For a Prosperous World

Wei Zhuang and Bai Feng have to go to an old baron's house tonight, so they leave first.

Gu Nan and the woman called Chi Lian were left in the room.

The musician sat and played in the corner of the room, and Gu Nan drank at her own discretion. She did not speak, nor did she practice Chi Chi.

But Chi Lian always looked at her, as if she was guarding something.

There were only strings playing in the room. Gu Nan drank the wine and took out two bamboo slips from his own bag to mention what was written.

Chi Lian's face moved, and she looked at the bamboo slip written by Gu Nan. I saw that the bamboo slip was written on the Qin State's Qin Dynasty, but the words above were not arranged in any way and could not be written.

On the other bamboo slip is written another text, which looks like Qin Yue, but it is much simpler. Some words are not recognizable, but some words are still similar. After comparison, Chi Lian found that Gu Nan was simplifying and modifying Qin Yuan and then wrote it on another bamboo slip.

Ling Xing Tongwen, this is the last thing Li Si asked her to say, is to ask her to work together.

Many of the six countries have their own languages ​​and local dialects. The words are different, the speech is different, and the decrees are difficult to spread and difficult to control.

So he thought of this form, and when he found Gu Nan, he was still excited for a long time and said that he had done the best of the same text.

The scholar was an old man, but he still looked like a young man. He didn't know where he had so much energy.

However, Gu Nan did not expect that he had planned to do the same thing so early. He thought of waiting for the peace of the people of the six countries to pass, and then he mentioned it to him.

Hearing that he still found a few people to compile, but Gu Nan did not go to ask more, Li Si gave her a number of boxes of short papers, and finishing these short papers was enough to cost her half a life.

Qin Guo's sister-in-law, she would not have written it in the previous life, but it is not so difficult to simplify the Qin Yue by learning the characters of later generations.

However, why did she find her? She didn't understand. She didn't say that she didn't know any calligraphy. When she was learning Chinese, Bai Qi often said that her calligraphy was like a dog crawling. What's more, she should be an attache, which should not be counted on her head.

It is estimated that the scholar was pulled into the water again.

Gu Nan shook her head in disgust.

The room was extraordinarily quiet, Chi Lian couldn't understand what Gu Nan was doing, and sat there for a few hours.

Gu Nan looked up from the table case, it was already late at night, and even the musicians on the side had retreated.

I added some oil to the oil lamp, but heard a slight doze in my ear, and turned my head to look.

The woman called Chilian was leaning against the window and slept soundly.

Gu Nan looked at the man by the window, half-snapped, raised a brow, and put down his pen.

Xiaozhuang is really the same as before, he will not take care of people at all.

Thinking, I walked to the window and hugged the woman who was sitting by the window. It was surprisingly light, placing her on a bed and covering it with a quilt.

Gu Nan shook her head and sat back at the desk writing a book.

The woman lying on the bed opened her eyes slightly, and she had woke up when she got up from Gu Nan.

Looking at the figure of the white robe under the lights. The light was yellow, making the man's face cold.

She let go of the scale whip around her waist and closed her eyes again.

This man is not as fierce as the rumor.

"General Wei, are you planning to rebel?"

With some panic in the voice, a young man in his twenties sitting in the hall looked around and determined that there was no one. Then he looked at the person in front of him and whispered.

He is Han Cheng, the last younger brother of South Korean clan, Han An, in Xinzheng.

Wei Zhuang sat in front of him, and Bai Feng was on the side.

Watching Han Chengwei Zhuang nodded: "Yes, son."

Han Cheng pursed his mouth, his eyes dropped, he looked around, frowned, and asked timidly.

"Can the general be sure?"

"Son, there are still a few old Korean ministers, and each of them can gather thousands of people. There are still more than 10,000 Korean soldiers outside." Wei Zhuang said lightly.

"Now in the New Deal, the Qin army is only 20,000. The son-in-law summons the remnants, unites the old ministers, echoes internally and externally, and breaks through Xinzheng. When the old ministers are called around, how confident is the son?

Sitting in his seat, Han Cheng hesitated, the glimmer of the oil lamp swayed, and his face was dimly illuminated.

At last he sighed and sat on the couch in surprise.

"General Wei, even if it succeeds, the old Korean ministers all called together, and they couldn't stop the Qin army at all."

"My son." Wei Zhuang's voice was heavy: "What if every country is up?"

Han Cheng's face was uncertain: "Every country, every country?"

"If the son is in power, he can naturally call on the survivors of various countries to resist Qin. By then, countless people in the world may resist Qin?

Silent in the hall, Han Cheng sat on his seat and shook his hand.

He was weak by nature, and when his brother fell into the city and died, he still has fresh memories, and he often cannot sleep at night because of nightmares.

In his youth, Brother Wang often cared for him because of his last brother. He still remembers what Brother Wang said to him when he took the throne.

Brother Wang died for South Korea, but South Korea is no longer there.

For the country and the people.

"General Wei." Han Cheng stared at Wei Zhuang, who often had weak eyes and frowns, and his lips were a little white.

The voice was not heavy, but said word by word: "This is what we can do."

Wei Zhuang's footsteps slowly walked along the corridor, almost no sound, although his light body skill is not worse than his sword skill. Even in the usual steps, there is rarely a sound.

Walked to the door of the room, Wei Zhuang stood at the door for a while, and finally pushed in and walked in.

The sky outside couldn't see the light, the room was lit with oil lamps, Chilian was lying asleep on the bed.

The man in the white robe was still sitting at the case writing something.

It seemed to feel the sound behind him, Gu Nan turned his head and saw Wei Zhuang standing by the door.

I glanced at the sleeping woman on the bed, smiled, and whispered.

"Xiaozhuang, you are back."

"Um." Wei Zhuang walked behind Gu Nan.

The windows are open ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The wind is a bit cold at night.

Gu Nan looked down at the text on the desk case, and wrote it today.

Put down the pen, stood up, stretched, and walked to the railing: "What's wrong?"

"Han Qincheng has made a decision."

"is it."

The two did not speak for a while.

There was a voice behind Gu Nan, but a wide robe was placed on her shoulder.

"What do you do?" Gu Nan glanced at Weizhuang in doubt.

Wei Zhuang's eyes looked far away, and said stiffly, "At night, it's a bit cold."

Looking at the shirt draped over his shoulder, Gu Nan smiled and shook his head, but he and Xiao Nie had grown up.

Reached out and scratched Wei Zhuang's nose: "I don't need you to worry yet."