Learn from all schools of thought since the Qin Dynasty

Under Li Ji's surprised gaze, Lu Yuan slowly stood up and walked out of the carriage.

At this point, the two sides were already on the verge of a showdown.

Although the assassins in the world were less than one-tenth of the enemy's number, they still drew their swords, murderous intent, and showed no sign of retreat.

The hundred Qin soldiers who were ready to conduct a forced search saw Lu Yuan coming out. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and did not look like an ordinary person.

He spoke again respectfully: "Sir, we are searching for two wanted criminals in the empire."

"One of the women fled to this area and disappeared. Please allow us to search the carriage."

Lu Yuan slowly took out a black token from his arms and handed it to him. There were tiger patterns engraved on the back, and the words "National Master" were carved in Qin's language on the front.

Looking at the token in his hand, the man passing by had his pupils trembled, and he respectfully returned the token with both hands.

"I don't know the identity of the national teacher. I don't mean to offend you. I hope you will forgive me."

Lu Yuan put the token away again and said, "It doesn't matter. You are also working for the Qin State to chase down fugitives."

"If it is an unintentional act, then the one who does it without knowing it is not guilty."

"The people in this carriage are all my family members, all of them are weak women, and they really can't stand the sight of war and violence."

Before he finished speaking, the Qin general quickly said, "Since they are the family of the state master, there will be no fugitives. We will continue the search elsewhere."

"Close the team!"

At the command, the hundred-man general led the troops to leave in a mighty manner.

In the distance, a soldier asked in confusion: "Sir, are we going to retreat like this?"

"That woman disappeared after fleeing to that area. Why do those three carriages look suspicious?"

"That's a felon with a bounty of 800 gold!"

The general stopped and kicked the soldier, saying unhappily, "Do you think we can search anyone's carriage at will?"

"The king appointed this man as the national teacher not long ago, and ordered all cities and checkpoints within the Qin territory to allow the national teacher's troops to pass through without blocking them."

"It can be seen that this person is deeply in the King's grasp."

"Don't tell me you don't know if that woman is really in the carriage. Even if she is, you have to pretend you didn't see her."

"Money is a good thing, but you have to live to spend it, idiot!"

Looking at Lu Yuan sitting back in the carriage, Li Ji felt so sad that she could not even cry.

"Are you the Qin State's Imperial Master?"

It's like escaping from the tiger's den and falling into the wolf's lair!

She seemed to have seen herself being taken to Xianyang, thrown into prison, and then beheaded in public.

It was extremely quiet in the carriage. Li Ji looked at Lu Yuan and didn't dare to move.

Because she found that each of the three people seemed to be stronger than herself.

What's more, in the process of escaping just now, she had consumed 70% to 80% of her internal energy, and her left arm was scratched by a crossbow arrow.

The bleeding was stopped by a simple bandage, but the pain was still felt.

It is said that the cold weapons in this world are really perverted.

In normal history, if a bow and arrow could shoot 120 steps while ensuring sufficient lethality, it was considered excellent.

The range of the hand crossbow should be at least cut in half.

However, the effective range of the bows and arrows equipped by the Qin army could even reach an abnormal 300 steps.

The crossbow arrows can be shot more than 100 steps away and have armor-piercing effects, and it can even be a repeating crossbow.

It is simply the black technology in cold weapons.

Such an army would fire a few rounds of volleys before engaging in battle, which would be enough to cause heavy losses to the enemy.

The powerful bows and crossbows were also one of the Qin army's trump cards that ensured victory in every battle.

If the opponent hadn't been holding a crossbow, Li Ji wouldn't have been forced into a desperate situation.

Lu Yuan directly paid for an inn in the city.

Three carriages were parked in the yard.

Everyone got off the carriage. Honglian, who had long been unable to bear the stuffy feeling in the carriage, pulled Kexin and wanted to go out and play.

But he spotted Li Ji with his sharp eyes, and walked up to her and asked, "Are you the fugitive that was just chased by Qin's army?"

"They even arrested such a beautiful girl. They are really bad guys."

The simple words made everyone laugh.

How can one judge good from bad based on appearance?

After some questioning and chatting, the girls gradually realized that Li Ji was not a vicious person.

Although they didn't know why she was wanted, they didn't look at her strangely.

The embroiderer took out a box of ointment and handed it to Li Ji.

"Your arm is injured. Although the bandage has stopped the bleeding, it will leave a scar if it continues like this."

"Using this ointment can not only speed up recovery, but also avoid scarring."

Li Ji wanted to refuse, but the more beautiful a person is, the more they care about their beauty.

Despite the "fear" of leaving scars, I still reached out to take the ointment.

"Thank you."

It only took half a day for Li Ji to get along well with the other girls.

I talk more too.

Although he was still evasive when asking about her identity, it was better than his cautious attitude at the beginning.

I took a look at the group of young girls playing around.

Yue Ji came to Lu Yuan's side.

"I'm afraid this girl's identity is not ordinary."

"To be rewarded with a large sum of money by the Qin State, his clothing and manner of speaking must be very extraordinary."

Yueji has a very sharp eye. The silk clothes that Guang Liji is wearing are not something that ordinary people can afford.

Even some wealthy small businessmen do not have such luxury.

When a woman wears such a set of clothes, others will inevitably look at her with respect and call her "young lady".

This may be the power of "skin".

It has been an unchanging truth since ancient times that clothes make the man and saddles make the horse.

The sun sets over the western mountains and the bright moon rises into the sky.

Lizzie lived alone in a room.

Slowly take off the clothes on the surface, revealing skin as smooth as water.

She took off the gauze and took out the plaster that the embroiderer had given her during the day.

Just as he was about to apply the medicine, his hands paused and he put his ear against the wall with a hint of doubt.

The noise next door became clearer and clearer.

The next moment, his eyes bulged.

When she came to her senses, her face flushed and her heart beat fast, and she almost dropped the ointment in her hand onto the bed.

He muttered to himself, "Jane... this is ridiculous."

"How can you do such a thing? The embroiderers are too..."

She originally wanted to say that he was shameless, but then she thought that it was his own business and she had no right to interfere.

On the contrary, my behavior of eavesdropping is really against ethics.

I can only force myself to be calm, but sometimes the more I want to forget something, the more likely it is to backfire.

Finish applying the ointment.

Li Ji lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

The voice I heard always comes to my mind.

Lizzie turned her head and glanced at the wall.

"They probably don't know even if they just listen, right?"

The body slowly moved to the wall.

At this moment, the young Li Ji seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

Gradually, the water shadows in my eyes became heavy and mist filled the air...

The next day.

The embroiderer knocked on the door.

"Miss Liji, are you awake?"

"Come out and eat something!"

Li Ji woke up from her dream.

Li Ji was in a panic and said anxiously, "I'm awake and will be out soon."

I breathed a sigh of relief when the knocking sound stopped and the embroiderer's footsteps gradually faded away.

If the embroiderer saw what was happening on the bed, she would really not want to live anymore.