The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 561 The Wind is Whistling and the Yishui River is Cold (asking for a monthly ticket~)

While the State of Yan was making all preparations for the envoys to visit Qin, King Xi of Yan had already secretly sent people to the States of Wei and Chu to discuss an alliance to attack Qin. Of course, he did not say anything specific, only that there might be major changes in the world and asked them to be prepared.

Although the two countries were skeptical, they were really prepared. After all, the world has changed too fast in recent years. The King of Yan's envoy came secretly and solemnly. In addition, it was heard that Yan was going to submit to Qin, which showed that there was a conspiracy. It would not hurt to be prepared.

Although Wei Yong didn't know the underlying cause, he knew that something must be wrong, so he immediately told Da Qin what had happened.

As for Guo Kai, King Xi of Yan also secretly sent someone to contact him, and Guo Kai naturally welcomed him.

Anyway, in his pretended position, Yan Dan represented the State of Yan, and King Xi of Yan represented the State of Yan even more. When discussing this important matter, it would naturally be better to talk to King Xi of Yan, and it could not be said that he had betrayed Yan Dan.

You and your son, a prince and a crown prince, are not one family? Can a crown prince do such a big thing without the support of the prince of Yan?

Before the Yan State delegation set out, the atmosphere in the world was already wrong.

All of Yan Dan's plans, plans that involved too many people risking their lives, were under Ying Zheng's eyes from beginning to end, and were only possible with Ying Zheng's support.

But Yan Dan was completely unaware of this.

Big deal? No, just a big show.

The farce is about to begin.

In the twelfth year of King Zheng of Qin, it was the end of autumn in the ninth month.

Granting clothes, frost order.

At this time, people in the Central Plains just needed to put on more clothes, the southern part of Chu was still breeze-warm, while people in Yan had already put on thick clothes, and people in Liaodong had already put on winter clothes and lit charcoal fires.

The land of Yan State is black.

But now, most of the land is not suitable for survival.

Even on land suitable for survival, life remains difficult for half of the year.

A bitter and cold place. These four words are written with blood and tears.

No, there can be no tears on this land.

Even if your relatives and friends freeze to death or starve to death, you cannot shed tears.

Tears will freeze.

Any trace of weakness will lead to death in the wind and snow.

On a bitter winter day, all colors are covered, leaving only white mountains and black waters.

The suffering of the land of Yan State is a pain that goes deep into the bones. This suffering, like the deep sigh of the earth, is unforgettable for everyone living on this land. The faces of the people are full of fatigue and vicissitudes, and their eyes reveal helplessness and confusion about life.

To squeeze out food and oil for life from the ice and snow requires immense tenacity and perseverance. Every person living in Yan, every person who can survive, is an iron man forged in the extremely cold furnace created by ice and snow.

Such an iron man is not as hard as bronze, not as precious as gold and silver, and not as soft as tin. He is so flexible and has both hardness and tortuous toughness.

Faced with extremely harsh environments, they need flexible and even cunning methods to survive. They cannot confront the power of heaven and earth head-on.

They are often willing to take the initiative to adapt to an environment that cannot be changed, but this does not mean that they are only cunning.

Faced with the capricious natural environment, only flexibility and cunning can help you survive, and this is the way.

The underlying color is tenacity and courage.

A weak person cannot survive in such a bitterly cold place. The snow continues all day long and is bigger than goose feathers, and the accumulated snow is taller than a person.

Fingers, toes, hands and feet, nose and ears, if you don't take good care of them, they will leave your body. No one can be sure whether you can wake up again after falling asleep that night.

In order to fight for a little bit of survival resources, one has to pay the price of blood. Everyone is forced to become the most shrewd businessman and the most ferocious barbarian. If one person's death can save two people, then they have to do it without hesitation. Life is so cheap, and fighting for life is just a common thing.

Everyone fears death, but they have become familiar with it, and death is no longer the most terrifying thing.

In this limited life, a life that is bound to perish, do meaningful things and make your life full of brilliance.

The Yan people are complex because they fear death but always accompany it, they are brave but cunning, they are resolute but cowardly.

There are many generous and tragic people in Yan and Zhao. When there is no way out, there are always brave men one after another singing the songs of their hometown and going forward one after another to win that glimmer of hope.

Death is not the end, death can always bring hope!

However, this does not include the nobles. No matter how cold it is, the nobles can always use the bones and flesh of others to light a fire to keep warm. They are more cunning, treacherous, vicious and cruel, but they do not have the courage to fight to the death.

Finally, the mighty envoys from the State of Yan arrived at the Yishui River from Jidu.

The other side of the Yishui River was once the land of the Yan State, and later became the land of the Zhao State.

And now, it is the land of Qin.

On the other side of the Yishui River, the Yan State only had the city of Sangqiu left, facing the Qin State alone and could fall at any time.

Qin Wuyang was now both excited and nervous, his fists clenched and unclenched, his eyes showing both excitement and nervousness. He seemed to have seen that he could also do something comparable to his grandfather and leave a name in history. But Jing Ke was calm and composed, his face and expression were like the frozen lake, without any ripples.

Yan Dan led his close followers to see him off all the way from Jidu to the Yishui River.

At this point, even though he knew that there was no turning back once the arrow had been shot, and even though he was very confident about this matter, he still felt uncontrollable tension and anxiety in his heart. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Yan Dan's eyes were red and bloodshot, and the emotions in his heart were so complicated that they were difficult to describe.

In the end, he just raised a glass of wine, Jing Ke took it with a smile and drank it all.

The wine of Yan State is rich and sharp. It is like a raging fire rolling down your throat. It is full of punch and a strong burning sensation goes down your throat. It feels as if your throat and esophagus have been licked by a raging fire, and your entire chest and abdomen are burning.

Gao Jianli and Renfeng were inconsolable at this moment, but neither of them said anything. A man should die for loyalty and justice, and die a worthy death. As a close friend, how could they stop him? They only regretted that they could not go with him.

Jing Ke's new wife, Bo Shuang, was pregnant, so he entrusted his wife to his two brothers, knowing that this was a better choice than entrusting her to Yan Dan.

It's not that Bo Shuang didn't have the courage to come and see her off, it's just that she was pregnant and couldn't travel long distances. This woman was a typical Yandi beauty, she was a flower, but also a pine and cypress, no matter what kind of wind and snow, she couldn't be defeated.

Who wouldn't fall in love with a warrior like Jing Ke, such a real man? Even though she knew that Jing Ke had someone else in his heart, Bo Shuang didn't care. Because Jing Ke was already her husband, and they had a blood relationship.

From now on, she will watch over you forever.

Till death do us part.

Jing Ke and his friends did not say a word. After drinking, he smiled at everyone and got on the carriage.

The carriages and horses slowly rushed towards the Qin State, towards Xianyang, towards the destined death.

What needs to be said has already been said. How can real men pretend to be women? Real men don't need to say more about what they understand, and there is no need to say more about what needs to be said.

Perhaps the spirits of Yan also had mercy. Scattered snow fell and wet everyone's clothes. Soon, heavy snow began to fall.

Gao Jianli took off the zither and qin he was carrying, sat cross-legged, and played the zither to see Jing Ke off.

Ren Feng's eyes were filled with tears. Accompanied by the music of the zither, he sang loudly: "The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold. Once the warrior leaves, he will never come back!"

Tears were falling uncontrollably.

Everyone who was seeing him off was already glaring with anger and their hair was standing on end.

Xia Fu, Yan Dan's personal guard, was a burly man with a handsome face. He was a good friend of Jing Ke. As Ren Feng sang these two verses of farewell and eternal farewell, the hand holding the sword had already turned white from exerting too much force.

Suddenly he shouted: "Once a warrior leaves, he will never come back! I only wish to accomplish my mission, not to retreat. This time I will accomplish my mission!"

"Ci Fei, I'm here to cheer you up. For Dayan, I wish you success!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Fu drew his sword and committed suicide. The sword was extremely decisive and without any hesitation. His throat was completely cut open, and the wound was larger than his entire mouth and looked extremely hideous.

The passionate blood instantly gushed out like a fountain. In this cold Yan land in late autumn, the air was filled with hot steam, and the hot blood spilled, melting all the snow on the ground.

Xia Fu's burly figure swayed a few times before he fell down slowly. His eyes were still wide open as he stared at the convoy. Blood was still flowing out, melting the ice and snow, adding a touch of blood to the land.

All this happened in an instant, and everyone around who was immersed in grief had no time to react.

By the time they reacted, Xia Fu had already died.

Yan Dan lay on Xia Fu, not saying a word, just crying loudly.

After a while, several people were choked with sobs and unable to speak. Even the farewell song of Yishui was blurred in the wind and snow.

All of this was seen by Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang.

Jing Ke exhaled deeply with trembling lips and closed his eyes, but his hands were already clutching his clothes, and the blood in his chest was boiling.

As for Qin Wuyang, his face turned pale. He had never seen such a scene before. His excited heart seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow today, and an inexplicable fear began to spread.

He shook his head to get rid of his chaotic thoughts and looked at Fengxue. Now he suddenly lost his excitement and couldn't laugh. Going to Xianyang didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

The wind and snow got stronger.

Finally, in early winter, the Yan State delegation arrived in Xianyang.

Jing Ke looked at this city that had once brought him endless blows and pain, his face expressionless.

The city of Xianyang became even more majestic and huge.

The place was bustling with noise and traffic, with countless people bustling about and jostling each other.

In recent years, the Qin State became increasingly powerful, and the nobles of the Han and Zhao States also moved to Xianyang. Countless high-ranking officials, nobles, and wealthy businessmen tried their best to have a place in Xianyang.

There is never a shortage of smart people with vision, especially these powerful people.

(End of this chapter)