Qin Shihuang actually sleeps powder

Five days later, Li Si, who "began to come out after a thousand calls", finally wrote the "Book of Remonstrance and Chasing Guests".

The King of Qin was able to distinguish right from wrong, decisively adopted Li Si's suggestion, and immediately canceled the expulsion order.

As a result, Liu Ji and others were restored to their original posts, and Li Si was still reused as a court lieutenant.

A month later, the city of Xianyang, which had been silent for a long time, finally became lively, and people from all sides who received the news flooded into Qin again.

Although Qin State is extremely strict in some respects, for the sake of Luoyang paper and toilet paper, the people of the six countries said that they can bear anything.

The Qin army that went on the expedition also fought with South Korea. After several small-scale battles, the Qin army was indifferent, while South Korea suffered heavy losses.

The king of Han worriedly held a court meeting to discuss the matter of peace.

When the battle report came, Han Fei also received a letter, in which the king of Qin succinctly threatened: If you, Han Fei, do not come to Qin, then the Qin army will continue to attack South Korea until the capital Xinzheng.

Han Fei, who was in his 40s, was stunned by the threatening letter written by King Qin himself (people in ancient times had beards).

After a while, he regained his composure, and stood in front of the window without saying a word, until his wife came to call him for dinner.

Han Fei looked at his wife tenderly, as well as the eldest son Han Zhi and youngest daughter Han Yi at the table. The meal time was enough for him to make up his mind.

It was night, and Han Fei had a night talk with his eldest son.

"Zhi'er, my father will ask me to go to Qin as an envoy tomorrow, and I will definitely not be able to go back after I go."

Han Zhi was shocked, and he tremblingly said: "Father, why..."

Immediately, Han Zhi apologized guiltily, "Father, my son was rude, please continue."

Han Fei didn't mind his son interrupting him, because he knew that his son, like him, was a little impatient.

And because of his stuttering, he spoke very slowly, and it was common for him to be interrupted.

He glanced at his son reassuringly, and continued what he had just said.

"My father wants you to take your mother and younger sister to pretend to have fun, but actually escape to Qi State, which is a relatively safe place."

Han Zhi is 19 years old this year. Although he is always ridiculed by uncles and cousins ​​because of his father's stuttering, this is just a verbal attack. He has not experienced real storms. Six gods have no master.

Han Fei knew that his son was not a coward, but it was difficult to accept it for a while.

He just said: "I believe you will protect them as a father, right?" Then he ignited his son's fighting spirit, so that he can go to Qin with peace of mind.

The next day, the king of Han ordered: Han Fei is the official envoy to lead a team to the state of Qin and set off immediately.

After the mission team left, Han Zhi followed his father's words and took his mother and younger sister on the journey to Qi.

A month later, the South Korean envoy finally arrived in Xianyang City.

Han Fei did not choose to sit in the carriage, but walked on the smooth and clean streets of Xianyang.

The endless stream of merchants and the noisy market were all attracting Han Fei's attention.

There are no princes riding horses to make trouble in the streets, and no ordinary people panicking and giving way.

Although there were endless yells of bargaining, and some merchants even wanted to fight because they failed to negotiate a price, the patrolling soldiers around them would try to persuade them to fight with a simple and honest face.

Here is order, a city ruled by law.

Han Fei was eager to expose the lie that the King of Qin had given him. He spent three days measuring Xianyang City with his legs like he was tireless, but the final result was undoubtedly that the King of Qin won a complete victory.

The entire Xianyang City, except for the slightly messy and chaotic area where the common people live, the rest of the city is really like the king's capital under the rule of law in his mind.

"call......"

Han Fei was sitting in a restaurant called "Only the Number One". There were four empty plates on the table in front of him.

The stuffed Han Fei was very embarrassed, his face flushed slightly.Usually his appetite is quite small, it was the first time in his life that he was full, and he could only blame the delicious food here.

"Hi sir, the rule of our store is that no matter how much you eat, you only need to leave a calligraphy when you leave to get free. A word or an article is fine. If you don't want to keep the calligraphy, you can pay for it."

After hearing what this guy said, Han Fei chose to pay of course. Since he was entangled by King Qin, no matter how proud he was of his article, he never published it to the outside world.

"I'm not very talented, so I'd better pay. How much do you need to pay for this table of meals?"

The man smiled slightly and spit out a number: "Three hundred gold."

After finishing speaking, he continued to ask: "Do you think you want the servant to go home to get the money? Or does our store send someone to go home with you to get the money?"

Han Fei was dumbfounded by these words.

As an unpopular Korean son, he spends his daily expenses very carefully. How can he have so much money?

And the reason why he came to this store today was entirely because he saw that this store was the most deserted, but it was located in a bustling area.

Moreover, getting this name can be regarded as domineering, and with the fact that there is a hundred gold available for this mission, he will...

Han Fei was stunned, and muttered to himself: "Is this a black shop?"

The man was not angry when he heard this, because he was used to seeing guests like this.

He took the trouble to explain in detail: "Sir, what you said is wrong. The ingredients in our store are specially supplied by Shanglinyuan. The menu is all the food that our Qin King Qin usually eats, and the master chef who is in charge of the spoon is famous in Xianyang City. Master, three hundred gold is not expensive!"

Han Fei recalled the delicious food he had just eaten, swallowed, and asked, "Little friend, can you change it to keep calligraphy?"

The guy looked "Sure enough", and immediately asked Han Fei to move.

Han Fei followed the guy to a room lingering in the scent of ink. There were a few people standing or sitting in it, most of them were holding pens with pained expressions on their faces, and a few were writing furiously.

Only then did Han Fei remember to ask: "Little friend, do you know if you just write this calligraphy? Or..."

The clerk smiled when he heard the words, "Naturally, it needs to be approved! Our store is opened by Liu Keqing, and the calligraphy left by the guests here will be sent to Zhangtai Palace. Only when Liu Keqing nods, we will consider the guests free of charge." Success. But you don't have to worry, as long as you can escape from Qin, we will not pursue the debt."

The smile on Han Fei's face was extremely stiff, and the clerk continued: "Don't worry, our store will not detain you here, but will go to your residence every day to remind you, but if you want to eat our food again , you have to repay the debt or calligraphy you owe.”

Han Fei resigned himself to his fate and sat in front of a small table, picked up the pen, stroked the smooth and white Luoyang paper, and did not write for a long time.

A diner next to him who was also thinking said, "Brother, you look very raw, are you new to Xianyang City?"

Han Fei nodded.

The diner continued: "In Xiafeng Quji, I come here to eat every day. I have to make three articles a day, and I have already made 35 articles. Except for one article that was sent back on the first day, none of the others have failed." Get beaten back!"

Hearing this, Han Fei was somewhat admirable, and said slowly, "I'm here, Han Fei, today, indeed, yes, it's the first time I've come here. Brother, you have a brilliant literary talent. It must be!"

Feng Quji hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, my writing is average, but that Liu Keqing in the palace has some peculiar hobbies! Come, come, come, Brother Han, take a look at this article I have written. "

Han Fei took it in doubt and took a look.

I saw that the title was: Remembering Wild Peaches in the Mountains. Looking further down, the content was actually an experience of planting peach trees with a young friend!

It's just that the whole article is carried on and on, with gorgeous words and smooth flow of water, written in one go, silently conveying the writer's high level of talent and learning.

Han Fei speeded up his speech with some effort: "Go, Jixian, my brother is a great talent!"

Feng Quji didn't care about Han Fei's abrupt pause. He pointed to Han Fei and said, "Is this your first time writing? If you want to write about real things, it's best to let people be on the scene. Either it's a shocking truth, or it's just me." Ordinary children's books are fine."

"Children, reading materials? How, how, will, yes, little, children's reading materials?"

Han Fei was a little excited. This article turned out to be just a children's book?

"I handed in this article, probably for the eldest son Fusu to read."

Just as Han Fei was about to ask, he saw an eight or nine-year-old child and a five or six-year-old child walking in.

Feng Quji, who was still eloquent just now, immediately got up and went to meet him, "Quji met you, Young Master Xu, and you're here to collect articles again!"

Seeing his attitude and listening to his words, Han Fei knew that the identities of these two children were not simple, and they were most likely the Young Master Fusu.

Xiaotong said coldly, and then pulled Fusu to the small table in front of Han Fei's left, on which a stack of articles had already been placed.

The two children sat there quietly picking up the article to read.

Feng Quji, who came back, stopped talking, but wrote a note to Han Fei, reminding him to keep quiet.

Time passed with the sound of paper and pen rubbing together. Han Fei wrote three articles at once. He had already decided to have dinner here later, so he was prepared.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Tong rubbed his stomach and felt a little hungry. He called a waiter and ordered: "There are three plates of dim sum on each table. I serve sweet-scented osmanthus cake, red bean cake, and rose cake here. Look at other people's cakes." .”

As soon as the words fell, the diners in the room all stood up and cupped their hands in thanks: "Thank you, Young Master Xu, for your generosity!"

Han Fei naturally followed the crowd to get up and thank him, but he didn't make a sound to avoid confusion.

After that, I sat on the side and waited for the snacks to be served. After all, I knew the food must be delicious just by looking at the expressions of the people around me!

After a while, the whole room was invaded by the smell of food. Han Fei picked up a small square piece of white pastry and ate it into his mouth. The sweetness of red beans instantly filled his mouth. It was delicious!

Pick up another yellow piece in a small dish, is this wheat? !

Han Fei opened his eyes wide, he had never eaten such wheat!

Feng Quji, who was at the side, came over, looked at the dim sum on his table, and proposed a deal: "Brother Han, I don't like red bean cakes, but you don't like them, can I change it with you?"