Daqin: I fell from the sky, the first emperor regarded me as a fairy

Countless Xiongnu were decapitated, screaming, begging for mercy, but the Qin army did not stop at all, fighting frantically.

Unknowingly, Qin Jun sang Qin Feng. Qin Feng has accompanied the growth of Qin Jun since the establishment of the Qin Dynasty, and is singing on this desolate grassland today.

"Jiu Jiu, old Qin, went to the national calamity together! Jiu Jiu, old Qin, restore my country and rivers!"

"No bleeding, no truce!"

"In the west, there is a Great Qin that rises like the sun and rises in the east, and the country has hated for a hundred years, and the vicissitudes of life are hard to overcome!"

"The world is turbulent, why is it Corning!"

"Qin Youruishi, who will compete with you!"

The man's neighing brought the whole Qin Feng to its peak, and it lasted for a long time on the grassland.

Li Qingyun in the sky, with his hands behind his back, was also burned by the blood of this heroic song. This is Daqin.

Daqin has never conceded defeat, even if he is surrounded, he will fight to the death.

This is the soul of a nation and the spiritual symbol of a country's long-term stability.

It is with such a spirit that Qin State was able to sweep Liuhe and establish the Great Qin Empire.

This is beyond the imagination of a person of later generations.

The merits and demerits of Qin Shihuang are not something they can evaluate. Only an indomitable nation with thousands of years of civilization history can witness his merits and demerits.

"Master, is this the spirit of a nation?" Li Biyao murmured.

I don't know why, watching the Qin army fighting below, I have a complicated feeling in my heart.

This song Qin Feng witnessed the history of the Qin Dynasty, and also changed Li Biyao's mentality.

"This is Daqin." Li Qingyun said in a deep voice.

Li Biyao was startled, Daqin!

The battle below is coming to an end, and the Huns have killed them all.

"what!"

Suddenly, Li Qingyun let out a sigh, looked at one place, and raised the corner of his mouth, he found an interesting thing.

"Go, I'll take you down to see a ruthless woman."

.....

"Han Ji, this is our son, how dare you!" With trembling hands, King Zuo Xian took two steps back in disbelief, trembling with anger.

what did he see.

His favorite woman wiped his two sons' necks with a knife, and she laughed, how exaggeratedly she laughed.

Han Ji gently put down a two- or three-year-old doll. The doll's face was pale and lifeless, and there was a deep red knife mark on its neck.

Apparently dead.

There was a five or six-year-old child lying next to her, his body was soaked in blood, and it was obvious that it was more or less ominous.

"Heck! Our son?" Han Ji sneered, "The child of me and the beast is naturally a beast, and naturally it is not my son. Since it is not my son, it should not exist in this world."

"I've been waiting for this day for five years, and I finally got it. I didn't expect you to have this day."

"Look at how embarrassed you are now, where is the majestic and human-like King Zuo Xian, who is simply a beast wandering on the street."

Han Ji giggled, the corners of her mouth were bright red.

King Zuo Xian didn't seem to know the woman in front of him, and couldn't help cursing that she was a lunatic.

"I am going to kill you!"

After experiencing the pain of bereavement, King Zuo Xian couldn't bear Han Ji's ridicule any longer, so he raised his machete and slashed at Han Ji fiercely.

Han Ji's smile gradually subsided, her eyes were icy cold, she watched Zuo Xianwang coming with a knife, and did not dodge.

Because she knew that even if she dodged, she would not be the opponent who angered Zuo Xianwang, so she might as well let him kill him with one knife.

Maybe he still has some feelings for himself in his heart, and if he kills himself, he can still be sad for a few days.

Thinking about it, Han Ji thought of every bit of happy time with her mother when she was young, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

A line of tears flowed down the pretty face.

Mother, my daughter is here to accompany you.

Han Ji slowly closed her eyes, and stood straight in front of the child, waiting for the blow that would end her life.

But I waited and waited, but I didn't feel any pain.

Han Ji opened her eyes in confusion, and saw that the machete was only a finger-sized away from her, and subconsciously took two steps back.

When she saw the situation clearly, she found that King Zuo Xian seemed to be immobilized, with his mouth open, looking at her full of prayers.

Han Ji didn't understand what was going on, but she felt that her chance had come.

He rushed over without hesitation, raised the broken knife in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely in King Zuoxian's chest.

One, two, three!

Even though the scalding blood splashed on her face, Han Ji's complexion did not change, and she continued to pierce her with one knife at a time.

Zuo Xianwang whimpered, watching Han Ji show a trace of tenderness from the initial hostility until she was dying.

Finally, the inexplicable power disappeared, and King Zuoxian fell into a pool of blood, with Han Ji and the two children reflected in his eyes.

Chapter 68 Let's call it Honglian

"Mother, the child has avenged you!"

The broken knife slipped from Han Ji's hand and fell into the muddy blood. Han Ji collapsed on the ground as if she had been drained of strength, holding her legs and weeping helplessly.

There are her husband and her children lying around, but she killed them with her own hands, which is the death penalty for her in Korea.

Not even if she is a princess.

But now she has no regrets, has she ever had feelings for King Zuo Xian?Of course there is, but all of this is not enough to show the hatred in her heart.

The moment Han Ji finished her revenge, Han Ji felt empty inside, as if she had lost her soul.

Da da da!

Footsteps were heard in the distance.

Han Ji raised her head and looked blankly.

I saw a man and a woman strolling over.

It is rare to have a slender figure, handsome complexion, ethereal and mysterious temperament, and a great affinity with every gesture.

The woman was in her twenties, with a delicate face and a pair of big eyes rolling around, as if she had infinite vitality.

To be honest, Han Ji was envied by the man and woman in front of her. This is a real pair of mandarin ducks.

"You are very good." The woman's soft voice came out.

Han Ji knew that the woman on the opposite side was talking to her, and there was a wave in her empty eyes, like a stone thrown into a pool of stagnant water, creating a wave.

"It feels good to take revenge." Li Biyao admired this woman from the bottom of her heart. She is a strong woman, but she is also a ruthless person.

In the face of hatred, she can kill anyone, including her own children.

But this is real people.

"Here!"

Han Ji was stunned, a little confused, so she looked up, and saw the woman opposite stretched out a hand and put it in front of her face.

At this moment, there were waves in her heart.

After a few breaths.

Han Ji pursed her lips and smiled, wiped her hands on her dress, grabbed Li Biyao's hand and stood up.

"Let me introduce you, this is my master, Li Qingyun."

Li Biyao took Han Ji's palm, bumped to Li Qingyun, and introduced Han Ji.

"Master?" Han Ji's expression turned cold upon hearing this.

The good impression of Li Qingyun just now disappeared completely, and he gave Li Qingyun a disgusted look, and even felt dissatisfied with Li Biyao.

Han Ji's eyes couldn't escape Li Qingyun's eyes, so he naturally didn't care about these things, he was not from a small family.

After all, he admired the woman in front of him very much.

Li Biyao was keenly aware of the changes in Han Ji, and couldn't help but giggle: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have that kind of relationship with my master, it's a master-servant relationship. Without my master, my life would be lost."

"Besides, why did you kill that person so easily?"

Hearing this, Han Ji immediately understood, is this man in front of him the one who helped him just now?

"Thank you!" Han Ji said gratefully.

She is not ungrateful.

"Are you an old Korean princess?" Li Qingyun smiled.

Han Ji nodded.

"What do you think about Qin?" Li Qingyun asked again.

Han Ji was taken aback, and then fell silent. To be honest, as the illegitimate daughter of the last King of Han, she did not enjoy the enjoyment that a royal family should have.

She doesn't have that sense of honor either. In her heart, she just wants to be an ordinary peasant girl and live simply with her mother all her life.

There is no hatred for Qin.

At the same time, he also vaguely guessed Li Qingyun's identity, he must be an important figure in Qin, otherwise he would not have appeared here with the Xiongnu.

Without hesitation, Han Ji shook her head: "Unification of the world is a general trend and cannot be stopped."

"it is good!"

"Would you like to follow me from now on?" Li Qingyun asked.

Han Ji nodded without thinking: "I am willing."

"Okay." Li Qingyun laughed loudly, "What's your name?"

"After I killed him, the past name also disappeared in history, and I asked the son to name the little girl."

Li Biyao rolled his eyes: "My name is Li Biyao, so you can be called Li Bitao."

Before he finished speaking, he held his small head and looked at Li Qingyun angrily.

Li Qingyun glared at Li Biyao unhappily: "Say less if you have nothing to say."

Han Ji smiled lightly, feeling happiness from the two master and servant.

After Li Qingyun taught Li Biyao a lesson, he pondered for a few seconds, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Your past experience disappeared in blood and fire, just like a blue lotus dyed red by blood, and forged by fire into a red lotus."

"I'll call you Ji Honglian from now on."

"Honglian." Han Ji muttered these two words, the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, and she nodded heavily: "From now on, she will be called Honglian."

"Honglian pays homage to the young master."

Han Honglian made a big gift to Li Qingyun.

"Get up."

The soft voice penetrated into Han Honglian's ears, and after that, she felt a breeze blowing through her legs, and she gently helped herself up.

This shocked her heart, what kind of power is this, and what kind of person did she follow?

"National teacher, great victory!"

At this time, there was a hearty laughter in the distance.

Meng Tian came on his horse, came to the side of several people and got off his horse, glanced at Han Honglian, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then looked at Li Qingyun.

"National teacher, more than [-] Xiongnu have been killed, great victory, but it's a pity that King Zuo Xian was not found." Meng Tian was slightly disappointed.

Li Qingyun smiled faintly, pointed at the corpse at Han Honglian's feet, and said softly, "Isn't this the corpse of King Zuo Xian?"

Meng Tian hurriedly tore Zuo Xianwang's body over to have a look, and was overjoyed: "Haha, it's really Zuo Xianwang, the national teacher is really amazing."

Li Qingyun shook his head.