Qin Shi: I only work eight hours

Chapter 229 The Mature Woman Mingzhu Plays the Sheng?

After leaving Nanyang, Honglian wrote a letter to Han Fei.

She mentioned three things in her letter.

First, she is safe now, so Han Fei doesn't need to worry.

Secondly, there's no need to persuade her that she's going to marry Xu Lin; it's a done deal.

Third, Nanyang has changed drastically recently. If you have time, Brother Jiu can come to Nanyang to see for yourself whether Qin law was indeed a cruel law that oppressed the people.

Honglian told Han Fei about her affair with Xu Lin because secrets can't stay hidden forever; Han Fei would find out sooner or later.

Since she'd find out sooner or later anyway, she might as well tell Han Fei now, so he wouldn't have to write another letter to persuade her.

……

The next day.

Xinzheng, the residence of the Ninth Prince.

Han Fei received a letter from Hong Lian shortly after having dinner.

After confirming that it was a letter from Honglian, Han Fei immediately dismissed his attendants.

After the guards had gone, Han Fei sat up straight and stared intently at the contents of the letter.

After reading it, Han Fei hesitated, wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Then light the oil lamp and burn it to ashes.

As expected, Honglian was indeed at the Xu residence. It was also within Han Fei's expectations that Honglian would marry Xu Lin. However, what Han Fei did not expect was that Honglian and Xu Lin had already consummated their marriage.

You should know, Honglian is only ten...

Thinking of this, Han Fei shook his head.

What's the use of thinking about it now that the die is cast?
Moreover, judging from what Honglian said in her letter, it seems that this matter was initiated by Honglian herself.

Honglian has been willful since childhood, so it's quite possible that she took the initiative in this matter.

……

After half a cup of tea.

Han Fei took out a map from under the table and placed his hand on Nanyang.

After Nanyang changed hands, opinions about the city became polarized, with some saying it was getting better and better, while others said it was getting worse and worse.

Even if Honglian didn't write to mention Nanyang, he still wanted to go and see Nanyang.

Let's see how effective the Qin laws really are!

With this thought in mind, Han Fei had Zhang Liang brought over.

Before long, Zhang Liang arrived at the residence of the Ninth Prince.

"ovary."

Would you like to come with me to Nanyang?

Han Fei asked seriously.

"Brother Han, do you also wish to go to Nanyang?"

Zhang Liang was delighted upon hearing this.

He had wanted to go to Nanyang for a long time.

To find out the true nature of Qin law, one need only go to Nanyang.

seeing is believing!
Han Fei nodded and went to Nanyang with Zhang Liang.

Since neither of them was good at riding horses, it was two days later when they arrived in Nanyang.

The cleanliness of the streets and the good complexions of the passersby surprised both Han Fei and Zhang Liang.

If you didn't tell them this was Nanyang, they would think it was Xianyang!

"Brother Han."

"This Qin law seems to be quite powerful."

Zhang Liang sighed.

Considering that tall trees attract the wind, he and Han Fei dressed very modestly, looking no different from ordinary people and merchants.

"More than just somewhat impressive?"

Han Fei retorted.

Then he rode his horse to the outskirts of the city.

We cannot only look at how urban residents live; we must also look at how farmers live.

Seeing the farmers each holding a curved plow and their faces beaming with smiles, Han Fei and Zhang Liang were once again taken aback.

These curved plows aren't cheap, so how come every commoner has one?
Could it have been issued by the government?

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang dismounted and slowly walked towards the old man plowing the field, beginning to inquire about the situation.

He asked several old men in a row, and they all gave the same answer: the curved plow was distributed free of charge by the government, one to each household.

After Zhang Liang told Han Fei about this, both Zhang Liang and Han Fei fell silent.

People say that Qin law was a cruel law that made the people suffer.

How come they saw the exact opposite?

"Brother Han."

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, that's how it should be."

"If Qin law was truly a cruel and oppressive law, how could Qin have risen from a small, peripheral state to become the hegemon of the world?"

After a long silence, Zhang Liang spoke.

Han Fei nodded and led his horse toward the inn not far away.

"I'd like to stay in Nanyang for a few more days, Zifang, what do you think?"

Han Fei asked.

"I'd like to stay a few more days."

Zhang Liang replied. He and Han Fei had both been to Nanyang before.

Nanyang used to be very chaotic, with frequent cases of women being forcibly abducted in the streets, a stark contrast to how it is now.

Even compared to Xinzheng, Nanyang today is in no way inferior!

Zhang Liang moved in next door to Han Fei.

After eating something simple, Zhang Liang knelt before the table and wrote down all his insights from the day.

Although he had only been in Nanyang for less than a day, his views on the Qin state and its laws had already changed dramatically.

Under the rule of law in South Korea, the people of Nanyang have nowhere to stand.

Under the rule of Qin law, the people of Nanyang lived in peace and prosperity.

The difference is obvious when compared!
If it weren't for this trip to Nanyang, Zhang Liang would most likely have followed his grandfather Zhang Kaidi's advice and gone to Xiaoshengxianzhuang in Sanghai.

……

the other side.

Xu Lin went to the Mingzhu Palace.

I should be returning to Xianyang around next month, so I need to tell Mingzhu about it in advance so she can be prepared.

Before long, Xu Lin arrived at the Mingzhu Palace and met Mingzhu.

"gentlemen?"

Mingzhu was startled when she saw Xu Lin after looking in the direction of the sound.

Then immediately dismissed the left and right sides.

"Sir, why are you here?"

Mingzhu put down her wine cup and asked with a flushed face.

She had just drunk almost a whole pot of wine, so she looked very alluring.

"I have something to ask you."

Xu Lin said seriously.

"Sir, please give me your instructions."

"I will certainly not fail you!"

Mingzhu pursed her moist red lips and said.

Slightly tipsy, she appeared less aloof and more alluring than usual.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Qin army will be at the city gates in a few days."

"South Korea's destruction is inevitable."

"After the new Zheng changed hands... to be precise, after the state of Han became a prefecture of Qin, you will go to Xianyang with Consort Hu, Han An, and others."

"Hu Meiren doesn't know martial arts. If she's in danger, you can help her out."

Xu Lin said in a deep voice.

"But I am not known for my cultivation level."

"Isn't there a woman named Zhi'en beside Consort Hu, whose swordsmanship is superb?"

"Why would I need to lend a hand?"

Mingzhu said in a charming voice.

After she finished speaking, she slowly poured Xu Lin a bowl of tea and then added some tea leaves to it.

She knew Xu Lin didn't like strong tea, so she only added a little bit of tea leaves.

"You're unwilling to help her?"

Xu Lin frowned slightly.

"She is your woman, sir, and I am naturally willing."

The mature and elegant Mingzhu immediately denied it.

Then he took a sip of wine and crossed his right leg over his left.

Her legs are not only long, but also very powerful.

If she hadn't drunk quite a bit, would she dare to sit like this in front of Xu Lin?

"Under the same roof."

"I don't want to see internal strife."

Xu Lin nodded, offering his reminder.

"I know."

"I was just joking with you, sir."

"Leave the matter of protecting Lady Hu to me!"

Mingzhu patted her heavy chest and assured him.

As soon as she finished speaking, her purple high-heeled boots fell to the ground.

Do you drink often?

Xu Lin picked up the high-heeled boots and hung them on Mingzhu's toes.

"Do not."

"I rarely drink alcohol."

Mingzhu shook her head.

Before she could finish speaking, her high-heeled boots fell to the ground again.

This time, Xu Lin didn't pick up the high-heeled boots again, but instead handed the task of serving Mingzhu over.

Can you play the sheng (a type of Chinese mouth organ)?

Half an hour later, Xu Lin, who was using his hand as a pillow, suddenly asked.

(End of this chapter)