Qin attacked South Korea, and South Korea asked Zhao for help. Zhao broke its promise and refused to send troops to help. Wei even ignored the matter. As for Chu, it said it was too far away and it was none of its business. Yan He really wanted to bite Zhao Guo in the butt, but without the eldest brother Qin Guo taking the lead, he didn't dare to move.
As for the state of Qi, it means that Qin and Qi will always be brothers!
For a time, only the injured world of South Korea appeared.
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Qi State, Xiaoshengxian Village, a lake with beautiful scenery.
Two young scholars were looking at the scenery in the distance, laughing and chatting about the world. It was not until they talked about the war between Qin and South Korea that one of them, a handsome man with a free and easy temperament, slightly restrained his smile and said in a helpless tone: "Big Fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps, this is the principle that has not changed since ancient times."
If you are weak, then you are destined to be bullied. As for fairness, reason, and justice, you are not even qualified to have an equal dialogue with the other party, so what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms.
In such troubled times, only the winner takes it all.
The loser is completely defeated and even loses his life and country.
"Then, senior brother, have you decided to return to South Korea? That is the weakest country among the seven countries. Senior brother's talents should not be buried in South Korea."
The young man with a reserved and serious appearance looked at the man beside him with a handsome manner and said in a deep voice.
The two of them were apparently close disciples of the Confucianist Xunzi, Han Fei and Li Si.
The two of them were successful in their studies and were about to leave the Little Sage Village. When they were leaving, they said goodbye in the pavilion where they once met.
Han Fei took a deep breath, his eyes were bright, without any confusion or discouragement, and he said in a clear voice: "Being weak does not necessarily mean that you will always be weak, and being strong does not mean that you will always be strong. In this world, it is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong. I plan to try try."
"Only senior brother can be so ambitious. Junior brother, I don't have the same confidence as senior brother. I plan to go to Qin, the strongest country in the seven countries, to try."
Li Si didn't know whether he was relieved or admired when he heard this, and said in a slightly complicated tone.
What he has learned is similar to that of Han Fei. If Han Fei makes the same choice as him, he will definitely be overpowered by the other party. It is not that he is not as talented as him, but because of his identity, he is destined to work harder than Han Fei. .
For Li Si.
In this world, it is not enough to have talent, learning and ability. You must also be able to meet people who appreciate you. Only in this way can you have the opportunity to display your ambitions.
By contrast.
As the ninth son of South Korea, Han Fei could easily get opportunities from others, such as becoming a disciple of Xunzi, or becoming an official in another country in the future. His status as a nobleman gave him many conveniences.
fair?
Li Si never believed in so-called fairness.
"Qin? It seems that we will become rivals in the future."
Han Fei was not surprised by Li Si's choice. He looked at him with a smile and said, "If the day comes, don't hold back."
"Senior brother is the one."
Li Si bowed his hands and said very seriously. He also wanted to know who was stronger or weaker between himself and Han Fei. Perhaps this chessboard game called Tianxia could draw a conclusion.
The winner wins the world, the loser loses everything.
"Ha~ let's go~"
Han Fei chuckled, raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and turned around and walked away.
He has to return home.
South Korea needs him.
Li Si watched Han Fei go away, took a deep breath, and looked at the direction of the Qin State. He wanted to try, even if he risked his life, he would try to take the road to power!
There is no shortage of people chasing power in this world.
. . . . . . . . .
Xianyang Palace, in Zhao Jia's courtyard.
Chang'an Jun Chengyu looked at the sketch in his hand with some surprise. From time to time he looked at Li Wu beside him and said in amazement: "If the master's superb paintings were spread, no one in the world would have the courage to continue painting. ”
"I have nothing to do and record my wonderful life. I don't deserve such praise from Lord Chang'an."
Zhao Jia was sipping tea and said humbly when he heard this.
He just did this for fun, but no one in this world has ever seen this kind of painting.
The first time is always full of shock and surprise.
Cheng Yu shook his head and praised: "Being able to perfectly reflect people and scenery into the painting... No one I know can have this talent. This alone, the name of the young master is enough to resound throughout the world." country!"
There was a pause.
He picked up the charcoal pencil on the side and said curiously: "You can draw with this thing. Your talent is really amazing."
Li Wu, who was standing aside, looked at Zhao Jia from time to time and pursed his lips. Not only was this guy unparalleled in talent, he was also very good at tormenting people. He had never seen anyone with so many tricks. Last night, he even pulled someone. While she was wearing clothes, she was painting, and she was serious about studying art.
"Chang'an Jun is full of praise."
"The master's creation of this painting method is unprecedented and is as famous as the concubine's Zhao Wu. Speaking of Zhao Wu, the concubine will reopen Feixue Pavilion and will invite the high-ranking officials and nobles of Xianyang City to watch it in three days. The disciples she has trained will be Performing on stage, do you know about this?"
Cheng Yu put down the scroll in his hand, stared at Zhao Jia with burning eyes, and asked.
"I have received the invitation. In three days, I may be able to go with you."
Zhao Jia smiled and nodded and responded.
Cheng Xi was confident. He looked at the scroll on the table again and had an idea in his mind. He said to Zhao Jia: "Then it's settled. I'll pick you up then. As for your painting, you might as well Give me one, and I plan to show it to the Queen Mother. If she likes it, she may ask you to paint a few paintings for the Queen Mother."
Ordinary paintings depict ordinary people, but Zhao Jia's realistic painting style is quite interesting and may bring some novelty to Queen Mother Zhao Ji.
What woman doesn’t want to record her most beautiful moments.
As Zhao Jia said before, Zhao Ji has a lot of power in the Qin State. If she can be made happy, many things will be less troublesome.
For example, getting military power.
If he could get the support of the Queen Mother, even if Lu Buwei objected, it would be useless. After all, Ying Zheng, Chang Pingjun and others were not decorations.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yu's eyes moved.
It's not in vain for me to return to my old career... Zhao Jia's heart moved slightly when he heard Cheng Yu's words. He was playing this trick just to wait for Zhao Ji's favor. If he wanted to get close to Zhao Ji, he obviously couldn't follow Lao Ai's path. In this case , he can only try other ways.
To this end, he has prepared several paths, and painting is only one of them.
"No problem, I just don't know if the Queen Mother likes it or not."
Zhao Jia readily agreed without showing any concern on his face.
"You should like it."
Cheng Xi was not sure either, but that didn't stop him from trying.
Zhao Ji was lonely in the cold palace. If she had some fun, she would not refuse it. Playing, chess, calligraphy and painting had always been a way to relieve fatigue in the palace.
PS: There will be another update later
