Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"There is no obstacle to entering Qin from here."

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"Your Majesty, do you expect too much from Yan Ce?"

"Maybe."

The first emperor's eyes glanced at the nervous ovary without leaving a trace, showing a somewhat curious look, smiled lightly, said nothing, and moved his eyes to Mr. Fei next to him.

"I gave Yan Ce a lot of misleading information, but I mentioned the guards of the four gates a few times before. Of course, I only mentioned it lightly. He didn't care. I also regret this."

"Your Majesty mentioned it several times, probably to mislead Yan Ce to focus on the Great Wall Legion. Even Fei never thought that you would zero out Yan Ce's chances of winning from the very beginning." Han Fei sighed: "So, let him lose Once, that's why I was imprisoned."

The First Emperor raised his wine bottle and clinked glasses with his husband, "I know you well, and you will never hate death."

Han Fei closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and then opened them again, "...but getting to know His Majesty is the thing Fei regrets the most in his life."

"Not all gamblers in the world are like this, to fight for a chance."

"But a gambler fights, and the chips he wins are equal to the risk, but what he wants is not the throne, let alone being involved in the power vortex!"

"I know."

The emperor showed a complicated smile and said, "So, I bet on myself."

Chapter 610 The Third Mr. Has No Miserable Records

Han Fei pushed the wine bottle in front of her and looked directly at the emperor.

Zifang who was sitting on the side looked down and saw the wine dripping all over the floor, and silently picked up the rag to clean it up quietly.

The warden and many officials outside the interrogation room crowded the hall, leaving an empty aisle strangely. When they heard the sound of slamming glasses, there was obvious agitation in the crowd.

But soon subsided again.

The crowded space fell into dead silence, eerily quiet.

Han Fei calmed down and sat down again, "Haven't you thought about what if Fusu is really going to do something? Fusu has been with me for ten years, and I know her better than you."

"I know."

"If you don't even give me the slightest help, what if Yan Ce is defeated and dies?"

The emperor raised his wine glass, smiled and said to his husband, "I have thought about it."

Han Fei was slightly taken aback, unable to restrain himself, and after a long silence, asked, "What's the result of thinking about it?"

"Always take a risk...that's the minimum risk."

Han Fei said coldly, "Is this the result?"

The First Emperor asked back, "Is it not a result?"

"...Forget it, what's the point?"

Seeing that Han Fei couldn't understand the confrontation between Chu Jun and Yan Ce, the emperor said lightly, "It's just like your worries at this moment, meaningless."

"I gave him a lot of choices, whether it's becoming the top official, or the commander who leads thousands of soldiers... and countless opportunities to change his choices, all of which he gave up."

"I don't want to understand this, I want my two students to have a good life."

Han Fei shook his head. With her wisdom, she could conceive of countless ways to achieve the goal more gently, instead of creating the despair that almost everyone stood on the opposite side of the young man and threw it in front of him.

"Yingzheng, tell me what is the relationship between Yan Ce and you now."

Hearing Han Fei's direct name without the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers, the emperor did not raise any words of reproach. She and Han Fei called him by their first names a long time ago, and when I think about it, I feel a little nostalgic.

The First Emperor asked, "Is it meaningful?"

"..."

Han Fei picked up the wine bottle that had fallen to the side, and put it away calmly, "The relationship between you is so chaotic, Fusuka may not be stimulated into a potential tyrant if he is in the middle."

The emperor smiled faintly, and said: "Sir, you should rest well during this period, don't worry about state affairs, just wait for the result."

She opened the door and left, her back gradually drifted away, the door of the interrogation room was closed by the jailer, a saint, a future great sage was under house arrest in the dark interrogation room, all food and drink were available, and there were hundreds of rare books of great value The bookshelves are full of books, if it was in the past, it would definitely be the holy place that Han Fei dreamed of.

But now when he saw his surroundings, Mr. Fei couldn't help feeling disgusted and bored. He couldn't read the books of the sages anymore, and the meaning in his eyes was full of worry.

Zifang hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Has the relationship between Shi Huangdi and the Lord always been that way?"

Han Fei didn't answer, and poured himself a drink.

Zi Fang bit her nails and said with difficulty: "Mr. Fei, please allow me to express my own judgment, maybe I think about Emperor Shi Huang a bit darkly."

"Huh? Let's talk about it."

"Compared to the extremely low possibility of death of the lord, sir, you are being thrown into prison by the emperor at this moment. Is it possible that it is to stop Fusu at the last moment, and at the same time, to give everyone an explanation and blame the sir to fool the world."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Han Fei was sober from his indignation. The emperor imprisoned her to cut off Yan Ce's wings, maybe it was to carry a big iron pot in the end, and Yan Ce, her most admired pro-student, was still the spotless "non-stick pot".

Then, as many as one hundred exclamation marks appeared on the sir's cold face.

How could she forget this assumption!