Qin Dynasty: I am the First Emperor, starting with the Moon Goddess.

"Then you'd better keep it up."

"That's quite a difference!"

Honglian's little face instantly turned bright red, like the sunset on the horizon.

“Mingzhu, you…”

She glared at Madam Mingzhu, both embarrassed and annoyed.

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Chapter 42 Moon Goddess, I'll Help You Cultivate

It is protected by the Phoenix Guard.

The group arrived in the Qin state without any hindrance.

In an instant, the straight road became bumpy.

It became smoother.

Honglian, whose buttocks had been aching from being jostled around for days, suddenly felt happy.

"Hey~ the road is smooth now."

Lady Mingzhu stretched and said in a languid tone:

"Quiet down~"

Her small mouth was slightly open, with a hint of alcohol in it.

This woman is hungover again.

At this moment, she was draped in a black veil, her posture alluring, her fair and smooth flesh swaying gently with the carriage.

It trembled, rippling with shallow waves of flesh.

Honglian pouted and glared at Madam Mingzhu with dissatisfaction.

Then, with great interest, he lifted the curtain.

Looking at the scenery outside.

As we get closer to Xianyang.

Honglian's initial surprise gradually turned into silence.

The gap is too big.

The people of Qin I saw along the way all had rosy complexions and were free from illness and disaster.

Every now and then, ordinary people would spontaneously repair the potholes in the straight road.

Even the children, when they run and jump, show signs of their training.

"The Qin Dynasty is too powerful."

Honglian sighed softly.

The Qin Dynasty and the six other states were like two completely different worlds.

At this moment, Madam Mingzhu woke up, slowly got up, and hugged Honglian into her arms.

"Despair?"

She asked with a light laugh.

Warm breath brushed against her ears, and Honglian shrank her neck slightly, feeling a little ticklish.

"I was already mentally prepared."

"But when I saw it with my own eyes, I realized just how powerful the Qin Dynasty truly was."

Madam Mingzhu covered her mouth and chuckled, then lowered her head and kissed her cheek.

"The Qin Dynasty unified the nine provinces; it was ordained by Heaven."

She sighed softly.

A sense of curiosity and anticipation arose in his heart regarding Ying Zheng.

She was eager to see what kind of man could transform the Qin state into such a powerful nation.

……

More spirit-gathering arrays were built in the fields.

Even farmers far from Xianyang.

They all received the spirit rice seeds.

Under the guidance of agricultural officials, the farmers learned diligently.

It was noon.

The farmers left the fields.

They worshipped towards Xianyang with utmost sincerity and reverence.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your divine grace!"

May Your Majesty live a long and healthy life!

Even the most mischievous children quieted down obediently at this time.

I knew the pilgrimage was over.

Only then did the farmers' smiles return.

"Finally it's our turn."

"Everyone must study hard so that the harvest will be better and we won't disappoint the King!"

"Do you need to remind the old man?!"

"To be able to live in the Qin Dynasty is truly a blessing we've accumulated over ten lifetimes."

"That's right! Our king is a powerful king!"

On the straight road.

The two women stood by the carriage, watching this scene unfold.

They couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly.

This is the Qin Dynasty.

Along the way, whether they were commoners, merchants, or officials.

They almost blindly worshipped the King of Qin.

It was filled with boundless trust and respect.

Lady Mingzhu had no doubt that if the King of Qin gave the order...

The people of Qin can instantly transform into the most loyal and terrifying army.

Not to mention the incredibly precious Spirit Rice, which is extremely valuable in the six kingdoms.

In the Qin Dynasty, countless fields were being planted with spirit rice.

Even farmers can own it.

This gap...

……

As the month drew to a close, summary reports from various departments were released.

After leaving court, Ying Zheng did not return to the inner palace.

He carefully reviewed the memorials.

Yan Fei, standing to the side, was unusually relaxed.

She wore a pale yellow palace dress, her breasts were full, her hips were round, and she had a pair of long, slender legs.

She was wearing slightly transparent stockings.

Yanfei relaxed and stretched her body, sunlight falling on her snow-white skin.

It glowed with a faint light.

She leaned back on the soft couch, so comfortable that even her pink toes were slightly splayed.

He exuded an air of languor.

Ying Zheng put down the memorial and glanced at her with amusement.

"Yanfei, is this appropriate for you?"

They've turned the government affairs hall into their bedroom.

Yan Fei covered her mouth and stretched, her pink and jade-like toes leisurely dangling from her high heels.

"Why isn't it suitable?"