South Korea is neither big nor small. No matter how bad it is, it is still one of the seven countries.
Although the current area is the smallest among the seven countries, and even only a small group on the map, it can still "block" Qin's east gate. It can be regarded as a buffer zone between various countries and Qin. This is also the reason why South Korea has not been destroyed for so many years.
Neither Zhao nor Wei, nor even Chu, wanted Qin to destroy South Korea.
Everyone knows the truth about dying lips and cold teeth.
It's just that the gains and losses of interests are more important than the loss of lips and teeth. This is why the Hezong has never achieved any major results for many years.
Everyone doesn't want to suffer a loss, but they also want to eat a piece of fat. How can there be such a good thing in this world?
This has also led to the fact that all the land around South Korea has become a buffer zone for the two sides to pull back and forth. Even South Korea itself no longer regards that land as its own and allows the land to be abandoned. As for the civilians in it...how can a weak country do that?
Think so much.
For Qin, its vision and pattern are the entire world, but for South Korea, how to survive in this troubled world is what it needs to consider.
On this point.
Weak countries and their people are the same. They have no choice but to let the wind and rain beat them.
Most critical.
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By contrast.
"When did I lie to you?"
Honglian took a deep breath, stared at her brother fiercely, and asked.
In Ji Wuye's view, a man must be capable, otherwise everything will be false!
"Hey, Guren!"
If Zhao Jia was really capable, how could he be deposed as the crown prince by King Zhao and even be sent to Qin as a hostage? This can already explain some problems.
People like Zhao Jia who reach the pinnacle of life while lying down deserve to be damned.
"Didn't my father promise you? I won't marry you off for the time being."
Han Fei shouted quickly, but Honglian left without looking back. He felt dizzy for a moment. After a moment, he frowned and sat down, with a more solemn expression on his face than Honglian thought.
Simple, he had more on his mind.
Is this the eldest son of Zhao really just here to marry Honglian?
"Then find someone to help me beat him up and make him quit!"
Honglian said without thinking: "Often!"
Only if you are familiar with it.
"Then do you have any good ideas?"
Extremely handsome?
If you want to live well in this troubled world, you have no means, no strength, no status...how can you live like a human being!
Who doesn’t want to serve the country when they are young and be loyal and courageous!
How could it be possible without the help of money!
After all, soldiers serve as soldiers for money. Not all countries are like the Qin State, which can improve their titles by killing enemies. South Korea does not have so many titles and land to supply the soldiers below. This is why Ji Wuye earns money.
Reasons for bias.
Ji Wuye nodded with satisfaction, feeling very reassured about Mo Ya's work.
Mo Ya lowered his head and said softly: "This eldest son of the Zhao Kingdom is very popular with the Queen Mother of the Qin Kingdom. My subordinates took a look at him from a distance... This boy is indeed extremely handsome and has extraordinary bearing."
Today's South Korea has long lived up to its past. It cannot defeat other countries in a war, but Ji Wuye needs to maintain his prestige in the military.
In her opinion, if the eldest son of Zhao was beaten violently, the other party would definitely know that she was not easy to mess with and would definitely retreat.
"That's good!"
Ji Wuye, who was wearing a simple armor and a bright red cloak, was lazily leaning on the seat. There was a ruler-shaped sword on the shelf beside him. The bright lights illuminated the entire hall. This Korean grandmaster
The general was swaying around with a glass of wine, staring coldly at the dancers dancing not far away, with a bit of the ferocity of a carnivore in his eyes.
Honglian said angrily that because of this matter recently, she had not had a good night's sleep for half a month. The thought of marrying someone she didn't like made her heart twitch.
At this point, the same is true for Zhao Jia!
Nothing else.
Han Fei chuckled.
Ji Wuye squeezed the wine jue in his hand, and his originally ferocious face became more and more terrifying, like a ferocious tiger with a sinister look in his eyes and whispered to himself.
Han Fei looked at his sister whose brain circuit was abnormal and said in a dumbfounded voice.
"Then have you thought of a way!"
At this moment, the Korean General's Mansion.
He narrowed his eyes and said in a serious voice.
"Um, Honglian, please be merciful, my brother has kept this jug of wine for many years."
Extraordinary?
In a palace near the cold palace, a young girl is going crazy. Her pink and white dress outlines her exquisite figure. Her facial features are exquisite and girlish. Her big, watery eyes are staring at someone fiercely, and her hands are
Holding a jug of wine hanging in the air, with his small waist thrust out, his chest was beginning to take shape, and he said angrily: "Drink, you know how to drink! Your sister is about to be sent off to get married, and you still drink!"
"Marquis Changxin... It's really enviable. The deposed prince of Zhao who was supposed to be a hostage suddenly became the marquis of Qin!"
"Are you ready over there? Don't make any mistakes!"
A weak country generally represents internal rot. South Korea has long been rotten from top to bottom. Only this rotten root can maintain the basic operation of South Korea.
Because the jug of wine in the other person's hand was specially left behind before going to Qi to study abroad, and was intended to be drunk on the day of return. If it were thrown on the ground, it would be more painful than losing his wife.
Ji Wuye took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and said coldly, then glanced at the dancer who was still dancing, raised his hand and waved, and after they left, he looked at Mo Ya who had his head lowered.
.
"brush!"
"Don't worry about him for now!"
"...Brother is a scholar."
That is the position of marquis!
What Ji Wuye hoped for but couldn't ask for, Zhao Jia got it easily.
Han Fei, who was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, looked at the fierce girl in front of him with a fawning expression and quickly begged for mercy.
Han Fei twitched the corner of his mouth, rolled his eyes angrily, and said helplessly: "Don't worry, brother won't care about you."
Honglian looked at Han Fei with disappointment and complained: "What a nonsense. I went to Confucianism and learned nothing except drinking and not taking a shower. Brother, why are you so useless?"
Han Fei's expression stiffened. He didn't know how to refute being hurt by his own sister.
But reality always backfires.
Honglian frowned and said, "For now? I don't want to get married. Even if I do, I have to marry the person I like."
The person who came was none other than Mo Ya, who had appeared at the border between Qin and South Korea. His expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to have run all the way without expending too much energy. He didn't even look at the dancer in the center, and when he was ten steps away from Ji Wuye
The people on the left and right stopped, raised their hands and saluted: "General, the Marquis Changxin has arrived. According to the plan, Zuo Sima Liu Yi left him in Yangcheng, and he should arrive in Xinzheng in three days."
Honglian pouted and muttered, "I'll figure it out myself!"
When Han Fei heard this, his face straightened, his eyebrows furrowed, he nodded, and said in a deep voice: "After thinking for a few days, I have some plans. Please give me the wine first, and I will tell you in detail."
After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the hall.
Honglian handed the wine in her hand to Han Fei dubiously, "Don't lie to me!"
Mo Ya lowered his head silently, thinking that he was pretty good-looking.
The person he likes... Han Fei looked at the pretty girl in front of him, smiled slightly, and promised: "Brother will help you."
After all, this world belongs to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.
A black shadow appeared at the entrance of the palace and immediately strode inside.
For him, he has done too many such things, and he is completely an experienced veteran.
Ji Wuye's expression paused when he heard this, and immediately the corner of his mouth twitched, and the bronze wine baron in his hand was directly crushed by his hand. The wine spilled on the floor, and sneered: "So what if you are good-looking, you are not a waste who relies on women!"
Honglian's eyes rolled darkly and she encouraged.
In contrast, the dancing girls looked like extremely helpless herbivores, as if they would be cruelly treated by Ji Wuye the next moment.
In the near future, South Korea will send a batch of military pay to the front line. When and how the military pay will be sent to the front line are all decided by him. Even the person responsible for escorting the military pay is his. Faced with this
There is no reason not to eat a big meal.
Han Fei asked seriously.
At the same time, the palace of King Han was not quiet either.
You must know that Ji Wuye has been fighting on the front line for decades to reach his current status. During this period, he was on the verge of life and death many times.
"..."
Mo Ya maintained a respectful posture, without any wavering in his eyes, and said slowly: "General, don't worry, everything has been prepared. We are just waiting for King Han's order. Everything will go according to the pre-made script!"
No matter how much I think about it, something feels wrong.
What on earth does he want to do!
And the state of Qin.
If he just allowed his prostitutes from other countries to enter South Korea to marry the princess, what plans did Qin have?
PS: I got back together with my girlfriend, there’s another update