian and spread it out slowly.
After quietly reading the text on the bamboo slip, Han Wang gave a bitter smile.
It should be a bitter laugh, or a natural laugh.
He should have guessed this result, but it was not the result he wanted.
Yan Guolian joined Qin, attacked Zhao, and became a siege. Zhao Guo had no chance of winning.
It was only Qin Guoyi's army. Even if South Korea united with Zhao Guo, it would be difficult to have a battle, not to mention Yan Guo.
After all, South Korea is only the end of the Seven Kingdoms, but it is in the center of the world.
There is no military power in the hand, but in the end it can only be left at the mercy of people, dare to be angry and dare not speak.
"King?" The man kneeling there raised his head and asked tentatively, "King, how can I wait?"
He should be a close friend of Han Wang. Although he added a word, Han Wang did not get angry.
I just leaned on the shore of my table, listening to the sound of the piano, and the water was endless.
What can we do if we cannot do anything?
King Han finally made a decision, and he wanted to keep it in South Korea, and there was only this option.
"go with."
He picked up a bamboo slip on the table and handed it out.
In fact, he has already prepared two essays for the Qin Dynasty. He has prepared two copies.
Today's situation, it seems that another share is not used.
"Submit this article to Qin Guogui."
"By the way, take my spear, and when you hear that the trap leader will use the spear, give him the spear and let him take care of Korea in front of King Qin."
After Han Wang said this sentence, it was as if he could no longer say anything. He just held the desk case and looked pale.
The man snored for a while and nodded.
The sound of the piano continued, and King Han's body leaned against it, looking up tiredly.
Outside the kiosk, there are boundless clouds.
Korea.
King Han squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth. The name of Jin Han is already a joke.
Even if we compromise with Qin this time, how many years is left for South Korea?
He knows that there is no talent and no virtue, but if the ancestor Jiang Shan is overthrown with his hands, and the South Korean people and his hands are displaced again, what face will he call himself the King of Han.
He is incapable of accomplishing great things, but he knows at least one thing. Being a king, he bears the weight of a country.

"Are you from South Korea?" Gu Nan took the bamboo slip from the sudden guest.
"In addition." The comer nodded and waved his hand behind him, and the two guards came in with a long box.
"Mr. Han Wang heard that Mr. Spear was good at using spears, but he did not have a sharp weapon in his hands. He sent this spear to Mr. and asked him to take care of him in front of King Qin."
Gu Nan's gaze fell on the box, and he gave a faint response: "I know, South Korea treats me as a concierge, and I will report it truthfully. As for this spear, let's forget it."
"King of Han said that this spear was not a gift from South Korea to show respect to Shangguigui. It was also written in the replies. It was not a personal gift. Please do n’t worry.
"In the future, South Korea will send another ambassador to Da Qin to send a national gift to King Qin."
Gu Nan was silent for a long time: "Well, put it here."
"So, Mr. Xie."
The man bowed and saluted, leaving with his followers.
Gu Nan didn't read Han Wang's letter. This is Wang Shu. She had better not read it in a mess.
As for the content written in it, it is estimated from the attitude of Han Wang that he can also know what it is.
He also sent a spear deliberately.
I heard that South Korea's smelting technology was very advanced during the Warring States Period. It has the world-famous Yiyang Iron Mountain and has iron weapons.
I don't know if it is true.
Gu Nan came to the box and leaned down to open the wooden box. The lid was opened, and a cold air burst out.
A bright silver Morin spear lies in it and is divided into three sections, which need to be connected to form a spear.
But it is forged from fine iron. It is too difficult to directly forge a spear with fine iron, so it is divided into three sections. But even so, spears made of copper and iron are rare in the world.
Glyphed notation, the spearhead is heavy but still sharp, and the atmosphere is still beautiful.
Holding the spear together in his hand, it was more than two meters long, which was shorter for Gu Nan, who was used to the spear.
But heavier weight, just right in the hand.
King Han really had good intentions.
Gu Nan shook her head, took the spear apart, put it back in the box, and closed it.
The national gift is given to the messenger. How does the messenger handle himself?
Turning it back is ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Zilanxuan, Wei Zhuang is sitting at his table with the delicate wooden box on the table.
In front of him, Han Fei sat there, casually holding the jug in his hand and drinking.
Suddenly, he grinned and smiled at Wei Zhuang with a hip flask.
"The military concubine has already had results. Today, I also asked Brother Zhuang to follow me to the General's Mansion. I asked Brother Zhuang to watch a good show."
"Um." Wei Zhuang glanced at him and nodded, picking up the wooden box in front of him and preparing to put it back.
Han Fei curiously looked at the wooden box and asked, "I often watch Brother Zhuang daze at this wooden box. What is in this wooden box?"
"You don't need to know."
Wei Zhuang replied, placing the wooden box in front of the strange sword.
"Looking at the length of the wooden box looks like a sword." Han Fei smiled, his eyes fell on the strange sword beside the wooden box: "But brother Wei Zhuang already has such a weapon. The other sword is so heartfelt? "
"Is this a gift from an old man?"
"Speak a few words, you will not die." Wei Zhuang turned back calmly and sat back in front of Han Fei.
"Haha, what I don't know in this world is always irritating, isn't it?"
Wei Zhuang raised his eyes and agreed with Han Fei's words: "It is true." 8)