"Who is he?" Yan Lingji, who thought she was safe, hid herself in a dark corner and panted.
"He said he was the King of Qin? But, isn't this Korea?" Yan Lingji thought back to her previous conversation with that person, and felt that her brain seemed to be running out of energy.
"Also, what was the trick he used to hit me at the end? Why was I okay and didn't even feel a sense of threat?" Yan Lingji suddenly opened her clothes and revealed the pure white clothes hidden inside.
I don’t know when, but strange lines appeared on my skin.
"Dragon-shaped tattoo?" Yan Lingji was born in Baiyue and was no stranger to various tattoos. With just a cursory glance, she could already determine the general direction of the lines that appeared on her body.
"But, when did this kind of martial arts that stamp people with heraldry appear? What is the use of this kind of martial arts? It can't be a seal, right?" Yan Lingji said to herself, the doubts on her face gradually solidified, and she confirmed that
It's anger.
"Prince Qin? Ha." Yan Lingji sneered and completely hid herself in the darkness.
Ying Zheng, who had not left that house, waited for someone to come, now the palace gate captain Bai Xueyi.
"Is that woman just now the one the king is looking for?" Bai Xueyi, who was standing in the courtyard, looked up at Ying Zheng on the roof and asked playfully.
"You should be able to tell that she is the same person as you." Ying Zheng said.
"It's the same person. She is really lucky to be chosen by the king." Bai Xueyi said.
"Actually, Xue Yi can do it, it's just that you don't want to. If you are willing, you will no longer have a door in the palace." Ying Zheng pointed to the position beside him.
Bai Xueyi saw the direction where Ying Zheng's finger was pointing, hesitated a little, and then jumped to Ying Zheng's side, her dexterous body making no sound on the roof.
"Your Majesty is joking, how old am I?" Bai Xueyi said calmly.
"According to what you said, people like you will only age when your bloodline fails in your old age. I wonder how many years you have left before that time you mentioned?" Ying Zheng asked.
When communicating with Bai Xueyi, the former Marquis of Xueyi, Ying Zheng already knew the special features of bloodline ability users. They do not have the common classification of life stages such as teenagers, youth, prime age, middle age, and old age.
For them, there are only distinctions between childhood, adulthood and old age.
Throughout its life, there was a long period of adulthood and an extreme period of old age, which was very similar to another creature in Ying Zheng's memory.
"About twenty years," Bai Xueyi said.
"Isn't that thirty years of life for a normal person?" Ying Zheng said.
"Your Majesty, this is not the same thing, how can it be compared? You know, my son is already thirty or forty years old." Bai Xueyi subconsciously smoothed a strand of long hair that was blown by the night wind at the tip of his nose.
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"He is really your son, not a clan member?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Why does your Majesty ask this? You know, I have been a mother for more than thirty years, how can I still be false?" Bai Xueyi said calmly.
"One day, you will tell me the real reason." Ying Zheng said.
The night passed slowly between the two of them.
But the night brings more than just peace. In the palace where Han An is imprisoned, Han An, who has become more prosperous since he ascended the throne, has obviously lost weight, and he also looks a bit like his youth.
Outline.
At this time, the former King of Han looked at the blank bamboo slips in front of the desk, with a confused expression on his face.
Not long ago, he received an order to write a letter to recall his only son Han Fei who was away from home.
If it were at other times, Han An would naturally not have any struggle, but at this moment, Han Fei has extraordinary significance to him and South Korea.
Because Han Fei is the only person in the Korean royal family who has not fallen into the hands of Qin at this time. Compared to people like them whose future is uncertain, Han Fei is even the only hope left for Korea.
If South Korea has any possibility of recovery, it must lie with Han Fei.
Under such circumstances, how could Han An be willing to write this letter?
For the sake of South Korea, he was unwilling to do this.
However, South Korea has become a thing of the past for him. As for the future of South Korea, he cannot see it. What he can see is himself now. He can see the consequences of his rejection of Qin. This consequence still needs to be
He will bear it himself.
For a moment, his reason told Han An that he could not do what King Qin wanted, but his own body was controlling him and he couldn't help but put his hand on the brush beside him.
"Son, I'm sorry. You are the hope of South Korea, but I am also the hope of South Korea." Han An picked up the pen, which was obviously very light, but was extremely heavy in his hand.
"Han An, what exactly do you want to do?" Just as Han An was writing the first column of small characters on the bamboo slips, an angry voice sounded in his ears.
"Mother, you..." Han An raised his head and looked at the old woman who was speaking, his eyes full of shame.
"Do you know what it means when you write this letter?" the old woman asked.
"No, no," Han An said repeatedly.
"It doesn't matter. What doesn't matter? Don't you already understand?" the old woman said.
"Mother, I am forced to have no choice." Han An said.
"Forced to helpless? You are forced to have no choice now, but what about in the future? You will have more helplessness in the future. Why, in order to survive, do you still want to do this?" said the old woman.
"Mother, I have..." Han An wanted to explain, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He knew that he couldn't explain because the real reason was that he was afraid of death.
"Korea has died, and the country left by our ancestors has perished in your hands. I can't blame you for this. It's because Qin is too strong, and you can't be considered sorry for our ancestors. However, if you wrote this letter, it's because of your own reasons.
"You have completely ruined the future of South Korea. Are you worthy of the future generations of South Korea?" The old woman gasped as she spoke. Obviously, speaking these words, she had almost exhausted her little strength.
"Mother, King Qin asked me to recall Fei, not to kill him, but to use him." Faced with his mother's question, Han An could only choose to deceive himself in the end.
"Do you believe this?" the old woman said disappointedly. From Han An's tone, she already knew that she could not change anything.
"I believe it." When Han An said this, he no longer felt guilty before. Obviously, in his heart, he had been convinced by himself.
"I want to see how you will face your ancestors after you die. I want to see if after you die, there will be graves for future generations to dig grass and add soil to." After saying this, the old woman turned and left.
South Korea has completely lost. It has lost not only its country, but also its remaining face.