Han Yun's face showed unprecedented fear, his eyes were wide open, and his whole face was shaking violently.
Tianze turned around and looked at Han Yun. It could be seen from the expression on his face that he seemed to want to scream loudly, but due to the excessive tightness of his muscles, he could not even make a sound at this time and could only squeeze out. Make a small, short, hoarse guttural sound.
The huge venomous snake suddenly dispersed and re-disintegrated into eight metal chains. Just when Han Yun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, one of the chains extended towards him. It seemed that Tianze just didn't bother to use a knife to cut open his chain. Rooster in distress.
A chain snake rushed towards him, tied up Han Yun like a real poisonous snake, hung him in mid-air and roughly pulled him in front of Tianze, and then threw him to the ground casually.
Han Yun fell to the ground, and the golden crown inlaid with a sapphire on his head also fell to the ground with a clang, and his long hair was messily scattered on his shoulders. The red and white clothes were also stained with mud, and the deer and crane patterns that symbolized longevity could no longer be seen.
"Um?"
Tianze frowned slightly, and a smelly breath passed into his nose.
He looked for the source of the stinky smell with a suspicious look on his face. His eyes finally fell on the puddle of water on the ground and Han Yun's trembling legs. He suddenly had the idea of killing Han Yun on the spot. .
When Han Yun saw the look on that ferocious blue face, he felt like crying.
From the conversation between Tianze and others, it could be heard that it was probably the reinforcements sent by his father who killed the Hundred Poison King who had previously poisoned a large number of his armored guards.
But before you kill anyone, please rescue this prince first!
The desire to survive made Han Yun regain a lot of consciousness in his sore legs. He knelt down decisively, and his kneeling posture was extremely standard, and he knocked his head heavily on the ground.
"Don't kill me, please! As long as you spare my life, I can give you whatever you want!"
This was not the first time that Han Yun knelt down to Tianze and begged for mercy. When the Prince's Mansion was breached, he knelt down and knelt in front of Tianze and begged for mercy.
The first time you kneel down and beg for mercy, you don’t care about the second time.
At that time, King Gou Jian of Yue even gave King Helu of Wu a taste of feces, but he just knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy. In Han Yun's opinion, as long as he can survive, he will have plenty of time and opportunity to kill Tianze.
Tianze's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, his brows furrowed, and his expression became very gloomy. He stretched his right hand forward suddenly, and the black mist also swept towards Han Yun, condensed into an arm, and held it tightly. His neck.
Han Yun struggled painfully, with a look of confusion on his face, and streams of water flowed down his trouser legs and fell to the ground. Tianze looked at Prince Han Yun who was incontinent again, and said coldly: "You can't give me what I want!"
Xinzheng, Han Palace
When Han Wangan heard the news that Honglian had been rescued, his weak body recovered almost as if a dose of elixir had been injected into him. He immediately got up from the bed, put on his normal clothes and went out to take his daughter back to the palace.
Of course, he also wanted to see what kind of warrior he was, who could save his daughter from the remnants of Baiyue with just one man and one sword. ….
If there is such a warrior to help, then his son will surely be rescued soon.
"Zhang Ji from Wei has met the King of Han."
King Han was sitting on the throne, looking at Zhang Ji who was bowing down in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Was he the one who rescued his daughter?
In the King of Han's expectation, such a brave man should be a strong man like General Ji Wuye, but in the end he only saw a slim figure in black clothes. He was once famous for telling stories to Hu Meiren. Zhang Ji, who entered the palace, was greatly disappointed by this. He felt that Zhang Ji accidentally rescued his daughter by chance.
Han Fei naturally noticed the strong look of disappointment in Han Wangan's eyes. Even though he understood that his father was using stereotypes to judge people by their appearance, he was about to speak out, but Ji Wuye who heard on the side took the lead.
"Your Majesty, Zhang Ji is the head of the Zhang family in Anyi. He is a descendant of Zhang Zi who was famous all over the world."
Ji Wu
Ye said with clasped fists, a slight sneer on his slightly lowered face.
Ji Wuye knew Han Wangan when he was still the prince, and naturally knew what Han Wangan's attitude towards scholars depended on.
Han Wangan attaches great importance to the origin of scholars, and has an inexplicable affection for those scholars whose ancestors have famous people, so it seems that Ji Wuye is recommending virtuous people to Han Wangan.
The Prime Minister on the side frowned slightly. The Zhang family, who had been ministers to Han for five generations, knew the King of Han as well as Ji Wuye. He heard Ji Wuye's true purpose.
"I once heard from Zifang that Zhang Ji has few talents, and he may be no less talented than his great-grandfather Zhang Zi." Kaifang followed Ji Wuye's words and praised Zhang Ji's talents.
Han Yu, who had a rigid face, never looked away from Zhang Jiji. Unlike Han Wangan, his eyes were full of surprise and desire.
However, after Ji Wuye and Zhang Kaidi spoke one after another, Han Yu glanced at the two leaders of the two Korean civil and military factions, and a look of struggle flashed across his face, and his clenched fists finally loosened. .
Han Fei shook his head and sighed.
After all, South Korea is too decadent, and power is too tempting. Even the old Prime Minister Zhang Kaidi has been corrupted after all, and he does not want anyone to threaten the privilege of the father of the city, Zhang, who has been Prime Minister of South Korea for generations, and his own The fourth brother has finally smoothed his edges.
His father valued talents, but what he hated most in his life were quibbles like Zhang Yi and Su Qin.
In particular, the two countries Qi and Chu still hate Zhang Yi, who played these two great powers alongside Qin in the past. If they heard that Zhang Ji, a descendant of Zhang Yi, was serving in South Korea, their attitude towards South Korea would be different. As friendly as before.
This is something Han Wangan cannot accept, even if the relationship between South Korea and Chu is not good now. A few days ago, at the border of Nanyang, a small war involving tens of thousands of soldiers of Han and Chu broke out.
But Han Wangan only wants the stability of South Korea, even if this stability requires the sacrifice of certain people or things, he doesn't care.
Disappointed in Zhang Ji's heart, coupled with his displeasure with Zhang Ji's identity as a descendant of Zhang Ji, coupled with his already weak body, Han Wangan's body suddenly trembled and he coughed violently. ….
"Father!"
"Kings!"
Whether it was true or false, everyone exclaimed, especially Hong Lian, whose pretty face was tense, and she gently patted Han Wangan on the back to calm him down.
"I... cough, cough, cough, I am sick, so let Lao Jiu take care of me... cough, cough, cough... and entertain sir."
Han Wangan left with the support of Hong Lian and his chamberlain. He never mentioned the reward to Zhang Ji for rescuing Hong Lian, and simply asked Han Fei to entertain him.
Zhang Kai and Ji Wuye looked at Han Wangan who was leaving, and immediately walked towards the outside of the palace. On the way, the two of them looked at each other, and a smile appeared at the corners of their mouths. They themselves did not expect that they had always been incompatible with each other. There was such a silent understanding.
Han Yu also sighed and left silently, leaving only Zhang Ji and Han Fei in the hall.
Han Fei didn't know what to say. Sometimes he really didn't understand what his father was thinking. Today, South Korea only had the last chance for change. Taking advantage of Qin's current weakness, if he could recruit If a talent like Zhang Ji is given the power to reform, ZTE Korea will have hope. Why do we need to consider the ideas of Qi and Chu?
The State of Qi had long since given up its armament and closed the country in seclusion. Even if the State of Chu was dissatisfied with South Korea, it would not be able to send out large numbers of troops when it was about to join forces.
Alas, even if he was really willing to change the law and didn't like Zhang Ji's background, he wouldn't be so humiliating!
Not rewarding meritorious deeds, but treating meritorious deeds with such a contemptuous attitude is a great insult to the scholars of this era!
"Hey, Brother Zhang Ji, how about I accompany you to the Royal Garden later and drink a few bottles of my precious wine?"
Zhang Ji looked at the direction where Han Wangan was leaving with a deep look. He seemed not to care about Han Wangan's behavior just now. He just rolled his eyes at Han Fei and said, "The Imperial Garden... Han Fei may not be as familiar with him as he is."
Besides, just a few jars of fine wine can be collected
Want to send him away?
Ah!
Although he had no intention of becoming an official in South Korea, that's why Ji Wuye and Kaifangdi, who knew the inside story, would stumble him in front of him, but Han Wangan's contemptuous attitude...
In the past, Zhang Yi was an official in Chu and was framed by the Chu commander Yin Zhaoyang for stealing jade. Then he spent his whole life helping Qin "steal" Chu's land.
Although Zhang Ji does not dare to compare with his great-grandfather Zhang Yi, but... Honglian, he is definitely asleep!
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Sleep until I wake up in the afternoon
