"Sir, there's a huge battle outside! I heard that the king is here in person. Please go out and pick him up." The home had not been so lively for many years, and the old man came in tremblingly and said excitedly.
Han Fei, who was burying his head in the case, didn't even raise his head and said nonchalantly: "I know." After that, he buried his head again and picked up the pen where he left off.
The supervisor in his hometown was panicked when he saw that not only was he wearing a middle coat, but his hair was not combed and it was all scattered behind him, with no intention of picking him up. It's not the king who stays here to wait outside. He wants to go out to greet him. It's not that he doesn't have enough status. He's so anxious.
"Uncle Chen, just...tell Bingxin...to...open the door. Don't worry about anything else. You...all...step back." Han Fei said without raising his head.
The home manager had served Han Fei for many years and knew his temper very well. He knew that there was no room for negotiation on the matters he decided, so he had no choice but to go out and do what he said.
"Haha, uncle, are you still well? I have free time today to come and see you." The sound came before anyone entered the door. After not seeing him for many years, Han Wangan seemed to care about him very much. In order to see him earlier, he walked quickly and smiled very kindly.
The orders of Qin, rewards and punishments, and the advantages and disadvantages of the terrain are unparalleled in the world... I wish to see the king until my death, and tell him why I want to break the world... In order to become the overlord, he will go to the neighboring princes.
Han Fei carefully added the last stroke on the silk, and finally stood up to greet him: "I have seen...your Majesty."
"Quickly, please forgive me, please hurry up, please forgive me. My uncle is the elder. How can I, as a junior, be embarrassed to accept my uncle's gift?" Han Wangan took his hand and held it tightly without hesitation, and then walked to the banquet to sit together. Down.
After he and Han Fei sat down and waited for a long time, he looked around and found that there was no one in the hall except for an attendant he had brought. Although he was quite unhappy, he still remembered that he was here to invite him. , it is not appropriate for anything to happen at this time, so I calmly suppressed the unhappiness in my heart.
"It was an oversight. I didn't know that the uncle's house was so cold. I should have sent some people to my uncle long ago." Zhao Wangqian said these words sincerely and with guilt on his face.
Han Fei said calmly: "I'm used to it..."
"It turns out that the uncle is busy, and what he wrote is... Oh, my opinion, my opinion!" Han Wangan couldn't find the topic, so he looked around, saw the bamboo slips on the case, and finally found a breakthrough.
Han Fei lowered his eyes and listened, with a calm expression throughout, but he couldn't help but snorted coldly in his heart: The book contained an analysis of Qin's three missed opportunities to dominate the world, and also a strategy to subjugate Han. After a while, he read it Just a few words and it’s enough?
After Mo Yimo collected his emotions, he raised his eyes and said, "Your Majesty... if... you have something, you might as well just tell me."
"Ha...haha, my uncle is well-informed without leaving home. I heard that Qin Wangzheng appreciates you very much, so I was thinking..." The topic that I finally found failed to attract Han Fei to say more, and Han Wangan was a little embarrassed. , had to be rephrased.
Listening to his polite tone, Han Fei felt annoyed. He really didn't want to say anything more, so he interrupted: "I agreed."
Until Han Wangan returned from Han Fei's mansion, he still didn't understand how this matter could go so smoothly. He thought that his uncle would make many circles and take the opportunity to make many conditions, so the position of Sikou was prepared for him. , I promised it to him when he relented, but...he didn't ask for anything.
However, his attitude is really arrogant. If he hadn't thought that he would be of great use in Korea, he would have been hard to tolerate.
As soon as Han Wangan left, the old man looked at his young master and hesitated several times, and finally persuaded him: "Isn't the young master disrespectful to the king in this way? The fact that the king is willing to come this time means that the young master has a chance to become an official. Why not take advantage of it?" this……"
Since the dispute between the young master and the king, he has never paid attention to the trivial affairs of the court. He works hard behind closed doors every day to toss out the things in these books. But in fact, the boss of my hometown knew that the young master was of great caliber, and he would never be so depressed if he hadn't really been desperate.
Han Fei sneered, pointed at the door and said sternly: "Did you know that he... just... just came in, looking around and waiting for... what?"
The old man shook his head blankly.
"Drink!" Han Fei flicked his sleeves in anger and said bitterly.
The survival of the country is like a child's play. At this time, he still cares about these trivial things. What is the use of respecting him? By offering fine wine, South Korea will be prosperous? What a fallacy!
Besides, he has always been used to playing with power. Whoever he allows to be an official today will be killed tomorrow. If he doesn't sincerely seek talents, what's the point of doing it?
Han Fei just saw it so clearly and recognized it so clearly that he felt chilled. The reason for promising him this time was for nothing else. As a descendant of the Korean royal family, I have an unshirkable responsibility to save Korea. Now that I have nothing to offer, all I can do is write articles and shoulder the moral responsibility!
In the wine shop of the State of Qin, someone said curiously: "I heard that what kind of young master from South Korea did not enter Qin today, and the king actually treated him with the courtesy of a national scholar?"
"No, the battle is not small. I heard that because Tingwei and he are brothers in the same sect, Tingwei was sent to greet him at the palace gate in person. He was also allowed to enter the palace directly in a car. I'm afraid he is about to enter the palace at this time."
Li Si hadn't seen him for several years, and when he saw his junior brother Han Fei standing in front of the palace gate, Li Si felt as if he was in another world. I remember how high-spirited my junior brother was in his determination to conquer Korea at that time. Before we parted ways, we had made an agreement with each other that we would go our separate ways and see what happens ten years later.
Unexpectedly, the ten years have not come yet, and the separation has only been a few years, and all the edges and corners of his body have been smoothed out, and he has developed such a calm temperament.
Han Fei raised his hand and bowed his head: "It has been several years, but my senior brother's... style... style remains the same."
Li Si silently held his hand and helped him up. After a pause, he grabbed his wrist and said, "Let's talk in the car."
This grasp was firm and careful. Han Fei looked at him with some annoyance, suddenly feeling that he had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.
Knowing that his senior brother was taciturn, Han Fei got on the carriage and spoke first: "I heard... I heard that the teacher... my senior brother... has... ever gone to worship... in front of the soul?"
In the past few years, Han Fei has been thinking about his teacher Xun Qing the most. Unfortunately, he was imprisoned in South Korea. He tried to visit Chu several times but to no avail. It was not until last month that he learned about the death of his teacher, and he was deeply saddened. But I don't know how to prepare for the funeral, so I asked this question.
Li Si shook his head and said solemnly: "I only learned the news recently."
After saying that, he saw Han Fei's disappointed look on his face, and then he remembered that he must have asked about it because he didn't know clearly, and then explained: "The teacher's funeral is all taken care of by his junior brother. He is also in Qin now. What do you want to know?" It’s best if you ask him personally, and I’ll give you a recommendation at that time.”
It is easy to say farewell but it will be difficult to say goodbye. Neither Li Si nor Han Fei expected that the separation from their teacher at Jixia Academy would be a permanent farewell. After that, one was trapped in Korea and worked hard to write about it, while the other entered the Qin Dynasty and was ups and downs in the officialdom, and even offered sacrifices in front of the mausoleum. Worship has become a luxury.
The two junior brothers had their own thoughts and were silent all the way, and soon they arrived at Yuchi Terrace.
Since Zhao Zheng came to the throne, he has always set an example of simplicity and frugality, so there have been very few palace banquets arranged in the palace in recent years. The first heavy snowfall of winter fell today. He suddenly decided to invite everyone to have a good gathering before winter, so he invited many ministers to join in the fun. Han Feilai just happened to catch up.
"Sir, when I entered the Qin Dynasty, I was unable to welcome him. I am so ashamed." Zhao Zheng had just returned from a toast at Sangong's place and was about to go to Jiuqing's place. He saw Li Si coming in from a distance and immediately left his seat to greet him. .
When Han Fei came in, he could be seen from a distance, wearing a black brocade uniform, standing among the ministers. He was not wearing court clothes or a crown. Except for a black bird white jade pendant with a black ribbon around his waist, it showed his respected status. No unnecessary accessories. However, such a smart attire was put on his body, but it gave off a natural ancient and thick look, and he still looked majestic and dignified, without losing the slightest bit of a gentleman's demeanor. When he took the initiative to greet him, he felt even more heartbroken when he looked closer.
People say that the King of Qin can be respectful to his subordinates, and it is indeed true.
Suddenly Han Fei remembered the scene when he saw his nephew many years ago. Apart from being showy but unreal, he could not find any words to describe him. Han Fei couldn't help feeling a little sad. Even though South Korea had suffered a lot in Qin these years, as Mr. Han, he couldn't help but sincerely praise him when he saw the King of Qin.
If Korea had such a king...
After being pushed by his senior brother Li Si, Han Fei just came to his senses. He thought that he had not saluted, but asked the King of Qin to bow to him first. He felt very apologetic, and with a solemn expression, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Han Fei... see you... …I have met King Qin.”
Zhao Zheng waited patiently for Han Fei to say something. He didn't look down on him because of his stuttering. He waited patiently for him to finish speaking before helping him up. If Wei Liao, Li Si and Zhao Zheng had not waited for them to finish their salutes, they would have directly said "no courtesy". However, Han Fei's speech was different from ordinary people, so interrupting him directly might embarrass him, so he uncharacteristically waited for him to finish his words and said The ceremony is completed.
Han Fei didn't know his habits and hadn't discovered this little detail yet. On the other hand, Li Si was sharp-sighted and careful, and he was filled with emotion when he heard about his junior brother's experience in South Korea. Especially since he was secretly grateful that he was appreciated by such a king and had the opportunity to display his ambitions in this life.
"Sir, today is just a coincidence. This palace banquet seems to be for you. Please come inside." Zhao Zheng personally led him to the upper right seat and sat down, and then made some introductions to the ministers. Considering that Han Fei had trouble speaking, Zhao Zheng tried his best to block unnecessary conversations for him.
He was born with a stutter and spoke very slowly. He had difficulty enunciating words in some places and even missed each word. However, he did not blame himself for this. His stutter coupled with his generous and graceful gentlemanly demeanor left everyone with a sense of "this... A good impression of people with strong willpower."
After settling him, Zhao Zheng returned to his seat. When he saw everyone was gathered, he clapped his hands to indicate that the musicians could start playing. The room suddenly became quiet.
After the three drums sounded, the sound of the bell came leisurely, and the long introduction drifted into the ears. The sound of the introduction played by the Bisizhu orchestra rose layer by layer, and gradually merged into a grand palace movement. The sound of the music went straight up to the blue clouds, shocking. Through nine days.
Han Fei felt mixed emotions in his heart when he saw the scene of the monarch and his ministers getting along with each other and drinking wine. I vaguely remembered that I had participated in such a banquet in Korea many years ago. It was just as lively on the surface. In fact, if I thought about it carefully, they were all busy with intrigues. The king was always monitoring his ministers, and the ministers were always wary of the king. Drinking was not enough. It is not the same as eating to the fullest and not being fully satisfied.
"Sir, this is your first time coming to our country of Qin. Don't be cautious." During the dinner, Zhao Zheng did not forget to take care of Han Fei as a guest.
Han Fei thanked him and stood up to toast him. He didn't use any flattering words, but Zhao Zheng was greatly admired for his genuine temperament.
Meng Wu, who was on the side, saw that he was eating too politely, and said in a rough voice: "Your Majesty is right, sir, you're welcome to pick up big chunks of beef. It's enough, but don't imitate that guy over there." As he said this, Suddenly remembering something, he slapped his forehead and said: "I forgot, you Shandong countries call this 'eating meat', we call it 'eating meat', it's just a big mouthful to enjoy, please!"
"Many...thank you..." Han Fei folded his hands and said. Feeling the generosity and willfulness of the Qin people, he really let go and started eating after Meng Wu finished speaking. It's just that after all, he is a young master from the official family, and his appearance is still much better than Mengwu Siwen.
"That person over there" who was inexplicably named and used as a negative teaching material raised his head after hearing this. When Han Fei finished speaking, he politely changed his position from kneeling to kneeling, bowed his hands and bowed to Han Fei.
Han Fei also noticed him when he came in just now. Because he and the king of Qin were the only ones here who didn't have beards, and they also liked white clothes, so they stood out among a group of ink-clad people. Han Fei had heard rumors about him early in the morning, and when he took a closer look at it, he couldn't help but sigh: He really has the embarrassment of a clear water god and a gentle demeanor. Thinking about this, I gave him a gift in return.
After saying hello to Han Feiyuan, Zhao Gao turned his head and looked at Wei Liao who was nearby with innocent eyes. Then he and Wei Liao looked at Meng Wu with a half-smile but not a smile, and they all raised the wine prince to him.
Seeing this scene, Meng Wu felt his scalp numb. And he could almost predict that if he didn't drink and lie down tonight, these two people would never let him go.
What's worse is still behind. Their little actions could not escape the eyes of the king. At this time, the king actually looked at him and said: "Today's banquet is all about sake. The master has done his duty to drink this wine. I will not drink it." Doesn't it mean that you have lost the good wine by being happy? I would like to propose a toast to you."
The king has spoken, how can Meng Wu not drink? He hurriedly stood up with the wine in his hands, said "I don't dare" repeatedly, and then raised his head and drank it all.
Unexpectedly, he had just put down the wine master, and the excuse came again. The two children at home had worked hard while stationed in the field, and they had no choice but to be thousands of miles apart, so they could only express their gratitude to him as a father. Yes, two dolls, one for each.
After drinking, he saw the king and "that guy over there" looking at each other and smiling, looking cowardly... Uh... stop, you can't think of the king like that. Sure enough, don't offend anyone but Zhao Neishi. Unfortunately it's too late to realize this now.
It didn’t matter if the old man drank one-on-one last time, but this time it was even worse. When the old man and Nei Shi joined forces, they were beaten by the king before they even succeeded. The future was completely gloomy.
The banquet was full of drinks, and after three rounds of drinking, those who were still a little restrained became more relaxed. Some took advantage of the opportunity to knock the cups to the rhythm of the palace music, or fight for wine and order, or throw pots...
Originally, Zhao Gaozheng and Wei Liao were looking for Meng Wu to have a drink together. Someone said, "Meng's family is good at playing the zither. Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity and play some today?" Meng Wu's eyes lit up when he heard this, as if he was being pardoned, he agreed and escaped from the wine shop.
Not long after the zheng was brought in, Zhao Zheng raised his hand to ask the musicians to stop playing.
Meng Wu didn't hesitate. He walked to the middle of the ministers with his zither in his arms, sat on the ground, adjusted the tune in twos and threes, and started playing. As soon as he moved his fingers, the sound of thunder came out, like thunder, lightning, and wind and rain.
""Wind and Thunder"? Brother, this..." When Zhao Gao heard this, he was both interested and puzzled. Since there was Zhang Cang beside him who knew music, he couldn't waste it, so he looked at him and asked this question.
It was early winter, and the surroundings were full of white air when people spoke. But at this time, with hot wine to warm the body and zheng music to add to the fun, I didn't feel cold at all.
Zhang Cang lowered his voice and explained: "It is indeed transplanted from the zither music "Wind and Thunder". This music was composed by the Lu people, and the captain was originally from Qilu, so he was naturally familiar with it. This time it was transplanted to the zither, and many places were used to match it. Zheng nature has been slightly adjusted, so you can't be sure."
"I see, thank you brother." Being with Zhang Cang, Zhao Gao gained a lot of knowledge by being exposed to this.
Mokan Mengwu, who usually plays the five big and three big things, is not bad at playing the kite. The sound of the kite pouring out from his fingers depicts for everyone present a picture of the ever-changing changes from the approaching storm, to the thunderous wind, and the sudden rain. Many people were even moved by the exciting sound he played, and sang along with the music of the Zheng.
As a result, Meng Wu became even more excited and called out loudly: "What's the point of playing the kite alone? Don't hide it. Someone who knows the music will copy it and howl it loudly." There was a pause. Remembering that Zhao Zheng was still there, he turned around to ask for his permission.
Today's palace banquet was originally intended to entertain everyone, so Zhao Zheng naturally would not restrain everyone and directly agreed with a wave of his hand.
The people of Qin were very excited. When he said this, many people started to be eager to try it. Those who played the piano asked the musicians to borrow the piano, and those who played the flute borrowed the flute... Even Zhang Cang went to borrow Zhang Qin and sat on the ground next to Meng Wu. After everyone got what they wanted, they all sat together. As a result, the fish pond stage was an unprecedented grand occasion.
If Meng Wu hadn't mentioned this, Zhao Gao would not have thought that there were so many people among the officials who were proficient in music. Even if they didn't know any musical instruments, they could still pick up the Qin opera.
