"So, the king really can't last May?" The fisherman added another piece of pine to the hearth, and this pine wood burned most violently. The rosin also smells good, much better than the smoking coal.

"I'd have seen enough, if it weren't for my strong body. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive in March, and I'm afraid that Daqin will be turbulent again! Yun Yue stretched out her hand close to the fire, and the real dripping water in Pingliang City after the winter solstice turned into ice. This year's winter was exceptionally cold, but fortunately, the newly built houses in Pingliang were all brick houses. Otherwise, someone will freeze to death.

Yun Yue was afraid of hearing dead people now, and every time Ping Liang died, his heart twitched. Lack of people!

"They upset theirs, let's do ours. In this troubled world, only strength is sustained, and everything else is in vain. Master Geng is working overtime to burn bricks and cement, but unfortunately he can't build a house in this winter. At the beginning of spring next year, the families of the veterans will come one after another. You need a house! Now we have enough food and wealth. But there's a shortage of people. Especially after the Qiang people are almost dead, now they can only guarantee the labor in the mines. Others, there is a shortage of people everywhere. Wei Fang complained to Yun Yue, don't talk about Pingliang now. Even in the hundreds of miles around Pingliang, there is no trace of the Huns and Qiang.

Yun Yue is now famous in the Hetao grassland. The herdsmen hid their grazing, and the Hei tribe, whose vitality was greatly damaged, also migrated north. It seems that this year's winter will run north of the Yellow River.

The Yellow River is rich in nine songs, and the vast Hetao grassland is rich in water and grass, and the land is fertile. It is an excellent place for both farming and grazing. What a pity! Pingliang occupies only a small corner of the Hetao grassland, most of which is still in the hands of the Huns. Further west, is the territory of the Yue people and the Qiang people.

Of course, this is now only known to Yun Yue. Even the erudite Li Si didn't know what was going on in the Western Regions. It is only a general knowledge that there is still a vast land to the west. It's just that the population of the Huaxia tribe is not enough to fill their land, let alone conquer from afar.

"No way! In this section, the Huns traded liquor with the Huns, and only exchanged for a thousand people. All suffered with the Huns, and their bodies were greatly damaged. Without a month or two, I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover. Just take advantage of this winter and let them slow down.

Master Hou, you taught the Huns a good lesson last time. Now they are finally willing to trade with us with sturdy slaves. The old man asked these people, most of them are Zhao, Wei, and Han, and there are very few Qin people!

It's ridiculous to say, they are also descendants of the Three Jin Dynasty. The Wei people actually opened their borders and let the Huns go to Korea to plunder. In exchange, the Huns were guaranteed not to harass the Wei. It seems that South Korea is weak, and all countries are trying to weaken South Korea. The Huns plundered people. The Wei people seized land. Now there is another Mengfu, and the Korean land is lively! "Li Si was a little gloating, he was living in South Korea back then, which was really sad. Let the vindictive Li Si let go of his hatred, it is simply a fish with a cat.

"In these years, Duba is looking forward to the early death of others. What national righteousness, what courtesy, righteousness and shame have been cut out of the clouds! The nine-prince princes like Qi Huan can no longer be found. The Celestial Fang sighed. He was originally from Wei. is quite familiar with the internal affairs of Wei, and the king of Anli favors Longyang Jun. The two of them played in the palace with their backs to the mountain. The poor son of Xinling Jun Wuji, if he wants to lead the army, he has to play a trick of stealing talismans to save Zhao.

Speaking of South Korea, Yun Yue's heart suddenly lit up. I couldn't help asking: "Who has been to South Korea, do you know a person named Han Fei?" ”

"Master Hou knows about Han Fei?" Several old foxes present, plus Li Si, a middle-aged fox, looked at Yun Yue together.

"Uh...... Just heard of it...... Heard! "Being asked a little hairy by the gang of people, Yun Yue can only push the rumors to the market.

"Han Fei is a Korean royal family. His views seem to be quite identical to those of Shang Jun. When Li Si was in South Korea, he had met Han Feiqi. is indeed a suave and handsome son, but it's a pity! King Han doesn't seem to like Han Fei, and even within the royal family, he is often ostracized. Depressed. Some time ago, I heard people from South Korea say that he often buys drunk prostitutes from high-rise buildings, which seems to have the intention of indulging in landscapes. "Li Si and Han Fei should be regarded as classmates, and their teachers are Xunzi.

However, when Li Si was studying at Xunzi, he didn't seem to have met Han Fei. But after arriving in South Korea, I saw Han Feiqi. I think it should be the Xunzi Prime Minister Training Course, graduates of different sessions!

"The old man has also seen Han Fei, and this person advocates strict punishment and strict law. It is indeed no different from Shang Jun's opinion, but I heard that he is a rigid person. It doesn't seem like a person who likes to drink and prostitute, and it is estimated that he should not be liked by King Han, and his ambitions have nowhere to play. For the sake of self-abandonment! ”

The fisherman traveled all over the world, and South Korea naturally also went there.

I have long known that Han Fei is not treated by King Han, so I don't want him to be decadent in Xinzheng. If you get it yourself, you will be stereotyped. That feeling is good, a representative of Legalism. Then give Lao Tzu the job of the president of the Supreme Court, although this law is different from the other law, but the same way. Who made this gentleman's thinking super avant-garde, the Warring States period was like engaging in a legal society.

You told those nobles to put your rights in the cage of the system, and those nobles didn't cut off your head, it was already for the sake of Han Fei is royal family.

"It's a pity! Pity! Hou Ye is only a liehou, otherwise it would be appropriate to ask Han Fei to enter Pingliang to preside over the punishment. Li Si looked like a human spirit, and as soon as Yun Yue said that this old boy saw through Yun Yue's thoughts.

The candle flame in the Chengming Hall was swaying, and the huge candle mountain seemed to have never been extinguished. Qiandu stood in front of the collapse with a melancholy face, and the thick smell of decoction wafted from the hall. Bitter and bitter, it seems to have a faint hint of sweetness.

Jing Er walked into the main hall and went straight to King Zhuangxiang's couch. King Zhuang Xiang on the couch was pale, without the slightest glory of the past.

"Meet Father!" Although he was shouted by Zhao Ji, Jing Er still had a little expectation in his heart. Growing up, he had only one older brother. First I had a mother, then I had a father. He enjoys the love that he has never had before, and this love is precipitated in his heart.

Now that seemingly powerful man actually fell, Jing Er didn't understand until this time. I don't know when I have some attachment to this man who claims to be my father.

Just in front of this Chengming Palace, he also taught himself to practice swordsmanship hand in hand. But now, he can't even hold a sword.

"Zheng'er is here, my father is fine, as long as I rest for a while, I will still be the king of Great Qin. Lone will also take you to Shanglin Yuan to hunt and go boating in Ganquan Palace. It's okay...... It's okay......! "There was not a trace of blood on the emaciated hand, and it was cold and cold to the touch on Jing Er's head, no different from the hand of a dead man.

"It's good that my father is fine, and I will be better when my father is better. Let's go hunting in Shanglin Garden and go boating in Ganquan Palace. Jing Er's words were filled with a whimper. He already knew from the mouth of the imperial doctor, after returning from Yongdu. Zhuang Xiangwang's condition not only did not improve, but also had a tendency to deteriorate. The imperial doctor ordered that the consequences of this continuation are unpredictable!

I know my own affairs, where can King Zhuang Xiang not know his condition. The nosebleeds are always bleeding, and so are the gums. Sometimes, eating a meal is like swallowing blood. When you bite into an apple, the blood stains on it are shocking.

"Don't cry your nose, you're the prince. In the future, he will be the king of Great Qin, the king of my old Qin people, who has gone through hardships to expand his territory and will not regret his death. The ancestors and ancestors have laid a great territory for you, and my son should sweep away the unification of China and fulfill the last wishes of my ancestors. Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......! ”

King Zhuang Xiang coughed heartbreakingly, and blood stains flowed from the corners of his mouth. Qiandu hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, "It's also Lonely's wish!" Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......! There was another heart-rending cough, and the snow-white handkerchief was covered with blood.

"Father......!" Jing Er couldn't bear it anymore, and pea-sized tears slipped down his face one by one. If you are not really sad, it is absolutely impossible to cry to this point.

Now Jing Er knows, I don't know when it started. He has really regarded King Zhuang Xiang as his father, this person taught himself to learn calligraphy and teach himself to shoot and hunt. A man who cares for himself is his father.

"Don't cry...... Don't cry...... The king of the old Qin people can't cry! We, the old Qin people, shed blood, sweat and do not shed tears. Remember! Defend Lao Qin, restore my rivers and mountains, blood will not be dried, and the battle will not end! Old Qin, restore my mountains and rivers, the blood will not be drained, and the battle to the death will not stop!

Our fathers and fathers sang such war songs, defeating one powerful enemy after another. From the Inujung people, all the way to the princes of the kingdoms. There is today's Great Qin, I must remember! King Zhuang Xiang's mouth was full of blood, but his face was flushed when he recited. The provocative sentence stirred his heart, as if he was nostalgic for his ancestors who were killed on the battlefield.

"Old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains, blood will not be dried, and the battle will not stop! Old Qin, restore my mountains and rivers, the blood will not be drained, and the battle to the death will not stop! Jing Er read along with tears in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried. The tears can't be held back, but the more they chant, the more they rain.

At first, he was the only one who chanted, but later it seemed that the ancestors of the entire Chengming Hall were chanting. Between the roof tiles, the war songs of the old Qin people echoed.

Defend Lao Qin, restore my rivers and mountains, blood will not be dried, and the battle will not end! Old Qin, restore my mountains and rivers, the blood will not be drained, and the battle to the death will not stop!

At this moment, the Chengming Hall seemed to come to life, and the ancestors of the past dynasties seemed to walk out of the tablet. Look at this descendant who is about to succeed to the throne, and the descendant who is about to become a tablet with them.

King Zhuang Xiang's eyes were obsessed, and he listened to the chanting that kept echoing in the main hall as if he was fascinated. Then he fell heavily and slammed his head on the pillow.

Mountains and rivers are forever silent! (To be continued.) )