The wind and rain in Zhengcheng are still quite strong, at least stronger than elsewhere.
King Huanhui of Han sat alone in his bedroom, with no one else waiting by his side. He just sat there, listening to the wind and rain outside.
Two or three years had passed since Han State borrowed the passage through Qin State, but King Huanhui of Han never returned to Xinzheng and continued to live in Zhengcheng, the secondary capital of Han.
It cannot be said that none of the things Qin promised were fulfilled. It was probably because Han showed weakness and could not defend Daliang (the capital of Wei).
Also, because the envoys of various countries had formed a secret alliance in Anyi, it was impossible for Wei to take over the capital Daliang, and it could only be returned intact.
Even so, King Huanhui of Han did not dare to return to Xinzheng.
Xinzheng is no longer safe. There is the Qin State in the west and the Wei State in the north. Neither of them is easy to deal with.
Compared with the original capital, the current secondary capital Zhengcheng is much more stable.
The rain outside was still dripping, making King Huanhui of Han feel a little sleepy.
Vaguely, in his confusion, King Huanhui of Han seemed to hear someone calling his name: "Han Ran."
How long has it been since someone called him by that name? How long has it been? King Huanhui of Han didn't know. Ever since he ascended the throne, it seemed like no one dared to call him that.
Even the extremely domineering Qin State at that time had to call him King, King of Han.
"How dare you." King Huanhui of Han opened his eyes, looked towards the direction where the voice came from, and said lightly, "How dare you call out the title of king so easily?"
I don’t know if it was because of what Tingyu heard, but King Huanhui of Han now spoke in a soft voice, without any imperial majesty.
"Are you worthy of being called the King of Han?"
The voice sneered, like the vibration of a bow and crossbow, or the breaking of a sword and armor, which directly brought back the energy and spirit of King Huanhui of Han.
The scene before him shocked King Huanhui of Han. It was beyond his understanding.
Even though there was the story of Qin Emperor Ying Zheng single-handedly destroying the coalition forces of various countries, no one had ever seen it, and hearing about it would never be as shocking as seeing it now.
What appeared before his eyes were two weapons, two weapons that King Huanhui of Han was very familiar with.
A crossbow and a long sword, these two objects were held in the air by a pair of invisible hands.
And that sound came from here.
King Huanhui of Han was so shocked that he couldn't speak. An emotion called fear instantly filled his heart and climbed into his mind.
"Is this the so-called majesty of a king? It's rather ridiculous."
The sound rang out again, and King Huanhui of Han had already confirmed that the sound was made by these two weapons, it was made by these two things!
"Who are you?!" King Huanhui of Han no longer cared about the so-called dignity of a king. He was just afraid and terrified of death.
He has controlled power for a long time. Now King Huanhui of Han is old and has begun to fear the so-called death.
"Are you afraid?" The weapon's words were filled with joking. "The King of Han shouldn't be afraid."
"I, I have never been afraid!" King Huanhui of Han grumbled, but he was still worried and shouted, "Someone come! Someone come! Help me! Help me!"
"Don't waste your energy, no one will hear it." This time the sound was no longer like the sound of a bowstring, but was as sharp as a sword, piercing straight into King Huanhui of Han's heart.
"Seeing your miserable state, if it weren't for the request from Marquis Zhao of Han and the ancestors of the Kingdom of Han, we wouldn't have come to help you."
The sound of the bowstring rang out again, echoing the sound of the sword.
"What's the situation now? You are the King of Han, why are you so scared? If I tell you that Qin is preparing to attack Han, you will probably die!"
The fact that this weapon was talking was beyond King Huanhui of Han's understanding, not to mention that it also involved his ancestor, Marquis Zhao of Han. Now, it was mentioned that Qin was preparing to attack Han.
This series of blows made King Huanhui of Han break out in a cold sweat, covering his entire collar.
The clothes, which were originally quite thick, seemed a little cold when the wind came from somewhere outside.
"Look at him," said the crossbow and the sword. "Look at him. Where does he look like a king?"
"It would be better to kill him and find a royal family member to be the new king. That would be a bit more powerful."
The sword's words were still sharp, viciously piercing into King Huanhui of Han's heart and shattering his hope.
"Are you planning a rebellion?" King Huanhui of Han didn't know what had gone wrong for him. He pointed at two weapons, two talking weapons, and said that they were planning a rebellion.
It was absurd, but it had to be done this way. King Huanhui of Han was already a little scared, fearing that these two guys would really kill him and find another one from the royal family.
"You're already panicking." Gong Xian's voice was still playful and teasing. "If it weren't for Han Zhaohou personally choosing you, I'm afraid someone else would have been chosen just now."
King Huanhui of Han naturally knew who Han Zhaohou was. This ancestor could be said to be one of the most powerful monarchs in the entire Kingdom of Han.
This was not the first time his name was mentioned. These two weapons seemed to have been really sent down, and they carried the name of Han Zhaohou everywhere.
"Did the late king give any instructions?" King Huanhui of Han took another look at the sharpness of the two weapons and knew that it was impossible to be brutal now.
If he was really killed by these two things, I'm afraid even the murderer cannot be caught, and no one will believe that it was these two weapons that killed King Huanhui of Han.
They would only believe that King Huanhui of Han committed suicide with a bow and crossbow, or a sword.
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