Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

"Master, are you exhausted? Let me give you a massage."

Ying Zheng sat next to Qi Pan, who slumped in the chair and nodded weakly.

The buffet these days was so tiring that she didn't want to move a finger at all.

Ying Zheng lifted Qi Pan's legs and placed them on his own legs, rubbing Qi Pan's calves with moderate strength with his hands.

The warmth of his broad, calloused hands came through the fabric, accompanied by a gentle massage. Qipan leaned back in the chair, relaxed, and enjoyed the massage that Ying Zheng gave her.

After massaging Qi Pan's calves, Ying Zheng's hands moved up along Qi Pan's knees and thighs.

When Qipan was drowsy, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

He picked her up, held her in his arms and carried her to the couch, massaging her forehead.

“Mmm…so comfortable.”

Qi Pan closed his eyes, and after Ying Zheng pressed on him, all the fatigue in his body disappeared.

After pressing for a while, Ying Zheng withdrew his hands, placed his hands on both sides of Qi Pan, leaned over, lowered his head, and gently kissed Qi Pan on the forehead, and then on the tip of his nose.

As soon as Qi Pan opened her eyes, she saw Ying Zheng's perfect jawline and Adam's apple. She gently tilted her head back and kissed Ying Zheng's Adam's apple.

Ying Zheng's whole body stiffened, and the kiss he was about to place on Qi Pan's lips stopped. He was about to step back and fly away when Qi Pan grabbed him by the collar.

"Why are you running?"

Qi Pan grabbed the collar of Ying Zheng's shirt with both hands, looking puzzled.

"Master, I........."

Ying Zheng had no way to explain. He just looked at Qi Pan pleadingly, "Master, I'll be back soon."

Qi Pan loosened his hand and let Ying Zheng leave. He wrapped himself in a blanket and lay on the couch. He fell asleep soon.

When Ying Zheng came back, Qi Pan had fallen into a deep sleep. Ying Zheng gently lay on the side of the couch, touched Qi Pan's hair, and held her in his arms.

When Qi Pan woke up, she saw herself in Ying Zheng's arms. She moved back and turned her face away.

Ying Zheng could clearly sense that Qi Pan was not in a good mood, so he asked gently, "Master, what's wrong?"

Qi Pan snorted dejectedly, turned around and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng grabbed Qi Pan and the blanket and locked him in his arms, "State Master? What happened? What happened?"

"Why do you always run away suddenly?"

Qi Pan frowned slightly, buried his face in Ying Zheng's chest, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"I........."

Ying Zheng held Qi Pan's hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, if you don't leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

Qi Pan understood instantly, her face turned red, and she nestled in Ying Zheng's arms without moving.

Ying Zheng looked at Qi Pan, whose face had flushed red, and kissed her on the top of her head, "Master, have you calmed down?"

Qi Pan hummed softly.

The making of wedding gowns and other matters required a lot of time to prepare, and the palace where Qipan would live also needed to be repaired.

Qi Pan once again devoted himself to the research and production of the generator. All the parts needed for the generator were made in Daqin, and the size and quality of each part were very important.

After more than three months of research and production, Daqin’s first generator was finally successfully developed!

It was first studied and tried on a small scale, and after it was confirmed that there were no problems, it was moved to the Xianyang Palace and put into use.

The electricity generated by the generator can temporarily be used in the main hall of Xianyang Palace where Ying Zheng is located. The light bulbs that have already been made are hung on both sides of the hall.

The number of bulbs is limited, and only three have been produced so far.

One was hung on one side of Ying Zheng's desk, and the other two were hung on both sides of the hall.

After the power is turned on, the generator continues to generate electricity and the light bulb flashes.

Ying Zheng and his ministers all stood around the light bulb in amazement.

Although Ying Zheng knew the function of light bulbs and had seen the bright light emitted by mobile phone flashlights, it was not made in Daqin and did not belong to Daqin.

Seeing the light bulb light up with his own eyes at this moment, the emotions in my heart kept surging. He turned his head and his eyes on Qi Pan were incomparably bright.

It was the Imperial Master who changed the Qin Dynasty. The Imperial Master accounted for half of the credit for the Qin Dynasty's current growth and development.

After the first generator was successfully produced, we accumulated experience and soon produced the second, third, and even more.

After the main hall of Xianyang Palace was filled with light bulbs, the Imperial Master's Mansion was filled with light bulbs.

Light bulbs and generators began to become popular in the palace, then to several important officials in the court, and then to the ministers... It would take several years or even more than ten years before they became popular among ordinary people.

Time flies, one year later.

The day of Qi Pan and Ying Zheng’s wedding has arrived.

The Imperial Master's Mansion and the Xianyang Palace were hung with bright red silk. The wedding procession went from the palace gate to the Imperial Master's Mansion, and then from the Imperial Master's Mansion to the palace gate, making a circle in the city of Xianyang.

The wedding ceremony lasted from morning to night. Qi Pan only breathed a sigh of relief when she was sent to the Xianyang Palace and sat on the bed covered with a bright red wedding quilt.

Getting married in ancient times was too tiring.

Sui Wan and Xiu Ge stood guard on one side, "Master, would you like some tea or something to eat?"

"Bring some fruit."

I didn’t have a proper meal today and just ate something casually. Qi Pan was really hungry.

"promise."

Suiwan brought a plate of fresh fruit and held it in front of Qipan, "National Master."

Qi Pan reached out and took a small fork, gently lifted a corner of the big red veil, and put the fruit into his mouth.

More than half an hour later, Ying Zheng stepped into the bridal chamber. Sui Wan and Xiu Ge bowed and then left. They closed the door and stood guard outside the palace from a distance.

Qi Pan was a little nervous and gently grasped the cuffs of her bright red wedding gown.

Ying Zheng walked towards Qi Pan step by step. He smelled of alcohol, which he got from drinking with those ministers.

He simply drank a few cups and left it to Fusu to deal with, then hurried to the bridal chamber.

Looking at Qi Pan, who was sitting beside the bed, wearing a bright red wedding gown and a red veil, Ying Zheng's heart became increasingly hot.

He stretched out his hand and slowly lifted Qipan's veil. Qipan looked exceptionally bright, beautiful, and breathtaking today. She slowly raised her eyes and looked towards Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to be sucked into those eyes.

"National Master............."

His voice was hoarse, his hands clutching the red veil trembled unconsciously, and his whole body seemed to be stiff.

"Want to drink first?"

Qi Pan lowered her head shyly, her heart beating wildly.

"good........."

Ying Zheng almost clumsily poured two glasses of wine and brought them over. This was just ordinary fruit wine. Even without any aphrodisiac, the wedding night was romantic, let alone for Qi Pan and Ying Zheng.

After they drank the wedding wine, Ying Zheng brought a plate of fruit to Qi Pan, "Master, are you hungry? Eat some fruit first so you don't get tired later."

"I........."

Qi Pan's face, which was already flushed due to shyness, suddenly turned redder, and she silently took a few pieces of fruit to eat.

"Master, I'm hungry too."