Chapter 185: : Long drunk, wake up

Xunzheng had the tablet handed in by the housemaid in the morning. [No Popup Novel Network]
Take a sip of warm water.
The weather was getting colder, warm water spread into the throat, and a white mist was scattered in the cup.
Letter from Han Fei.
Xunzheng shook his head helplessly. Is this really the case for a perishing country?
The tablet flipped open and made a rolling noise.
It was not until Zheng Zheng finished reading that the books were closed.
It is impossible for Han Fei to persuade Yunzheng. Even so, he is still working for the empty and empty strategy of keeping Han.
He is an idealist, a master of law, but he is not a wise man.
Putting everything in for an impossible goal, this is not something a smart person would do.
Maybe the same is true of Han Fei in real history. As a stuttering man, he is difficult to express, but he only writes eloquent articles based on his passionate macro, only wants to prosper his country . Incompetent to reform, the enemy looked around, and went to Qin alone, in order to preserve Korea and survive. It's just a persistent or stupid person.
Han Zheng ordered Han Fei to be imprisoned.
The light in the prison was dim, and only a small window seemed to cast a low light. The light cast a square light on the ground.
The hay underneath had a moldy smell and the air was cold.
Han Fei was no longer wearing a Chinese suit, and became a gray prison uniform. But he was still so calm and with that chuckle.
The door opened in the jail's narrow lane, followed by footsteps.
Footsteps echoed in the narrow lane, getting closer and closer.
A man stood there, and the sunlight from the small window on the wall illuminated his half body.
Holding a jug of wine and a wine glass in his hand.
Han Fei turned his head, looked at the man, stood up, and thoughtfully, "Brother."
Liz looked at the man in jail. Although the man in front of him was wearing a prison uniform, he was still the handsome man, totally not like he was in jail.
He shook his head with a smile: "You look like this everywhere."
He motioned for the jailer, who nodded and opened the door.
The chain rang softly, and Liz entered the cell, sat cross-legged, and placed the wine glass and wine on the ground.
Han Fei also sat down and sat in front of Li Si.
The light from the small window illuminated the two sides' faces.
At that time, they were often like this, sitting and studying.
Han Fei looked at Li Si with a smile, and looked at the jug in front of him with a smile. He only knew that Li Si hadn't come to him for a drink this time, but had to send him a ride.
Li Si didn't speak for a long time until he spoke, his voice was a bit low.
"Brother, have you already determined your will?"
Han Fei smiled arrogantly: "Dedication to serve the country is a matter of death."
Liz nodded.
"Hello wine. I've searched Xianyang. This one should be the best."
He picked up the jug and handed it to Han Fei.
"Oh?"
Han Fei picked up the jug and said with nostalgia: "Brother never gave me wine."
Li Si's drooping corner of his mouth tilted a bit.
Han Fei shook his head: "Drinking alcohol."
Then he looked at Li Si and smiled, "Have you heard of that, someone said that one's last glass of wine will be the taste of his life."
"I'm curious, what will it taste like mine."
Li Si stunned for a long time, did not speak, and finally just picked up the wine glass in front of him and handed it to Han Fei.
Han Fei took the wine glass, the jug tilted, the water flowed out, and the wine scented.
The sound of the note was loud.
It's like pouring the life of a drinker into it.
Raising the glass, Han Fei brought it to his mouth and drank it.
The wine enters the throat, but the taste is mixed, and I don't understand.
In the end it becomes blind, like bitterness,
"What does it smell like," Li Si asked quietly.
Han Fei's eyes flowed with tears.
Seems to be lonely, to be relieved.
"bitter."
He finally stopped laughing.
The sight in front of him was blurred. He seemed to see something. The building stood tall, the voices were flowing, there was no wind and rain, and a flourishing scene.
He turned his head and walked down the window, looking at the light that day, and said loudly.
"I seem to think of it."
Li Si turned his head along his gaze, and the light dazzled him, squinting his eyes: "What is it?"
"Thousand words, maybe, I can add a sentence." Han Fei's voice was awkward, somewhat unclear.
"Kyushu Yuji, Baijun Qin Bing ..."
"I seem to see ..."
Han Fei looked at the world in front of him and smiled.
Li Si took a deep breath and nodded: "I will write this for you."
With that said, he stood up and turned to leave.
"Lice!"
Han Fei roared behind him, exhausted all his strength, and echoed in jail.
Lee's figure was at the door of the cell.
Looking at his back, Han Fei saw in the vague eyes a world worthy of entrustment.
He said as best he could.
"Don't forget what you said, it must be a prosperous world!"
"Well," Li Si said lightly, "I remember."
"Speak, do it!"
The figure of Li Si departed, and there was no light in the jail's narrow lane. Only the square light that penetrated the windows of the cell on both sides fell to the ground, and the figure walking in it illuminated once and again.
Han Fei was weak and leaned to the side of the prison softly.
Eyes stared indifferently at the light.
A big dream of life, is it too fast to get drunk?
"Hurry up."
Muttering, he opened his mouth, trying to raise the flask in his hand.
The jug did not reach the mouth, fell from the hand, fell to the ground, and the liquor poured.
The hand fell weakly.
Han Fei leaned silently in jail without closing his eyes, as if staring at something.
Han Fei entered the Qin Dynasty, saying that the Qin Dynasty, Qin Cun and Han did not attack, and in the interest of benefit, Cun Han can convince the public, can not afford soldiers to serve the weak country, if not, worry about the world to fear the Qin invasion.
Li Si bluntly said that Han Fei was seeking for the benefit of Han, and was seeking to slow down his troops and govern the country. When Qin attacked the nations and became weak, he would stand up again.
In October of the year, Qin Wang detained Han Fei and went to jail to give wine and drink ~ EbookFREE.me ~ In the same year, Korean general Ji Wuye died and South Korea had a new general, its name, Wei Zhuang.

It seemed to be cold, and Gu Nan opened his eyes.
The eyes were hazy, but it was already dawn.
The barracks were quiet, and the barracks had not yet been laid. The soldiers rested by the fire.
Turning his head to look around, Wang Yan was sitting there, sleeping heavily.
There seemed to be something on his shoulders, and looking at it, it was a cloak.
Gu Nan smiled slightly, stood up, held his spear, and watched the sun rise between the mountains and the sky in the distance.

Well, the next chapter will be a little bit late.