The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 490 Korea, Korea

As she spoke, Honglian's beautiful eyes were filled with water as she looked at Ying Zheng infatuatedly. Her pair of bright and beautiful eyes contained infinite love, and she whispered softly, "Please, my king, give me another child."

At some point, the red lotus waist belt had fallen off and the pink clothes had floated down.

Ying Zheng's heart was moved. How could he not love such a red lotus?

Madam Mingzhu was so shocked by today's news that her head felt dizzy. Even though she was always calm and resilient, the news she received today still confused her mind for a long time.

As a result, Ying Zheng was busy, but she was still standing there stupidly, not reacting at all.

It was not until the noise became too loud that Mrs. Mingzhu came to her senses.

Madam Mingzhu's beautiful eyes turned away, and she immediately forgot about Bai Yifei's message.

Cousin, you have been waiting and watching. Now you and Ji Wuye have no chance.

The King of Han sold the Kingdom of Korea for a good price himself. Your current value is nothing to the Qin Dynasty!

We, the Xin family, now have a chance!

The Qin Dynasty expanded its territory in the Western Regions by another 2,000 miles, and planned to unify the nine provinces in the future. How could one person rule over such a vast territory?

It must also be divided among the sons!
Son, son, as long as you have a son, he may become a king in the future!

Madam Mingzhu has never been so anxious to have a son with Ying Zheng as she is today.

Looking at the swaying curtains, Madam Mingzhu licked the corners of her purple lips and encouraged herself secretly in her heart: Work hard, Mingzhu, you can do it, you can become a real Mingzhu!

Pearls can only shine brightly under the reflection of the sun!

Mingzhu tore off her purple dress, revealing the secret weapon she had prepared for today.

A black lace outfit with a black bat-shaped bra on the chest connected to the waist with two ribbons. The waist is wrapped with a black ribbon and connected to the hips with a high-quality black lace skirt with floral decorations on it.

The lace skirt on the right leg is slightly longer, and the tightness changes with the movement of the legs. There is a lace strip tied on the left leg.

A pair of tall, slender, jade-like and beautiful legs were wearing black lace stockings, and slender feet were stepping on a pair of black pointed patterned high-heeled sandals.

This secret weapon fully demonstrates the sexy charm of the royal sister, and the color is also a special attack choice against Ying Zheng.

Mrs. Mingzhu always firmly believes in one thing: opportunities are seized by oneself, and only by taking the initiative can one be rewarded.

Madam Mingzhu stroked her flat, white belly and gently bit her lower lip, thinking: Stomach, oh stomach, you have to fight back. It's been so many times, you should also have some feedback. Even if you don't eat enough, you have to show your value. If you show your value now, you can eat more in the future.

The goblin didn't wait and crawled in quickly.

Come on, Mingzhu, you can do it.

Yingge's pretty face became more and more red, but she did not stop her actions and immediately followed without hesitation.

She also really missed him badly.

Besides, what Ying Zheng said today really shocked her. Judging from the current situation, the general, no, Ji Wuye is no longer important.

Mo Ya, Bai Feng and the others can be saved by the king with just one word. The bird in the cage should fly to the wider sky. Even if it is still in a cage, it is a bigger and safer cage.

Ji Wuye is not someone worth risking your life for.

A lot of things happened in one night, and it finally passed. The sunlight shone through the window onto the beautiful woman, casting a layer of golden glow, making her rosy skin even more dazzling.

When Honglian woke up, her lover was still gone, only her sister Mingzhu who was sleeping soundly.

Well, there is also the parrot song.

Sister Mingzhu was too greedy yesterday, it was really too much.

Obviously, I also want to have another son.

It seems that what the king said yesterday really deeply stimulated Sister Mingzhu.

Yes, who doesn’t want to have a child with the king, and have their child become the king in the future?

Honglian sighed deeply, with an unrelieved melancholy in his heart. Even though he had been prepared in his heart, he was still extremely melancholy when his country was really about to disappear into thin air.

Honglian's mind was full of complicated thoughts, and even she herself didn't know what she was thinking.

Honglian finally let out another sigh.

The king has told me so much, and it is time to tell my brother and father the news. I believe that after they know these things, they will finally feel relieved.

This is already the best result.

Since entering Qin, Han Fei found that the work of Anmin Pavilion was very much to his liking. He enjoyed co-compilation of Qin laws with the eminent scholars of Anmin Pavilion and discussing and debating with each other.

They are all knowledgeable, well-read, and talented people with a wide range of knowledge. Only with these talented people can you truly chat together, and everyone's thinking and knowledge are at the same level.

For a smart person like Han Fei, communicating with fools is a painful thing.

Unfortunately, even though there are countless talented people in the world, there are still not many people who can be at the same level as Han Fei.

Only in Anmin Pavilion could Han Fei meet so many masters with whom he could debate and interact, and each of them had his own strengths. By learning by analogy, even he himself made considerable progress.

Also made a lot of new friends.

Moreover, Han Fei's lifelong wish was to truly implement what he had learned and devoted his whole life to integrate into the methods needed by the world in the future.

During this period, Han Fei was extremely enthusiastic about his work and could be said to have devoted himself to it absolutely.

Under Ying Zheng's special care, Han Fei's physical condition also improved. After all, if one is willing to replenish his energy and blood, and his spirit is weak, it can be replenished. In addition, he can do what he likes, so he is naturally refreshed.

However, there was one thing that Han Fei was not very satisfied with, that was that some people in Anmin Pavilion were too martial and martial, which was simply a disgrace to civility. Sometimes they could not win the debate and would resort to violence when they became anxious.

The problem is that Han Fei only knows a little bit about fighting and kicking. He really only knows a little bit.

But some people are very good at physics, and if they can't agree on the Analects, they will also sling insults.

Han Fei was an eloquent man, good at debate, and as writers looked down on each other, he was inevitably competitive. Sometimes when he got too excited, he would argue even without reason.

But sometimes others can't convince him, so he has no choice but to seek the truth.

Several times, Han Fei was beaten badly.

But he was enjoying it.

One day, when Han Fei returned home and received Honglian's letter, his originally good mood suddenly turned into sadness, and he was dazed and silent for a long time.

Even though I had anticipated this day, when it finally came, my heart was still filled with sadness and pain, as if it was being burned by fire.

That was his country, but it was about to be lost.

No matter how much pain, despair, and grief South Korea had caused him.

But that is his country, the legacy of his ancestors.

It is so painful for patriotic people to watch their country disappear into thin air but be unable to do anything about it.

But Han Fei knew that this was already the best result.

It has been quite some time since Han Fei entered Qin State. He has a clear understanding of the strength of Qin State and the Qin King's achievements in both civil and military affairs as well as his great talent and strategy.

The King of Qin had the world in his heart and was broad-minded. He was always moving forward firmly and resolutely on the road to unifying the world, and no one could stop him.

Anyone who stands in his way will be crushed to dust, no matter who they are.

Han Fei wanted to offer his suggestions countless times, for the sake of his country of Han and for his father, the king.

But every time, he suppressed this idea. The memorial had already been written, but Han Fei could not present it.

He knew very well that the result would only be worse after presenting it.

Whether it is himself, South Korea, his father, or even Honglian.

Until now, after reading this letter, Han Fei completely gave up his fantasies and obsessions.

Han Fei burned his own memorial with his own hands.

Han Fei, who had never been drunk before since arriving in Qin, got drunk for the first time.

After getting drunk this time, everything is over and everything will start again.

I don't know when, my face was already covered with tears.

The fall of Han is a cause for mourning, the mountains and rivers have aged over the past century. The ruins of the palace are surrounded by mist, and it is unbearable to see the prosperity swept away.

Sad thoughts are like waves rolling, sad songs are like weeping cold waves. The deep regrets are like the vast ocean, and I look at the cold moon in vain.

South Korea, ah South Korea.

When Han Wangan received Honglian's secret letter, it explained the arrangements for the future of the Han family and the future promises to Huacheng.

The King of Qin's arrangement is very good and decent, and he is worthy of being a wise and benevolent monarch.

But, but.
Even though Han Wangan had made up his mind long ago, he still couldn't hold back his tears. His tears wet the letter, and his hands holding the letter trembled uncontrollably.

The foundation laid by our ancestors was destroyed in our own hands. How can we face our ancestors after our death?
Even if we keep offering sacrifices to our ancestors, how can we be worthy of them?

Ancestors, father, what else can Han An do?

If they continue to resist, the Han family will be completely destroyed.

King Han An cried out in grief, unable to control himself, and wailed alone in the deep palace.

King An of Han subsequently fell seriously ill and had to recuperate, temporarily postponing his plan to enter Qin.

Ying Zheng is now meeting with other people.

The envoys from the Western Regions countries finally arrived.

The visitors were all high-ranking officials of a country. Even if they were not kings, they were princes, chiefs, ministers, priests and other real high-ranking figures.

Each of them gritted their teeth and offered the best treasures and many specialties of their country. More than 60 countries, with a group of nearly a thousand people, prepared generous gifts and came to Qin in a mighty force.

Originally, this group of people gathered in Loulan in a mighty manner, and Feng Chenghui thought they were enemies. Although the spies reported that there were not many people, Feng Chenghui was always cautious and still gathered the young men to prepare for the battle.

Although Feng Chenghui did not have time to deal with these small countries in the Western Regions for the time being, he was aware of what he would do in the future and had been keeping an eye on developments in the Western Regions.

This group of people gathered together, Feng Chenghui really thought they were going to attack, after all, there was a fierce tiger next to him, who could be at ease? It was understandable that he wanted to strike first.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that these were the leaders of the countries in the Western Regions, and they were preparing to pay homage to the king.

These small countries are really sensible and voted directly!
The tribute has been prepared, and now they come to me to ask to enter Qin.

(End of this chapter)