It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Thick ink poured down like a mountain torrent, the moonlight was as cold as water, it was too quiet and too lonely, countless pairs of eyes were staring at Yunyang Prison in the dark night.

The man walked very lightly, not like a jailer who wanted to torture him.

Until the man's footsteps were heard not far outside his cell door, Han Fei turned his head and calmly spoke to the person behind him.

"You came?"

Li Si looked at the even thinner figure in the prison. Ting Weicheng beside him respectfully followed Li Si's request and set up a small case in a small and solid space. He also thoughtfully ordered someone to add a lamp from Shu. After passing the oil lamp, the bean fat is placed in a small earthenware bowl and a wick is placed for lighting.

The prison, which was still dark just now, is much brighter now, and you can clearly see the expression on the other party's face.

Ting Weicheng has been working for more than ten years and has never seen a more dedicated officer than Li Si.I heard that Li Si was assassinated in Xianyang Palace a few days ago and was almost stabbed to death, with blood flowing all the way.But this did not allow him to ask the imperial censor to take a sick leave. No, he ran non-stop and personally interrogated the most difficult prisoner No. [-] before he could do anything.

Li Si came to the door of the prison and did not dare to set foot on his "territory" for a long time.Why would a noble young man like him turn himself into such a ghostly figure with hanging sash?

"Did you torture him?" Li Si frowned, with a cold light in his eyes.

"No, no, sir, it's just a routine matter." Ting Weicheng explained, "Sir, he confessed too quickly, and he didn't have time to...be punished."

Li Si raised his hand to signal him to stop talking.

He stepped on the withered thatch, slowly lifted up his hem, hiding the stab wound on his waist, and came face to face with Han Fei.

Li Si found that when Han Fei faced him, he was still so proud, and his eyes were still so damn bright, seeming to be laughing at his corruption and willing to surrender to power.

"Since I'm talking to...an old friend today, how can I do it without...drinking?"

After all, Ting Weicheng was a very perceptive person. He understood immediately with his eyes. He moved next to Li Si and said with a smile: "I will go and get wine for Tingwei now."

"No need," Li Si took out a small long-necked pottery bottle from somewhere, and he pulled out the stopper. "Qin wine is strong and turbid, and Mr. Han Fei can't get used to it. I specially brought my hometown wine for you."

After the traditional action of locking the cell door with iron chains was completed, only Li Si and Han Fei were left in the less than five feet of space.

Ting Weicheng quickly slipped into the dark room next door and said, "Master Yao Jia, Master Ting Wei has already started."

Yao Jia had just returned the lamp and was pacing. Hearing this, Yao Jia stroked his beard and thought that Li Si was finally cruel and that the poison he had been searching for for half a month was not in vain.

Yao Jia's face was filled with joy and he said several times, "Okay, okay."

The fragrance of chrysanthemum infusion slowly pours from the mouth of the bottle into the black bowl.

The clear water was marked with the red light of candlelight, and the faint fragrance of autumn chrysanthemum lingered on the tip of Han Fei's nose, which reminded Han Fei of that autumn night in Lanling.

——"Senior brother, if you are the king of Han, I will be your prime minister. How about I and you be a wise king and a good prime minister?"

——"Li Si. Don't mess around." He raised his hand and brushed away the yellow chrysanthemum petals that had been blown everywhere by the wind.

——Young Li Si laughed and poked the drunk little Zheng Guo beside him, "Do you think I am right?"

——Zheng Guo was still building a bridge there, not listening to what he was saying at all. He turned his head sideways and hesitated two words.

——Li Si stared at Han Fei with vigor, looking left and right. Even when Zheng Guo next to him vomited all over, he pretended not to see it.

——"I said, Brother Li, if you look at it again, Brother Han will be exposed by you." Zhang Cang, who was sitting a little further away, finally put down Qu Yuan's manuscript in his hand and put Zheng Guo away from the case.

Han Fei picked up the bowl of sake in front of him, and the memory of ten years ago suddenly reappeared and disappeared in an instant.

"Drinking magnolias in the morning with falling dew, dining with autumn chrysanthemums in the evening." Han Fei did not stutter when he said Qu Yuan's poem, "I didn't expect that Tingwei... would still be so leisurely and relaxed today."

Li Si watched Han Fei pick up the wine bowl as he was minding his own business.

Han Fei put the edge of the bowl to his lips without a moment's hesitation, just as he was about to drink.

Li Si grabbed his wrist, "Why do you have to plead guilty?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Han Fei's mouth. He looked at the solemn expression of the person in front of him calmly. Of course he knew what this bowl of wine represented.

"Plead guilty?... If you want to add guilt... why bother..." Han Fei chuckled, "Tingwei, aren't you just here to give me a good time? Why bother asking other things? As early as... in Zhangtai Palace That rainy night, everything should have ended..."

"Have you ever thought about it?" Li Si was injured a lot and his body was very weak. Han Fei only had to twist it with a little force and he couldn't resist it. His arms affected the wounds on his body and opened several more.

Ying Hehua's words were like hands pushing him to look directly at his heart.

Li Si was worried, and with a heavy hand, he knocked the wine from Han Fei's hand.

Drinks flew everywhere.

Li Si's broken shadow was split into several large pieces by the pottery shards.

How much he wanted to see himself clearly in this life, so much.

Han Fei silently watched Li Si's weird body movements as he looked at the mess.

Li Si picked up the wine on the case. He knew that the amount of poison in it was not large, not to mention that the bottle of Gelsemium antidote was placed in his lapel.

But Li Si, who had become a habit of calculating, would use this behavior to test Han Fei as usual. This was a thinking routine that he couldn't control himself.

"I finally found this opportunity, what are you doing now?" Han Fei's tone was calm, and he calmly faced Qin's murderous intentions from all directions.

Han Fei never thought that he would leave Xianyang alive. He was determined to go back from the moment he left South Korea. What greeted him in Xinzheng was his body.

"Did you know that this prison was once the place where Lord Shang lived." Li Si suddenly spoke and said this nonsense.

"Ting Weicheng told me on the first day I was imprisoned."

Han Fei's sorrowless eyes were so calm that Li Si couldn't help but wonder: When Shang Yang was about to die, and when Bai Qi was about to die, would he have the same look in his eyes?

Han Fei's eyes fell on the flickering candlelight, which made him as bright as the bright moon.

"The things in my mind are too similar to King Qin's. He won't let me live too long."

"Have you ever thought that I won't kill you."

"...My death in your hands has a beginning and an end." Han Fei smiled lightly and filled up the wine on his own, "Although Shang Yang died... Qin's law will not be destroyed. If I die today, my magic will not be destroyed."

At this moment, Li Si finally admitted that he had lost completely.

Han Fei's eyes contained endless hope.

At this moment, he finally understood that Han Fei had always been Han Fei and he had never changed.

The shackles of blood have become shackles, which is his fate as a Korean prince.

In order to bear this fate, he was willing to die.

But Li Si would never give up his life.

He, Li Si, has always been such a selfish person.

"Senior brother. If you had known that we would end up like this when Lan Ling said goodbye, would you have killed me first?"

The Qiuju wine with winter snow slid down his throat, and the complete coldness invaded every inch of his skin.

Han Fei found it difficult to breathe, and he began to feel that the picture in front of him became blurry.

When his consciousness dissipated, he looked at Li Si's confused face and smiled: "If this is the ending, then I might still teach you."