"Collect his body, thicken his coffin, and immediately send people to Mang Mountain in the north of Luoyi to search for his family and find a good place to bury him!"
With a few fingers, Han Fei, who had already taken poison when he arrived and died with the help of alcohol, was surrounded by ice. The power of the black ice spread, and the coldness was overwhelming. He sighed softly.
Although I can save him, but if a person's heart is dead, what's the use of resuscitating him?
"Here!"
Ye Teng followed behind him and bowed his hands. Han Fei's talent was worthy of this.
"This bronze chariot will be buried with him!"
The city has been destroyed, and Han Fei came to see him. He knew what he meant, but he already knew what he said.
"Here!"
"Wuzhenhou, the King of Han has surrendered!"
Ye Teng saluted again and was about to take action. Suddenly, he saw a white flag raised on the city wall. Deep inside the destroyed city gate, King Ansu of Han drove out of the city.
Standing under the bronze umbrella canopy, he was old and no longer wearing the imperial robes. He held a bronze seal in both hands, which was the royal seal passed down by Korea for two hundred years. He stood three feet away and stepped out of the car helplessly.
If I had known this, why would I do it in the first place?
Ye Teng stepped forward, took the copper seal from Han Wangan, and handed it to Zhou Qing.
"The rest is up to you."
Looking at the Korean Royal Seal in his hand, Zhou Qing nodded and looked at Ye Teng.
"Here!"
"The cavalry is stationed outside the city, and 40,000 infantry troops enter the city!"
After giving the order, the herald rushed to the four gates. After a few breaths, the entire Xinzheng, which was a large city, no longer had any resistance. With the Qin army entering the city, they officially took over the support of Xinzheng.
At this point, in the Xia and Warring States periods, Korea no longer existed!
Qin won the first battle in the world!
This happened in the spring of the seventeenth year of King Yingzheng of Qin Dynasty!
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"Prince, now that the gate of Xinzheng City is open, you only need to hide a few times and look for good opportunities to leave and go to other countries in Shandong. It may not be impossible in the future."
In the Dongcheng area of Xinzheng, in the mansion where Prince Han Yu is located, he is dressed in brocade and jade robes, with his hair tied up and a crown, and he is sitting quietly in front of the hall, enjoying wine and delicacies.
The staff and disciples around him couldn't help but persuade him that the incident of Zhao's orphans was in the past, but it may not be impossible to happen again now.
"My father surrendered to the Qin Dynasty, and my ninth brother died on his own. Although Yu is not as good as the two of us, it is not far away. There is no need for the Qing family to persuade me. If you think about a little bit of fate, the Qing family should leave Xinzheng with Cheng'er."
"Cheng'er is still young and should not have to bear such an end."
Han Yu smiled softly, as if he didn't think too much, and murmured the words in his mouth. He looked at the two Qing family members on the left and right. On this occasion, he was still by his side, and he was a good minister.
It's not in vain that I fancy them so much.
Cheng'er is his own heir. If Korea is destroyed now, he should pay the price. Otherwise, among the Xia, Qin will not let it go.
"Prince!"
"..."
The two of them lowered their eyebrows and shed tears, feeling very unwilling.
"Let's go to the Qing family. The Qin army will come later and they won't be able to leave."
Han Yu stood up, helped the two people on his left and right to their feet, and gave instructions.
"We will live up to the prince's expectations and will raise him up, hoping to revive Jinhan's reputation in the future."
The two looked at each other with firm eyebrows and promised.
Not long after, the two of them took Han Yu's son Han Cheng and quietly left the mansion and hid in Xinzheng.
Forty thousand Qin troops entered Xinzheng and quickly took over all affairs in the palace. Prince Han Yu was captured, as were the other important officials in Xinzheng. The royal city was heavily guarded.
All the palace maids, ladies, and beauties were kept in the harem, and as a rule, they were brought back to Xianyang in the future as a reward.
"This is the letter he left for you three."
In an ordinary house in the west city of Xinzheng, I climbed up and looked up. At this moment, Xinzheng was completely occupied. The Qin army took over all defenses. Han Fei had left the city before, and news of the incident was also spread.
Princess Honglian, who was dressed in a light gray linen robe, had beautiful eyes and rosy eyes, and crystal beads as big as a drop fell down. Now, the father has fallen into the hands of the Qin army, the ninth brother is also dead, and the fourth brother is also captured.
You should go there again.
Wearing a light blue linen robe, Zhang Liang, who was not handsome and elegant, was also very sad and grief-stricken. He and the Ninth Young Master were both teachers and friends. Now, Xinzheng has fallen, and the Ninth Young Master has also passed away.
In Xinzheng, the fifth generation of prime ministers is more like a joke.
What should I do next? Should I flee to other countries in Shandong, hoping to regain Korea one day, or should I continue to stay on Korean soil, hoping to fight? For a moment, my mind was filled with mixed thoughts.
"It is inevitable that South Korea is like this, so why is it sad?"
The man in black clothes and silver hair, as before, holds a shark-tooth sword in one hand.
If he meets his requirements, with more than 100,000 troops, he can definitely resist the Qin army for three months. However, South Korea is completely decayed. Hearing what Zi Nu said, he took a letter from her hand.
Princess Honglian and Zhang Liang on the side also took letters from Zi Nu.
"Huh, all things will be decided in the future."
After Wei Zhuang finished reading the letter in his hand, he smiled coldly. The power in his hand flashed and the paper turned into nothing. He looked at the chaos in Xinzheng outside the window. Without hesitation, he stepped out and left here. He had stayed in South Korea for too long.
It’s time to go far away.
"Sister Purple Girl."
Before she finished reading the letter in her hand, Honglian was shocked when she saw Wei Zhuang leaving coldly. For some reason, she felt more and more sad in her heart, and she forced herself to finish reading the book in her hand.
With tears in his eyes, he became even more sad. He took a step closer, gently hugged Sister Zi's arm, and cried hard. In the past... my father was here, my fourth brother was here, my ninth brother was here, and with him, I had a solid foundation.
support and arms.
Now that they are gone, what should I do and what can I do?
"Honglian, there is no need to be too sad. With me by your side in the future, even though South Korea is destroyed, we must still live well."
"This is what he entrusted to me, and it is also the path you should take."
As for Hong Lian's arrangement, Han Fei had told himself before that after checking with everyone around him, he would be the only one with her from now on. In all the Xia Dynasties, too many people had already sacrificed their blood for South Korea.
Hearing this, Hong Lian's whole body began to tremble even more violently, and she began to cry uncontrollably and couldn't stop it.
"Ninth Young Master."
Zhang Liang on the side finished reading the letter in his hand. Junyi's expression was also full of pain, and he kept whispering in his mouth, full of helplessness. In the past, with the Nine Young Masters in Xinzheng, he always had confidence in his heart.
Now, the Ninth Young Master has died, and the five generations of prime ministers no longer exist. Although there are clan members, they have all disappeared. In the future, he will become a person.
"Miss Purple Girl, Princess Honglian will be left to you."
"Goodbye, farewell."
Brother Wei Zhuang has gone far away, and Xinzheng is now taken over by the Qin State, and there is no place for him to stay. Princess Honglian has Zi Nu to take care of her, so she will be fine. She will also go to Songhai to avoid the storm temporarily.
"You...go."
Zi Nu nodded. He had already made arrangements for Zhang Liang a few years ago, but now he just mentioned it more and added some more instructions.
Watching Zhang Liang's figure disappear into the depths of her eyes, Zi Nu was not worried about Zhang Liang's whereabouts. He was a smart man. Instead, he benefited a lot from staying by Han Fei's side.
I have long been able to stand alone.
Three days later!
Han Wangan and all the Korean royal family and important ministers were escorted to Xianyang, as were the beauties of the royal city. During this period, all matters were handed over to Ye Teng, while Zhou Qing personally went to Beimang, Luoyi, Sanchuan County to find a place for Han Fei
Excellent place.
Seven days later!
The fast horse documents from Xianyang arrived, and Nanyang guarded Teng and sealed everything in Xinzheng. The garrison stayed in Xinzheng, and the army spread across the country to rectify and unify the entire old land of Korea.
Half a month later, the Qin State's official letter informed Zhu Xia:
South Korea merged into the Qin State and established Yingchuan County!
The destruction of Korea was quick and easy. Although it took nearly a year, the entire Qin government and the public took it indifferently.
Being able to directly destroy Korea made the old Qin people curious. After all, Korea was also one of the Warring States Period. The elite cavalry cleared the way and the Korean monarchs and ministers were escorted to Xianyang.
Cars and horses gathered outside the south gate, and business travelers from various countries in Shandong also gathered. Looking at the scene in front of them with emotion, the old Qin people clapped their hands and congratulated each other. Although South Korea is not a big deal, it is still considered a big country.
of the vassal states.
For a time, everyone who gathered inside and outside Xianyang, regardless of whether they were scholars, peasants, industrialists or merchants, or owned restaurants or farms, smiled knowingly.
However, at the same time, Zhou Qing, who was far away from Xianyang and was coordinating the major event of destroying Han, returned to Xianyang.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
A grand procession of four-horse king's chariots had just arrived in the capital of Xianyang, when quietly, the dull sound of bells came from the Xianyang Palace on the east side.
"Sir, the bell rings twenty-seven times, which is the sound of great mourning. It is worthy of a noble person!"
Nongyu in the carriage raised her eyebrows when she heard the sound. This kind of etiquette is not a secret.
"It's Queen Mother Zhao!"
The Heavenly Eye scanned the scene and the scene in Xianyang Palace fell into his eyes. Although he was a little surprised, he thought about what Zong Qiong told him last year that the Empress Dowager Zhao was seriously ill in Xianyang Palace and now she finally passed away.
"You guys should go back home first, I'll go to the palace."
He got off the carriage, straddled the horse, and watched the carriage travel to the west side of Xianyang City. Zhou Qing headed to Xianyang Palace with the accompanying guards.
As the sound of mourning fell, the entire Xianyang Palace was patrolled and guarded. Next to the gate, he met Weiwei Li Zhong and asked briefly. Zhou Qing then went to Xingle Palace to wait.
Not long after, the Shaofu ordered Zhao Gao to arrive in person and move to Ganquan Palace.
Feeling this, Zhou Qing had no choice but to go to Ganquan Palace, which was the noble place of the harem. Along the way, everyone in the Qin royal family was defeated. Inside and outside the magnificent palace, there was silence.
"I've met the king!"
The Shaofu Ling is in front of him, and the halls and halls in Ganquan Palace are all prosperous. There, he sees King Qin Zheng in his regular clothes standing quietly in front of the bed. There, a graceful and luxurious woman closes her eyes forever.
eyes.
Although there are many unbearable things, the involvement of blood is still a fetter after all.
"Wuzhenhou, you are back."
Hearing the sound, Qin Wangzheng turned slightly, sighed softly, and spoke softly without saying more.