Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

Chapter 230 The New Bell

As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father.

Now that King An of Han has passed away, Han Fei felt a bit like an old father when facing Hong Lian.

However, now, he watched as his most beloved daughter became a member of someone else's harem, and she didn't show any temper at all, unlike her arrogant behavior towards him.

This really made Han Fei a little jealous.

It felt like countless tiny insects were crawling inside his heart, more unbearable than not drinking for seven days!

"Brother, you've finally arrived!"

Honglian, oblivious to Han Fei's chaotic psychological state, reacted like a cheerful little bird upon seeing him, darting over from among the women with a "whoosh."

It moved so fast, like a gust of wind.

Upon seeing this, Han Fei felt a great deal of relief from the bitterness, sorrow, and pain he had been experiencing.

My little Honglian is sensible; she knows that her brother is the one who treats her best...

Han Fei couldn't help but open his arms wide, just like when he was a child, waiting for Honglian's embrace.

however……

flutter!

Like an arrow released from a bow, Honglian threw herself into Ying Jing's arms, tightly holding onto his arm.

?

The smile that had just appeared on Han Fei's face froze instantly, and his eyes, which had just shown joy, widened considerably.

His two raised arms swayed awkwardly like two tree branches, and for a moment he didn't know where to put them.

She was just calling him "brother" a moment ago, how come she's hugging Changxin-jun in the blink of an eye?

Changxin-jun, you really deserve to die!

"Brother, when you left Qin, didn't you say you would send someone to bring me the candied fruit from the Han King's palace?"

"I've been waiting and waiting, but it still hasn't arrived."

"Did you come all this way specifically to see me? Did you bring anything?"

Honglian blinked her big eyes, which seemed to narrow into crescent moons, and uttered the three deadly questions.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Han Fei's eyes widened, but in the end he could only force a silly smile and try to get away with it.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have forgotten.

Unfortunately, he was assassinated on his way back to South Korea, and things have been going on ever since.

Even though everything has basically settled down now, he still has to deal with the nobles who colluded with Ji Wuye, and even prepare for his succession.

Han Fei was so busy he was practically steaming, and a few strands of white hair had even appeared.

They genuinely hadn't thought about the candied fruit Honglian had requested at all...

"Your Majesty, these are candied fruits that I obtained from Lady Mingzhu, as you instructed."

The parrot's song sounded like a death knell, ringing out at the most opportune moment.

Upon arriving in Xinzheng, Ying Jing immediately sent a message to Ying Ge, instructing her to go to Lady Mingzhu's place and retrieve the candied fruit that Honglian had requested.

Of course, this was also Ying Jing's way of keeping Lady Mingzhu in check. He was now basically certain that the relationship between this woman and the mysterious female marquis was extraordinary.

"My husband is the best! He remembers everything about Honglian! Unlike my brother, who only remembers Zilan Pavilion..."

Honglian accepted the food box from the parrot with a smile. It contained every kind of candied fruit, and each one was exquisitely shaped and small.

Han Fei suddenly felt a sting in his face.

My younger sister had been away from home for many days and wanted to eat the candied fruit from the Han King's palace. In the end, it was Lord Changxin, who had just arrived in Xinzheng, who fetched it for her.

He had completely forgotten about it!

"This...I...I'm too busy..."

His face turned bright red with embarrassment, and he stammered, seemingly hesitant to speak.

"Ah."

Honglian raised her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Is brother busy drinking and making merry at Zilan Pavilion?"

“That’s right. Brother, you’re about to become the King of Han’s woman. Of course, you won’t remember such a trivial thing as Honglian wanting to eat candied fruit.”

As she spoke, she tightened her embrace and gave Han Fei a sweet smile: "It's alright, my husband will remember anyway!"

It was clearly a sweet smile, but it felt like an arrow coated in sugar, making Han Fei feel as if he were being pricked by needles.

Han Fei, having been insulted, could only hang his head, looking exactly like a wilted eggplant.

On one hand, it was indeed out of guilt.

On the other hand, it was because of Honglian's discriminatory attitude.

There is very little kinship among royals, and among the many children of the King of Han, he was only relatively close to Hong-ryun.

I remember when we were little, Honglian was the one who loved her the most. She would always follow him around like a little shadow, calling him "brother".

But now...

Honglian hugged Changxin Jun tightly, calling him "husband" repeatedly, their intimacy was unparalleled, and his brother had no status whatsoever.

But it's true that Han Fei always goes to Zilan Pavilion, and he can't find a reason to refute it.

The more I think about it, the more my heart aches!

Ying Jing pursed his lips inwardly. Honglian was quite adept at subtly insulting people.

If she were to continue, Han Fei would likely be so ashamed he would want to disappear.

"Brother Han Fei has been under a lot of pressure lately. Honglian, you are the most understanding one, so please be more considerate of your brother. In the future, if there is anything, just come to your husband."

Ying Jing gently stroked the little head of Honglian in his arms and spoke softly.

"Brother Han Fei, didn't you invite me to the ancestral temple? Since we have some free time now, why don't we set off?"

Ying Jing changed the subject, and Honglian obediently nodded: "I will listen to my husband."

Han Fei was speechless. He could only resort to his humor, clutching his chest with a pained expression.

It hasn't been that long, and my little darling has already completely transformed into the shape of Changxin-kun!

"Pfft..."

After watching for a while, Yan Lingji couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her husband's skill in coaxing women was truly unparalleled.

In a short time, Princess Honglian's heart had completely fallen for her master.

Han Fei?

Not familiar!

……

After conquering Zheng, the Korean state moved its ancestral temple to Xinzheng.

Perhaps Han Fei had given prior instructions, for there was not a single person in sight, except for Han Fei and Ying Jing, who had arrived at this most solemn and dignified place for the Han royal family.

The gray-blue exterior walls are made of huge stones, covered with the marks of time, and the mottled moss seems to tell the story of past glory and vicissitudes.

The massive bronze gate slowly opened with the sound of machinery, and the scent of aged sandalwood mixed with the stench of blood wafted out.

Dark brown stains are deposited on the nine jade steps. These are the blood of the sacrificial animals that were spilled during the sacrifices of the Han kings over the years, which have seeped into the stone marrow.

The bronze lamps with coiled dragon patterns on both sides lit up one after another, and the firelight made the tragic scene of the battle to destroy Zheng depicted on the mural flicker.

As Ying Jing stepped onto the jade steps in his black boots, what caught his attention most was a huge bronze bell, its surface covered in rust and radiating an ancient aura.

This reminded Ying Jing of something Han Fei had once mentioned: when this bell was first cast, its sound could be heard for ten miles.

However, as time went by, it was corroded by countless rusts and could no longer make a loud sound.

Han Fei stopped in front of the bell, raised his hand and gently stroked the rust on it, seemingly lost in thought.

Ying Jing said calmly, "The new bell is about to be cast. Brother Han Fei should not be someone who dwells on the past."