"It's almost night..."

Han Fei suddenly said.

Chen Sheng, who was deep in thought, looked up and found that a candle had been lit in the quiet room at some point. The sky outside was dim and the dusk was deep.

Chen Sheng suddenly smiled, stood up and stretched, moved his slightly stiff body, and said with a faint smile: "I was too absorbed in thinking..."

Han Fei looked at him noncommittally and suddenly said: "If you really have any difficulties, you might as well talk to me. I, the Legalist, also have prisoners, who are not inferior to the Mohist and Confucian dead!"

Chen Sheng looked at him in astonishment. His mind was stunned for several seconds before he realized what he said with emotion: "This is not something you, Han Fei, would say."

Han Fei crossed his hands quietly in front of his knees and said calmly: "You didn't say that, as long as the result is correct, even if the process is a little messy, won't it affect the overall situation?"

"I, Chen Sheng, can say this!"

Chen Sheng's voice dropped: "Li Si can say it, Fan Zeng can say it...anyone can say it!"

"Only you, Han Fei, can't say it!"

Han Fei frowned slightly, raised his head and looked at him with a black cloth covering his eyes: "Why?"

Chen Sheng: "Because you are Han Fei, the leader of contemporary Legalism, the belief in the hearts of tens of thousands of Legalist disciples, and the supreme chief justice of our Han Dynasty judicial system!"

"If you no longer insist on procedural justice, then there will no longer be justice in the world. All the results that people think are 'just' can be the results that others want them to see!"

Han Fei was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly and said, "Teach me."

Chen Sheng looked at him, suddenly sighed, and said softly: "I'm beginning to regret now that I lost my strength with that sword. If you can see things, walk and jump, I think we can do many great things together."

Han Fei smiled indifferently and said, "Why, now you think I'm blind and lame, and I can't be driven?"

Chen Sheng pursed his lips, then suddenly bowed his head to Han Fei and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Han Fei was stunned for several seconds, then suddenly smiled and said: "This is the first time you have apologized to me for the Yingchuan incident since I entered Chen County!"

Chen Sheng stood up, sighed again, and said nothing more.

"Actually, I don't care about this matter for a long time!"

The smile on Han Fei's face gradually grew stronger, even with a bit of narrow-mindedness: "I'm even a little grateful for your mercy that day!"

Chen Sheng asked in confusion: "Why do you say this?"

Han Fei: "Based on what I know about you, so many red-coated soldiers were killed that day. Even if I had ten heads, the grass on my grave would be three feet high!"

"In fact, for a long time, the more I got to know you, the more I wondered...why I was still alive!"

Chen Sheng smiled and said: "There are many reasons. For example, you are Han Fei, for example, you are the leader of contemporary Legalism, for example, you are a disciple of Xun Qing and Junior Brother Li Si."

"Of course, the most important thing is that although you are on the wrong team, your hands are not stained with the blood of my red-robed brother Ze, otherwise..."

Han Fei also smiled and said: "Otherwise, even the King of Heaven wouldn't be able to save me, right?"

Chen Sheng shook his head: "No, otherwise, the wormwood on your grave would have withered for a season!"

Han Fei laughed: "Hahaha, it smells like this, it smells like this!"

Chen Sheng patted his shoulder gently and said softly: "Just rest, I'm back home."

Han Fei put away his smile and looked at him seriously: "You really don't need help?"

He was sure that Chen Sheng must have encountered some difficult problem.

Otherwise, Chen Sheng would not stay here for a whole day and not even feel the passage of time...

"I'll settle it!"

Chen Shengzhuo raised his head, said "Let's go", and strode into the windy corridor. Hundreds of royal guards stationed around him quickly gathered around him following his steps.

"Go back home, from Nancheng back to Beicheng!"

"only!"

…

The octagonal copper bell swayed, and its crisp sound illuminated the miserable wind and rain.

Chen Sheng, who was resting with his eyes closed in the carriage, opened his eyes and looked at the shadowy street scene outside the bead curtain beside him, and said, "Is she there?"

The voice of the captain of the guard came from the car window: "Go back to your Majesty, she is here."

After Chen Sheng was silent for a few moments, he whispered: "Go there in person and tell her that in half an hour, Han Ting Special War Bureau will enter the North City to eliminate demons. If you want to survive, this is your last chance!"

"only!"

Without thinking, the captain of the guard clasped his fists and accepted the order, turned around, pressed his sword and hurried out of the queue.

Chen Sheng watched him leave, sighed in his heart, and closed his eyes again.

Since that early morning, he had asked the captain of the guard to send someone to ask the local magistrate to help the pretty widow who had sold her body to bury her husband. This pretty widow would greet him at work and pick him up from get off work every day.

Although Chen Sheng had never had any communication with her, and he had never even looked at her head-on.

Every time it was just a startling glance, or a beautiful side face without makeup, or a delicate figure dressed in filial piety...

But he knew that she would be here every day, morning and evening, rain or shine.

That kind of taboo relationship that is like a short movie, combined with her silent and tenacious infatuated behavior, is like a mature, beautiful, plump big sister, skillfully teasing the little boy's turbulent heart!

Chen Sheng obviously couldn't even remember what she looked like, but her appearance deepened the impression in his heart as she waited here again and again.

This made him once again feel the little beauty of being hesitant to speak and prophesying when a young man is in love, little Ji Dong!

He just thought it was his body that affected his mind, and he happily savored this seasonal movement with a nostalgic attitude.

At the same time, we also restrain this seasonal movement!

After all, he is not a real young man, his soul is a middle-aged man who has been through the world for a long time.

He knows what to do and what not to do.

I also know how to do things that are beneficial to myself and what I am doing.

This kind of life perception extracted from personal experience will not change with the change of identity, but will only last forever and become stronger with age.

However, this season is not like usual. When I wake up, I feel that the world is not worth it.

Instead, it became more intense because of his deliberate suppression.

I even had a shameful dream last night...

This morning, he deliberately ordered the carriage to divert here to the west of the city, not only to change the environment and sort out the seasonal changes, but also to tell the pretty widow, "I don't want to see you again."

With Chen Sheng's temperament, he was willing to use such a tactful and gentle way to make this pretty widow retreat in spite of difficulties, which already meant that he was actually somewhat interested in her.

It wasn't until he heard from Han Fei that Xunzi said that Chen County was so evil that he suddenly came back to his senses.

He has not forgotten the strange incident in which the memories of the people around him were collectively tampered with on the day he first met this little widow!

He originally thought that Baijia was trying to intimidate him in that matter.

However, the Special Operations Bureau and Qianji Tower have been working hard to investigate, but there are still no clues... This is extraordinary. Chen County is the center of the Han Dynasty. The Special Operations Bureau and Qianji Tower have as many informants as the hair on their feet.

If they could do such a big thing in Chen County and hide it from the spies of the Special War Bureau and Qianji Tower, then they could enter anyone's home in Chen County and take away anyone's head!

They say if something goes wrong, it must be a monster!

The two demonic things were superimposed and combined, and Chen Shengyao couldn't react. This pretty widow who stole his heart silently was the demon Xunzi saw that day... He was not worthy of sitting on the throne of the King of Han anymore!

"Oh, it is true that since ancient times, deep love cannot be retained. Only tricks can win people's hearts!"

He murmured mockingly to himself. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or disappointed.

…

The carriage arrived at the Chen family compound.

Chen Sheng walked quickly into the house holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Zhao Qing led A Yu out to welcome him, and pulled Chen Sheng to look at the carriage outside the door: "Da Lang, where are we?"

Chen Sheng looked at the two sisters in confusion: "Who are they?"

"Who are you and my eldest sister?"

Zhao Qing looked at him in surprise, with a stiff smile on his lips, and a rare anger flashing in his eyes, "Of course it's you who found my sister for me!"

Chen Sheng looked at her even more surprised than she was, only to realize that she was wearing the floral pomegranate skirt that she had packed on the bottom of the box today, with the silver hairpin that her mother left for her on her head, and a little rouge on her cheeks...

The makeup was not very appropriate, but Chen Sheng, who had never seen her like this before, thought she was so cute that he wanted to hold her and nibble on her!

He reacted immediately and said with a confident smile: "When did I say I would find you a sister?"

Zhao Qing: "You were brought up by my concubine. How can you hide it from others, even from me? You've been looking like a peach blossom in the past few days. You can't eat well, you can't sleep well, and your soul is not good."

Is your son about to be seduced by someone else?"

Chen Sheng looked at her in surprise and thought: 'Is it so obvious?'

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Qing just thought that he had guessed correctly. His eyes immediately darkened a bit, but he still managed to say calmly: "Three generations of our family have been singled out for you, so since you have chosen him,

If you find someone else’s girl, just take her home and have a look. No matter whether it’s three matchmakers, six ladies, or eight sedans, our family can afford it. As long as you like it, as long as she is willing to contribute to our family, we will give up.

I won’t wrong other girls!”
To be continued...