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When Han Fei came to the door, Yu Zishi was a little surprised.

In the night, a man with a high crown and wide sleeves stands at the foot of the steps, the moonlight is like water, the son is unparalleled.Behind him stood a woman in blue clothes, with a plain face, like a lotus like a face and a willow like an eyebrow.There was a distance between the two of them that wasn't too close or too far. On the dark long street, even the shadows of the two of them were just right enough that they didn't stick together.

"Master Zhao, after thinking about it, I think you are the only one who is trustworthy in Daqin." With a faint smile on his face, Han Fei looked at Yu Zishi who was leaning calmly on the door.

Yu Zishi glanced at the woman behind Han Fei. To his surprise, he had seen the woman, the maid who handed him water in Ye Ting, her face became more and more beautiful under the dim moonlight, and Yu Zishi was a little dazed seeing it .After a while, he looked away and looked at Han Fei in front of him, "I remember, I don't know Master Han very well, right?"

"It's a great pity to say."

"Master Han is a person who wants to do great things, and I can't afford to be a lowly official." Yu Zishi leaned on the door with his elbows and looked at the sky. Visit me at night, Zhao Gao."

"I have something to ask." Han Fei said calmly, meeting Yu Zishi's slightly frivolous gaze.

Are you welcome?Yu Zishi looked at Han Fei's face, which is quite reasonable?He almost understood in his heart that Han Fei was planning to do something big, and before he left, he begged himself to take in this lonely and helpless woman.He was relieved to give such a beauty to him, seeing the woman's appearance, Yu Zishi was a little worried about himself.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Since Han Fei was not polite, so was he.Everyone knows what kind of identity this woman is, he doesn't want to pick up this hot potato, and he doesn't want to pick up such a beautiful potato.

"The adults are joking."

The corner of Yu Zishi's mouth twitched, he seemed to be joking?Seeing the spirit of the sick young master Han, Yu Zishi sincerely pointed out the way for him, "Han Fei, take her away, I can't keep this person, and I'm afraid of death .While you still have breath, leave Xianyang, and Han Fei and Princess Dahan will be gone in this world, so go live your life."

Han Fei laughed softly, and he sighed softly, "It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't." The wind gently rolled up Han Fei's clothes, and he stood upright, so thin that he seemed to be blown by a gust of wind Walk.

Very interesting person.Yu Zishi thought to himself, it's a pity that he won't live long.He glanced sideways at the woman, and said to Han Fei, "That's all right. If you can give me a reason to convince me, I'll keep her."

The wind in the long night was bleak and lonely, and the nobleman from a foreign country smiled gently, and said, "I heard something along the way, saying that members of the Lu family are the last literati in the Qin Dynasty, and Lu Buwei is the last confidant of scholars in the world. Xiang Lu After death, the scholars and scholars in this world are all the playwrights of the emperor's family. Thousands of people in Shu cry for Lu Xiang, Mr. Zhao, do you think they are crying for the half of the loess, or are they crying for the collapse of the world's scholars? backbone?"

"What do you mean?" Yu Zishi's eyes sharpened in an instant, and there seemed to be frost and snow in his eyes.

"Lu's Spring and Autumn Period has a saying that the world is not ruled by one person, but by tens of thousands of people. This is really good. I have never seen such a rampant scholar. Civil servants in troubled times are not empty words. Li Si wants to make the world one. It depends on the law, but the law depends on the emperor. From now on, the world will be the emperor's world, do you really agree?" The man fixedly looked at Yu Zishi, who was famous for his legalism in history and asked word by word. Yuzi style.

Do you really agree?

After a long time, two crisp applause sounded in the long night, and Yu Zishi clapped his hands and smiled, "It's really speechless."

Sure enough, he pointed out the most fatal point of Li Si's theory.Li Si's law suppresses civil servants, scholars, military generals, and people, but only the emperor is forgotten. His world is not the world of law, but the world of emperors.

Yu Zishi agreed, and Lu Buwei in the jar also disagreed.So he asked the man, "If you don't agree, what can you do?"

"Abandon the filth without being strong, why not change it again? Take a gallop and gallop, come and guide my husband first." Han Fei read it again softly, "Come, my guide my husband first."

Looking at the pair of bright eyes in the night, Yu Zishi was a little convinced, he stretched out his hand and opened the door, "Come in."

Han Fei finally turned his head to look at the woman, who slowly climbed up the stairs.She didn't glance at Han Fei, and Han Fei didn't look up.Finally, the woman stood on the long steps, stopped a moment before stepping through the gate, and turned her head.

Han Fei supported his knees and knelt, "Han Fei, my humble minister, bid farewell to Your Royal Highness."

"Get up." After an unknown amount of time, the woman said calmly.

Han Fei got up, and the two of them were separated by more than ten steps. They were speechless, and he finally looked up as if he had mustered up a lot of courage.The woman had already turned her head and left, and he stood there with his sleeves up, watching the blue back gradually drifting away.

That spring.

"I heard the palace man said, do you have something to say to me?"

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"...Don't you really have a tongue rolling syndrome?"

"Your Highness, I heard that you have been rejected for marriage again."

"..."

"If His Highness does not dislike her, Han Fei is willing to marry His Highness as his wife."

"dislike."

"Your Highness, minister, minister..."

"...But actually, you can force me."

Those old memories faded away one by one, and disappeared one by one.The peach blossoms of that year, the spring breeze of that year, and you and me of that year.Han Fei's eyes suddenly became blurred, and the blue figure finally disappeared from sight.

In the troubled times in the history books, there are always foolish kings and beautiful women, which are sung over and over again. Han Fei thought of King Zhou You on the head of Haojing that year, and remembered the scene of the beacon fire of the princes.Fortunately, he is not an emperor, otherwise he would have planted eight hundred miles of peach blossoms on the battlefield, and exchanged the weapons in the hands of soldiers with peach blossoms.What a ridiculous emperor, what a ridiculous country?

Yu Zishi watched silently from the side, this time I'm afraid it's not a farewell, but a farewell.And this pair of people who have been adhering to the etiquette of the monarch and ministers from the beginning to the end, did not even say a word of respect.

It's probably like this in troubled times, and it's embarrassing.