People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

Before Cao Ze could finish speaking, Han Fei laughed heartily, “‘Having a name without substance is an empty matter, having substance without a name is a burden.’ The theory of names and substance by the School of Names is still very important, but compared to Brother Cao’s logic, it is far inferior, the gap is really too big.”

Cheng Jiao felt completely bewildered.

Two thousand years is a generational gap, how could it not be significant... Cao Ze said politely, "It's just standing on the shoulders of giants, making a brief summary."

"Be modest, be modest..." Han Fei took another swig of wine. "Come on, let's find a place to have a few drinks."

Cao Ze thought for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Looking at Han Fei's drunken state, Cheng Jiao asked worriedly, "Can you still find your way?"

"Ha, South Korea, my home!" Han Fei patted his chest confidently. "How could I not know the way? I'll walk, no problem!"

"Hiccup~"

With a thud, Han Fei collapsed to the ground and fell unconscious.

Han Fei, who usually fell asleep on his white horse, was lying directly on the ground this time.

Cao Ze's lips twitched slightly. He suddenly had some doubts about his idea of ​​teaming up with Han Fei to go to Xinzheng. Was it reliable?

Cheng Jiao grinned and said, "This is Han Fei? My king... my elder brother admires this drunkard?"

He was no stranger to Han Fei, after all, his elder brother Ying Zheng had been mentioning him frequently in the past two years.

I had assumed he was a serious-looking, rigid and dignified man, like Lord Shang in his prime, but I never imagined he was a hopelessly drunkard.

Is this still a Legalist? He might as well just start his own tavern.

Cao Ze shrugged. "Take him away."

Since we've encountered the rare monster Han Feizi, it would be a waste not to try and get some help from him.

……

The next day, after a good night's sleep, Han Fei slowly opened his eyes and saw a vaguely familiar figure swaying in front of him.

"Ghost!"

Han Fei suddenly sprang to his feet and crashed into the edge of the bed.

A dull thud as it landed silenced the room so deeply you could hear a pin drop.

Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao were both speechless. As Han Fei staggered to his feet, they both felt an urge to kill him.

Han Fei covered his head, which was seeing stars, and muttered to himself, "Wasn't Cao Ze dead? He's not quite dead yet..."

He seemed to have dreamt of meeting Cao Ze once, with a masked man next to him who looked just like the one in front of him.

Cheng Jiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I'll spare you from this because you're my brother-in-law..." Cao Ze muttered to himself, his face dark.

If Han Fei doesn't send his sister Honglian as compensation for emotional distress, he'll definitely give him a good beating.

The three sat outside a roadside tavern.

"Brother Han, are you heading back to Xinzheng?"

"That's right, it's been several years since I left my hometown, it's time to go back."

"I have heard that Brother Han has a younger sister named Honglian. She is said to be tall, graceful and charming. I have heard of her for a long time but have never met her, which is a real pity."

"...Brother Cao, you've misheard me. Where would I get a sister? No, no, absolutely not. Come, let's drink."

Cao Ze smiled with satisfaction. "No sister, huh? Fine, you'll regret it."

Conversations between men are very simple; they either talk about women or politics.

Apart from Cheng Jiao, who was taciturn due to his sensitive status, Cao Ze and Han Fei got along very well and considered each other as close friends.

"...Brother Cao, you are wrong. Based on my years of experience listening to music in Sanghai, if a woman has a delicate appearance, a foxy oval face, a small red mole on her chin, likes to look at men, and can't take her eyes off a man she likes, she is definitely a wanton woman, without a doubt."

"Brother-in-law knows a lot. It seems he went out to gather inspiration quite a bit during his time at Xiaoshengxianzhuang. He has a wealth of theoretical knowledge, unlike him, who only knows how to go out and fight..." Cao Ze said admiringly, "Brother Han is amazing. He has seen countless women. His skill in observing women is truly remarkable."

Han Fei, slightly tipsy, laughed and said modestly, "I was just saying. I am a romantic and unrestrained man. In Brother Cao's words, I can pass through a sea of ​​flowers without a single petal clinging to me."

So... you're still a division-level cadre?

Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao both smiled silently, watching Han Fei talk at length about the ways of men and women in the world of romance.

Men talking about women is just a way to lighten the mood, liven things up, and make their relationship closer.

After Han Fei finished speaking, he began to subtly probe Cao Ze's intentions in coming to Han.

Cao Ze feigned a sigh and said, "Brother Han, do you know that Zhao has produced a treacherous minister named Guo Kai? When he and I were ordered by the king to go north to support General Pang Nuan, he colluded with the Luo Wang organization to harm me. I had no choice but to fake my death to escape."

"Now that I have nowhere else to go, I have to travel to various countries and plan to stay in South Korea for a while."

Cheng Jiao looked at Cao Ze in surprise.

Along the way, Cao Ze hadn't explained to him in detail why he left Zhao, but it turned out to be because of Guo Kai.

Even more unexpectedly, Lü Buwei's influence extended so far, and he had an extraordinary connection with Guo Kai.

The thought of Lü Buwei and the Luo Wang (a web of intrigue and power) filled Cheng Jiao with immense pressure.

All three of them were planning to go to Xinzheng.

Both Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao were visiting South Korea for the first time and were unfamiliar with the place.

Back then, when Cheng Jiao acquired a hundred li of land in Han, it was a map sent to Qin by an envoy from the King of Han; he never actually came to Han.

Therefore, Han Fei, the eldest brother of the landlords and who called himself a living map, took the lead without hesitation, riding his white horse that could drink wine.

It received unanimous approval from Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao.

Three days have passed.

"Brother Han, is this the road to Xinzheng? This seems to be to the south." Cheng Jiao looked at the bright sun and barely managed to make out the direction.

"Ha, there are mountains and rivers ahead, this road is the shortest."

Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao exchanged a glance, both agreeing.

"Let's go!"

Ten days have passed.

Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao walked and stopped, but still couldn't find any trace of Xinzheng. As people who "trusted" Han Fei completely, they finally realized something was wrong and seriously suspected that Han Fei might be a human trafficker in disguise.

They pulled out a map of South Korea to compare it with, only to discover, to their dismay, that they had no idea where they were.

"Brother Han, do you even know the way?"

Han Fei stopped making oaths and vows, and scratched his head guiltily, saying, "This... let me take another look, let me take another look."

Several days later, he took out a simply sketched map from his pocket, studied it for a while, and suddenly asked, "Where are we?"

Cheng Jiao nearly fell off his big brown horse.

It's one thing if they don't recognize where you are, but you're a Korean rich kid, and you don't even know where you are?

Cao Ze's eye twitched; this was just too unreliable.

He suddenly recalled that in the past few days, Han Fei had basically chatted with the villagers whenever he passed through villages and towns.

"Brother Han, you're not on a field trip, are you?"

"Visiting?" Han Fei was taken aback for a moment, then, realizing what he meant, chuckled awkwardly, "No, no, just wandering around."

Cheng Jiao couldn't help but ask, "Do you even know the way?"

Cao Ze sneered, "Brother Han, stop pretending. It's been ten days. Even if we were walking, we would have reached Xinzheng by now. We've been going south and north, and then we've gone in circles. Isn't that abnormal?"

Han Fei was embarrassed. "Well... I just wanted to show you around and show you the customs and culture of Korea."

Having just arrived in South Korea, he naturally couldn't go straight back to Xinzheng, otherwise he wouldn't be confident and wouldn't be able to make plans.

Furthermore, he also wanted to take this opportunity to get to know Cao Ze and assess his character and talent by spending time with him.

If possible, he would very much like Cao Ze to stay in Xinzheng and help him, instead of traveling to the Seven Kingdoms.

Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao burst into laughter upon hearing this; this guy was really doing it on purpose!

Just as Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao were about to drag Han Fei into the grove and give him a good beating, a small squad of well-equipped Han soldiers came galloping from afar.

Han Fei quickly pulled Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao into the grove, and only breathed a sigh of relief after the troop of riders had passed by.

Ten miles away.

Jing Ni, Li Wu, and Yan Ling Ji rode in a donkey cart, following behind Cao Ze's trio.

Yan Lingji said listlessly, "How long is this going to take?"

Jingni hesitated for a moment, then said, "According to this direction and route, we should be heading to Nanyang."

Compared to the three people who were terrible with directions, she often traveled through the seven countries and basically memorized most of the common route maps.

Unable to contain herself, Li Wu couldn't help but say, "How about I sneak over there?"

We agreed to go to Xinzheng, but in the blink of an eye we ended up in Nanyang.

Jingni shook her head slightly: "Perhaps they are looking for something."

She paused for a moment and said, "Moreover, that person is Han Fei, the Ninth Prince of Han. Cao Ze said that he is very special. We are in the shadows, and they are not in danger. It is best not to show ourselves easily."

She remembered Cao Ze mentioning that Han Fei had a peculiar sword that seemed to possess the power of a grandmaster, though she didn't know if it was true.

Li Wu and Yan Ling Ji looked up at the clear, light blue autumn sky, both speechless.

Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao blocked Han Fei's path.

Han Fei slumped down, retreating in terror until he leaned against a large tree.

"Gentlemen, I am not Lord Longyang!"

Upon hearing this, Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao both gagged.

Cheng Jiao, suppressing his nausea, asked, "Han Fei, what exactly are you trying to do? You're not running away after your failed attempt to usurp the throne, are you?"

Those knights were clearly the imperial guards of the Korean palace. As the ninth prince of Korea, they avoided meeting him and acted in a panic. Anyone could see that something was wrong.

Cao Ze squatted down, looked at Han Fei, and sighed, "Brother Han, we treat you like a brother, why do you treat us like fools?"

Han Fei sat up cross-legged and said solemnly, "I was wrong about right and wrong, and I shouldn't have kept it from you two."

"It's not that I don't want to take you two directly to Xinzheng, it's just that Xinzheng is very dangerous. If we're not prepared, the three of us might all be doomed."