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Shaoyang is still sitting in that lazy and casual posture.

Wei Zhuang put away the shark-tooth sword in his hand, and leaned aside with the sword in his arms.

I don't know if I'm thinking about something, or I'm stuck in some memories.

In terms of strength, this blue-haired guy does have two brushes.

Even if it is against his senior brother, it must not be too much.

Such a strong man, why did he choose to come to such a small country that can't take care of himself?

Seeking power and usurping the throne, wanting to accumulate power, and taking over the king of Han An in the future?

In his eyes, he couldn't see anything.

Like an ancient well, deep, mysterious and bottomless.

Moreover, a person with such strength doesn't just want to be a nobleman in white clothes and enjoy the wild cranes...

If none of these things, then where is his focus, someone? ...

This is the first time that Wei Zhuang felt that someone could see through him easily.

I don't know anything about the other person.

And what he just said, he can predict the future, but he doesn't know how to recall his past.

So what about the future, in such a situation where the princes are separated and changing rapidly, where will my future go...

Wei Zhuang obviously wanted to know in his heart.

But his haughty temperament prevented him from taking that step in the end.

Han Fei was different.

He has already experienced one or two of Shaoyang's abilities.

Every sentence of Shaoyang's words pierced his heart.

"Boom boom boom!"

A knock on the door interrupted the silence inside.

"It's me, Qiu Lubai ordered by the ninth son, I'll send it in for you."

Han Feina was a man who had no drink and no joy.

Just now he focused all his attention on what Shaoyang said, but forgot Liuxia Jinbo for a while.

"Hurry up, send it in, I'm so hungry."

From the moment Zi Nu stepped through the door, Han Fei's eyes had been glued to the wine bottle.

"Brother Shaoyang, hurry up and taste it. This is a new wine from our Royal Winery. I brewed it under my personal guidance, so I should do my best to be a landlord."

Han Fei stared at the wine jar intently. Before the wine was poured out, his sweat had already dripped on his sleeve robe.

"Ninth Young Master, pay attention..."

Zi Nu reminded in a warm voice.

"To let down a beauty, to face the moon with an empty bottle, those are two great regrets in life. A superficial person like me will definitely not let me down."

When Han Fei saw good wine, he acted like a naive child.

"Young Master Shaoyang laughed at you, Young Master Ninth, he has no resistance to good wine."

Zi Nu laughed at Yan Yan.

"Brother Wei Zhuang, why are you standing there, you come too,"

How strong the wine was, Han Fei was so enthusiastic at the moment.

Wei Zhuang was serious, but he still walked over.

Kneel and sit on one side.

After taking a sip, he put down the wine bottle.

Shaoyang picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and frowned.

Han Fei drank it all in one gulp, and filled it up without waiting for Zi Nu to come forward.

After drinking three full cups, he put down the wine bottle.

Noticed the guest - Shaoyang's expression.

"What, brother Shaoyang, does this wine not suit your taste..."

"That's not to say, this wine is very fragrant and strong."

"Well, then what?"

"It's quite similar to a wine I drank in a country before."

This is strange for Han Fei.

He didn't believe it. To put it mildly, in Korea, he, Han Feiruo, ranked second in wine tasting.

That absolutely no one dares to rank first.

Foretelling the future is now ranked after fine wine.

"Which country? Brother Shaoyang, you can't keep such a good thing privately."

Although the wine was very strong, Han Fei drank three cups without any hint of drunkenness on his face.

"Dragon Kingdom."

The three of them cast their eyes on Shaoyang in unison.

"Dragon Kingdom? And this country?"

Aside from Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu, Han Fei had been practicing with the great Confucian sage Xun Kuang since he was a child.

Not to mention being talented, well-educated, and well-read poetry and books are his minimum standards.

He had never heard of Dragon Kingdom.

"Of course there are. In the changing dynasties and vicissitudes of life, the terminal of all dynasties is the Dragon Kingdom."

Han Fei understood and understood this sentence.

My own teacher once told me that there is permanence in the way of heaven, not to survive for Yao, not to perish for Jie.

Dynasty replacement is inevitable.

No one can stop it.

Han Fei picked up the jug and filled his wine bottle with wine.

Gulu Gulu, the wine enters the throat.

Maybe it was because he drank too quickly, the wine overflowed a little, and dripped down the corner of his mouth onto Jinxiu's robe.

"What's the matter, Ninth Young Master, no dynasty can stand still for thousands of years in history, and any life will come to an end one day. People are like this, and so is a dynasty and a country."

Shaoyang knew that Han Fei was concerned about the country and the people, and his whole heart was devoted to it.

There are powerful enemies outside South Korea, and Ji Wuye and other thieves inside are suppressing loyal ministers.

Instead, Han Fei's flair became the best armor to protect himself.

Han Fei was silent for a long time.

opened his mouth.

"If so, I can also see the style of the Dragon Kingdom thousands of years later, even if I martyr this body, I will have no regrets."

Shaoyang originally thought that it was Han Fei's emotion that he was waiting for, because he came back from studying and lived in South Korea just to save the country.

Unexpectedly, what he actually thought was that he would be able to see the elegance of the Dragon Kingdom in the future.

"Brother Shaoyang just said that you can predict my future. Han Fei knows that fate cannot be counted because the law of heaven is impermanent. But Han Fei still wants to know, please let me know."

Han Fei bowed his hands and saluted.

Shaoyang shook his head, but decided to tell him anyway.

He took out a mirror from his personal space.

"This is the Green Gu Mirror, you just need to scratch your hand and put it on it, the mirror will tell you your future."

This is also the case, the power of the world has been disturbed and cannot be used temporarily.

I can only spend my money and take out the treasure.

When Zi Nu saw the mirror, she couldn't help but look at Shaoyang brightly.

What's the difference between this mirror and the bronze mirror I use to dress up... This man is a charlatan with superb tricks...

But Han Fei complied.

Wei Zhuang didn't wait for Han Fei to speak, and handed him the shark-toothed sword. Han Fei smiled helplessly.

You are very considerate, brother Wei Zhuang...

Han Fei gently approached the shark's teeth, and his hand was cut open, and blood flowed down the cut to his wrist.

Han Fei put his hand on the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror glowed with red-golden light, when Han Fei picked up his hand.

The bronze mirror has already wiped away the bloodstain.

On the bronze mirror, Han Fei saw that he was studying sage poetry with Mr. Xun Kuang.

I saw myself arguing with my junior brother...

I also saw myself solving the case, forming quicksand, and being in danger in order to save Honglian...

The king of Qin visited Korea, went to the state of Qin by himself, was imprisoned in the end, and died of the curse of the six souls...

The one who came to see him off for the last time was his younger brother... Li Si!