The water is flowing and the wind is cold. The whole place was dressed like snow.
Jing Ke stopped by the Yishui River. There was a picture in his arms. There was a blade in the picture, and the blade was poisonous.
Jing Ke sighed and said loudly, where is Jianli? Let's drink again!
There was no answer, replaced by the desolate sound of building, Gao Jianli sat cross-legged behind the crowd, closed his eyes and clicked on the building, as if he was crazy.
It’s hard to see each other again.
Let’s go and say goodbye. If you don’t succeed, you will become a benevolent person.
If we say goodbye here, even if we get the head of the King of Qin, it will be difficult to break through the Qin cavalry.
Jing Ke suddenly laughed, then got on his horse, sang loudly, "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and a strong man will never come back..." and rode away.
A strong man will never return. Even knowing that death is inevitable.
Even if he knew that he was dead, he could not kill King Qin.
But when there were thousands of people from the Yan Kingdom standing behind him, Jing Ke just smiled indifferently and went happily.
Sacrifice is sometimes not the greatest thing. What is great is the ambition of a strong man.
So even after a long time, some people recall Jing Ke’s smile that day, and they still feel that big and warm red lotuses suddenly bloomed beside the cold Yi Shui.