Chapter 88 Chapter Seventeen: The End of an Era

Li Si felt guilty for Han Fei's generosity.He really hoped that he could do something for Han Fei. In that case, he might feel a little better, so he asked, "Brother Han, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Han Fei said, "I want to take another look at the outside world." This is a requirement that can be easily satisfied.It was already dark outside, and Han Fei lay on his side on the couch, slowly closing his eyes, breathing in the free air greedily.The evening wind gusts, like a bird clinging to a person.A flush appeared on Han Fei's face, and he said, "Come on, this wind! Who is Han Fei with all the kings?"

Li Si's voice was choked up, and he said: "This is the style of the only son. He came for the son and left after the son." Tonight, the evening wind whimpers for only one person, and the world hangs down for only one person. I don't know when, thunder exploded, heavy rain poured down, lightning pierced the sky, and the surrounding fields were as bright as day.In the face of Tianwei's fierceness, everyone turned pale, but Han Fei looked peaceful and indifferent.He has figured everything out. "Yin uses his words to reveal his body", this is the prophecy he made for himself.At the last moment of his life, Lu Buwei was full of anger and unwillingness.Compared with Lu Buwei, Han Fei was so calm that he was almost cold. He accepted the fate that was imposed on him.

Han Fei looked at Li Si, held his hand tightly, and said, "I can know the magic power, but I can do it. I encourage you." Han Fei's words are not only the earnest expectations of his seniors for his seniors, but also a will from one politician to another.Han Fei also knew that Qin State would eventually unify the world, and as the number two figure in Qin State, Li Si was undoubtedly the most reliable guardian and executor of his ideas.He will also use Li Si's body to fulfill his unrealized dream. Han Fei said again, "I have no power to save Han, so I can only die with my own body. Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must die on the hill. After I die, you can send me back to South Korea for burial. If you want to bury me in Qin, please Let me face the east and watch over my homeland. If so, I will have no regrets."

Li Si's heart was sore and he couldn't cry. From the eyes of bystanders, it seemed that he needed comfort more than Han Fei.Li Si was terrified. It turned out that even Han Fei would die.That noble and handsome Han Fei, who towered over the common people, will also die one day.At this time, he was not afraid to admit that Han Fei was his idol and the goal he had worked so hard to catch up with.The idol was about to be shattered, and he felt a sense of emptiness and confusion.Han Fei passed away, taking away his crippled life, but leaving behind endless imagination.No matter how successful Li Si will be in the future, without the presence of Han Fei, the strongest opponent, this success will be somewhat lacklustre. No matter how others look at it, at least he will feel the loneliness of "being respected in a place where there is no Buddha".

Seeing that Li Si was in grief, Han Fei showed the generosity of a senior brother and comforted him, "What's the harm in death? Why are you crying!" After finishing speaking, he shouted again: "My son and I are the same people!" After that, he spurted blood like an arrow, died of exhaustion, at the age of forty-eight. Li Si hugged the corpse and cried, as if a part of his life had died with Han Fei.He wiped off the blood from the corner of Han Fei's mouth, feeling filled with emotion.It only took a few minutes to kill Han Fei.But it would take hundreds of years for another Han Fei to appear in the world.But when he recollected Han Fei's last words, he smiled through his tears, feeling very light-hearted about it, and drifted away. "My son and I are the same people!" He asked the sky and the earth with great arrogance, what kind of arrogance, what kind of self-confidence!Yes, ordinary people, to visit the world is purposeless and meaningless, just like Feihong stepping on slush, leaving only his fingers and claws occasionally, and then he lives and dies with the grass and trees.But Han Fei, even though his body was destroyed, his spirit remained immortal.How could such a person really die!

Li Si was thinking a lot, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.The rain was getting worse and worse, and Han Fei in his arms was slowly becoming cold. Woohoo, since ancient times the dead has never been one person, and the master has had Geng Guang to this day.Han Fei discusses things to the core, stabs the heart with his writing, and becomes the words of a family under three generations, with absolute strength and brilliance.Behind Han Fei, how many emperors practiced their tricks and concealed their traces, and they never gave up for thousands of years. "Han Feizi" and "Fang Zhong Shu" have become two necessary pillow books for emperors, one for controlling others and the other for pleasing themselves.Zhuge Liang also copied "Han Feizi" himself, and thought it was the study material for the later master Liu Chan.

Back in the pre-Qin period, the most outstanding thinkers and the most unrestrained brains in China were endlessly clustered together.Such a rich harvest seems to have exhausted the vitality of the land of China, making such a grand occasion not only unprecedented, but it has never been repeated so far.As the last master in the pre-Qin period, the death of Han Fei marked the end of the schools of thought and the end of the hundred schools of thought.The most splendid era in Chinese history came to an end in this way. Looking up at the pre-Qin sky, it is vast and full of brilliant stars.However, the ruthless time finally restrained the stars and dimmed the galaxy.With Han Fei's death, the last superstar also quietly fell.

However, the stars are extinguished to make room for the sun to display his unrivaled brilliance. This round of the sun will rise from the west and illuminate the land of China. This round of the sun, his name is Ying Zheng.