Prime Minister, don't pick up on integrity

"Does the prime minister agree?"

Seeing the young man's statement, the old King Han asked curiously, Han An was young and frivolous, and it was understandable to be moved by Han Fei's words, but why did the prime minister, who had always been silent in court, make a rash statement?Isn't he afraid of becoming the public enemy of the officials?

And after knowing the young man's identity, Li Si couldn't help but glance at him again. Is such a young man already the prime minister of the top officials?

Facing King Han's question, Prime Minister Zhang Ping replied after cupping his hands with a smile: "I think that after the Battle of Changping, Qin State has lost two kings in a row, and its national power has fallen to the lowest point. Opportunity to clean up their own house. Not to mention..."

When he said this, the young man glanced at Li Si, then turned his gaze to Han Fei, and continued: "I have heard that Han Fei is one of Xunzi's two most proud disciples, and Xunzi is even a master in governing the country, Han Fei What I just said is also reasonable, and I will naturally agree with the new policy."

Since both the crown prince and the prime minister agreed with the new deal, judging from the reaction of the old king of Han, they should also support the new deal. Even if the other ministers had some objections, they did not dare to speak out. They expressed their views one after another: "The ministers also support the new deal!"

The old King Han raised his hand, and the noisy court fell silent instantly, and King Han's hoarse voice sounded: "Since everyone agrees with the new policy, from today onwards, Han Fei will be promoted to the position of chief officer, and he will take full power to preside over it. New Deal, come here!"

As soon as the king of Han finished speaking, the palace servants had already delivered the copper plate with the seal of the official Sikou to Han Fei's hand.

Seriously picking up the big black seal, Han Fei bowed deeply to the old King Han, and said to the officials: "South Korea has the largest iron mine in the world, the most powerful cavalry, and the Han clan is loyal and upright. During the founding of the country and Zhaohou period, South Korea once became strong and prosperous, and the surrounding countries did not dare to invade. Everyone, South Korea is no worse than other countries. As long as we have one heart and one mind, the monarch and ministers are of one mind, and make good use of the power of the people, South Korea can also become strong!"

For a long time, South Korea has been known as a weak South Korea. Not to mention its small land area, it is sandwiched among the major powers. Bao, it is enough not to be divided up by these powerful countries, which is enough to make South Korea's monarchs and ministers burnt out, but now someone tells them that South Korea is not inferior to other countries, and that a weak South Korea can also become strong. How can this not cheer up their spirits? Woolen cloth?

Everyone shouted loudly as if they had just woken up:

"Yes! South Korea can also become stronger!"

All eyes are on Han Fei who is standing in the center of the court. The young talent and the new Sikou, Han Fei is undoubtedly a rising star in the Korean political arena. There will be more glory on Han Fei.

Even Li Si was overwhelmed by Han Fei at that moment.

In the last life, Han Fei was never reused by the King of Han, but he was able to write such a book, which analyzed the emperor's power to the fullest.Sure enough, Han Fei was born to belong to the court, and only in this temple could he see such a radiant Han Fei like a fish in water.

But so far, Han Fei is still alone. Except for himself who has no power, most of the people who say they want to support the New Deal are just catering to the King of Han. They don't really agree with the New Deal at all. If the situation is not right, they will definitely turn to attack the New Deal and put all the responsibility on Han Fei.

Thinking of this, Li Si turned his gaze to the young prime minister beside him.

If he had supported Han Fei, it would have been much easier...

But the key is, how can he convince the prime minister to join them.

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Although Han An's pitiful eyes made Li Si a little soft-hearted, in the end Li Si rejected Han An's kind invitation, and boarded the car with Han Fei and rushed back, looking at the bustling Xinzheng official road, although it was not as prosperous as Xianyang , but Li Si believes that within a few years, Ha Hanfei will definitely make this place more lively. The shops on the roadside will not only be shops of Korean businessmen, but also shops from other countries, just like the current Xianyang city.

"Brother, do you understand that prime minister?" Li Si asked Han Fei, who was sitting in the car with his eyes closed, taking his eyes off the shop outside.

"Is the prime minister Zhang Ping? His family has been a prime minister for several generations, and his father is the prime minister. He has been a prime minister for a long time."

It turned out that he came from such a family, no wonder he was able to become a prime minister at such a young age. Thinking about himself, after decades of struggle, he climbed up little by little... How did he think so far!

Shaking his head to get rid of those useless thoughts, Li Si continued to ask: "Brother, do you know what he likes? What hobbies do you usually have?"

Li Si's words stunned Han Fei for a moment, and his sense of crisis burst out instantly. He squinted his eyes in displeasure, and Han Fei asked coldly, "Why are you asking this?"

"I just think that he is different from other people in the court."

"Does he look better than a woman? Junior brother, you should give up. Zhang Ping's son is already several years old."

"Give up?" After being dazed for a few seconds, Li Si suddenly realized the meaning of Han Fei's words, and he explained dumbfoundedly: "Brother, I don't mean that to Prime Minister Zhang. Besides, so what if he looks good. If it was a woman, maybe I would still be moved, but for a man, forget it."

"Is it okay to be a man..."

Han Fei whispered to himself, his eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something, the car was still moving slowly, through the opened bamboo curtain, Han Fei suddenly saw a decorated antique In the shop, there is a plaque hanging on the door, which is "Chumoge" in three characters.

When did this store open to Xinzheng?

"Stop." Han Fei said suddenly, signaling the servants to stop the car.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Pointing to the Chumo Pavilion by the road outside, Han Fei replied, "Take a look at this store with me."

Approaching that shop, a scent of orchids blows towards my face, as if I have returned to Lanling, but when I take a closer look, it is different from the shop in Lanling, this ink storage shop does not sell sachets, but writing brushes.

During the Warring States Period, writing brushes were not popular yet. Scholars and nobles used various tools for writing, such as wooden pens, stone pens, knife pens, brushes, etc., and the writing brushes at that time were only with the bristles around one end of the pen holder. , tied tightly with silk thread, although it is more beautiful and convenient to write than other tools, but the middle is empty, often leaking ink, and it is very easy to pollute the bamboo slips, but the brushes sold here are obviously different from that.

"My lord, this is called the ink dragon pen."

After receiving the brush from the shop clerk, Han Fei found that the pen of this brush was inserted directly into the cavity of the rod. He reached out and touched the tip of the brush. It was flexible and elastic. What would be the characters written with such a pen? What kind?

As if seeing what Han Fei was thinking, Li Si said to the clerk, "Bring a bamboo slip and an inkstone."

After a while, the clerk came with a roll of bamboo slips and an inkstone, spread out the bamboo slips, Li Si rubbed the ink, and when the ink gradually pooled in the inkstone, Han Fei dipped the brush in the ink, and the brush immediately swelled into a The upper end is slightly thick, and the lower end is sharp and drop-shaped.

Grabbing the ink dragon pen and dropping it on the bamboo slips, with the change of Han Fei's strokes, ink-colored Xiaozhuan appeared on the bamboo slips one by one. The strokes were smooth and the fonts were beautiful, and the bamboo slips were not polluted by ink leakage from the brush.

"Brother's handwriting has improved again." Looking at the small seal script on the bamboo slips, Li Si couldn't help admiring, but Han Fei shook his head and said, "It's not that I have improved, but this pen is so good. This pen is really rare. I've never seen it anywhere else."

Putting away the pen, Han Fei asked the buddy:

"Man, how much is this pen?" Han Fei had already decided that no matter how expensive this pen was, he would buy it.

Unexpectedly, the clerk swiftly packed the brush and inkstone, handed it to Han Fei and said, "This one doesn't cost money. My master said that if someone writes with this brush better than his, this one will be better than his." I gave him the pen for free."

"What a strange guy."

However, Han Fei was very pleasantly surprised to get such a pen. He returned to the car with the package, took out the pen and looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly handed the brush to Li Si.

"Brother, don't you like this brush?" Li Si asked in surprise, looking at the brush in front of him.

"I like it very much. It's just that I just remembered that Zhang Ping likes calligraphy. Maybe he will like this brush."