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

A strange light flashed in Cao Ze's eyes.

Cheng Jiao frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"My meaning is very clear, Young Master Chengjiao, you don't want to be assassinated by the Luo Wang organization, do you?"

Cheng Jiao exclaimed, "Do you know who I am?"

He was certain that he had been wearing ordinary clothes and a mask the whole way, and had even hidden his thumb ring after Cao Ze reminded him.

"The court etiquette of the seven states all originated from the Zhou rites, but each state had its own court etiquette with some differences in details."

"I observed carefully with the two of you while we were eating and drinking. Brother Cao's etiquette for drinking and eating is widely known and commonly used among scholars and officials. It is clear that he has only recently learned it, and it has both vulgar and refined aspects."

"When Prince Chengjiao drinks and eats, he has a composed and noble air that he has developed over the years. It just so happens that I have studied the Book of Rites at Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and it is obvious that Prince Chengjiao has learned the orthodox etiquette of the Qin court."

"I had heard by chance that Young Master Chengjiao had not been captured and brought back to Xianyang, but had instead disappeared."

"You have always worn a mask, concealed your identity, and your stature and age are similar to Cheng Jiao's. Therefore, I boldly guess that you are Young Master Cheng Jiao."

Cao Ze remained silent; the etiquette he had learned was taught to him by Jing Ni.

It is obvious that Jingni is not royalty and does not know these subtle details.

To a discerning eye, every detail reveals flaws.

Cheng Jiao looked at Cao Ze and said, "Brother Cao, why don't we dig a hole here and bury him?"

Han Fei was immediately stunned.

No! Please don't!

"It is said that Prince Chengjiao rebelled in Qin. I knew at the time that someone was framing Prince Chengjiao."

“I am now revealing Young Master Chengjiao’s identity without any ill intent; on the contrary, I intend to help him.”

Cheng Jiao said in a deep voice, "How are you going to help me?"

"I haven't decided yet..."

“Brother Cao, I’m here to dig a pit for Brother Han.”

Cao Ze placed his hand on the hilt of the Zhanlu sword and grinned at Han Fei, "I'll give you one more chance. I heard you have a younger sister."

"You two should just bury me."

"..."

Chapter 232 A Lin Daiyu Fell From the Sky

Han Fei was a man of principle.

Even with half his body buried in the ground, he still did not betray his sister.

"No way...you guys are really going to bury me here...?"

Han Fei watched as the yellow earth buried up to his chest, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

He seems to have encountered two idiots.

Cao Ze grinned and said, "Sorry, you can only blame Ninth Young Master for knowing too much."

"You know too much!" Cheng Jiao took the wooden shovel that Cao Ze had carved with his sword and added two more pounds of soil to Han Fei's plate.

Han Fei took a deep breath, "Since that's the case..."

Cao Ze looked at Han Fei with great anticipation. Was he about to summon the Reverse Scale?

Cheng Jiao glanced at Cao Ze, thinking to himself that this was going too far. He was 70% sure that Han Fei had no intention of harming them.

"Could I have a couple more sips before I die?"

Han Fei chuckled foolishly as he spoke.

Cao Ze was speechless, feeling that he should bring Jing Ke over to keep Han Fei company, thinking that it would be because they were kindred spirits.

Cheng Jiao threw away the wooden shovel in his hand and took Han Fei's wine sac, pouring two mouthfuls down his throat.

Ah...that feels so good!

Han Fei licked the wine stains from his lips and said with great relish, "Since ancient times, all the sages and worthies have died, only drinkers have left their names... I am willing to die, but I cannot share a drink with Master Kuang Xiu, which is a regret of my life."

Cao Ze blinked: "You know this poem?"

Han Fei looked at Cao Ze with disdain and said, "You don't even know 'Cherishing an Empty Wine Cup'."

Seeing Han Fei's disdainful look towards this country bumpkin, Cao Ze smiled without saying a word.

It is estimated that after Kuang Xiu fled to Handan at night, someone like Ya Fei recorded it and then spread it.

Cheng Jiao wasn't interested in drinking alcohol; he preferred tea. The snow-capped peaks and silver shuttles of the Northwest frontier were his favorites. As for the poem "Cherishing an Empty Wine Cup," he only felt that it sounded somewhat familiar.

"Han Fei, speaking of which, my mother, Lady Han, is the younger sister of the King of Han. According to seniority, I should call you cousin."

Han Fei sighed and said, "Yes, cousin."

Cheng Jiao: "..."

"Brother Cao, let's continue."

Cheng Jiao worked even harder to fill Han Fei with soil, and soon the soil reached Han Fei's neck.

Han Fei cried out in anguish, "Is Heaven truly going to destroy me?"

Cao Ze glanced at another small squad of royal guards not far away. "Brother Han, are these guards looking for you?"

Han Fei nodded honestly. Soon it would be time to build a grave for him, and he dared not be reckless anymore.

"Before I returned to my country, I wrote to my father and sister, presumably because I had not returned for a long time and they sent people to look for me."

Cao Ze's eyes suddenly narrowed. "Brother Han, don't you not have a sister?"

"Huh? Did I say I had a younger sister? I didn't say that."

Han Fei immediately went into "pretending to be stupid" mode.

Cao Ze raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Brother Han, do you prefer a wooden tablet, a stone tablet, or a gold tablet?"

"Could I... have a wine glass?"

Cao Ze: "..."

He shrugged and said to Cheng Jiao, "Forget it, let's get him out."

This trick doesn't work.

Han Fei realized they wouldn't do anything to him, so he felt secure and fearless.

It seems the only option is to extract interest from his sister, Honglian.

Han Fei was pulled out of the ground by Cheng Jiao. He was covered in dirt, but he didn't care and immediately drank a few mouthfuls of wine.

"That feels good, I'm alive again."

Cao Ze and Cheng Jiao stopped making things difficult for Fat Tiger Han Fei.

After discussing it, they first went with Han Fei to visit various places in South Korea and observe the local customs and culture.

Cao Ze took this opportunity to learn more about the true face of this era.

This will help him in the future when he serves as Prime Minister Cao, so that he won't be accused of "why not eat meat porridge?"

While Cao Ze and his two companions were wandering around South Korea, experiencing the local customs and culture, they were just aimlessly exploring the country.

Inside the Purple Orchid Pavilion, Zi Nu leaned against the window, gazing melancholically at the slowly setting sun in the west, and couldn't help but sigh.

When she learned that Cao Ze had been assassinated by the Luo Wang organization, she was filled with a deep sense of loss for a long time.

"Zi Nu, why are you sighing?"

Princess Honglian, dressed in a thick pink dress, rested her chin on one hand and eagerly flipped through Zi Nu's latest copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" with the other.

When she was in the palace, Consort Hu, in an effort to get closer to her, gave her dozens of volumes of "Dream of the Red Chamber".

She disliked Hu Meiren and naturally didn't look at her.

Until recently, out of boredom in the palace, I casually flipped through a book and became completely engrossed in "Dream of the Red Chamber".

Reflecting on herself and imagining herself as Lin Daiyu, she became even more captivated.

After reading the dozens of volumes given to her by Consort Hu, she set aside her princess dignity for the first time and ran to Consort Hu's palace to ask for the rest.

Who knew it was gone.

This drove her crazy.

So she started secretly inquiring in Xinzheng.

As expected, she actually found out that Zilanxuan had the latest edition of "Dream of the Red Chamber".

But the copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber" in Zilanxuan was neither for sale nor for loan, so she disguised herself as a man and secretly slipped into Zilanxuan to read it.

Honglian's actions were eventually discovered by the sharp-eyed Zinu.

Using the secret stash he obtained from Cao Ze, he easily lured Xiao Honglian to play upstairs at Zilan Pavilion.

After using a few tricks, she became best friends with Honglian, sharing everything.

When Zi Nu heard Hong Lian casually ask her why she sighed, she felt a faint sadness.

"Cao Ze is dead."

"The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept our condolences and move on."

Honglian was completely immersed in the world of "Dream of the Red Chamber" and had no idea what she was saying.

Zi Nu looked at Hong Lian, who was engrossed in reading, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She asked mischievously, "Do you know who wrote 'Dream of the Red Chamber'?"

Honglian, engrossed in her book, mustered a bit of her senses and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's Cao Ze."

"Oh, it's him."

Honglian, who was engrossed in reading, suddenly realized that something was wrong.