I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

He slowly lifted a corner of the window curtain and looked at the people queuing up to buy bicycles, as well as the bicycles displayed in the store.

Many people in the team looked distracted and not anxious at all. It was obvious that they were hired as shills.

Looking at the bicycle again, it was surprisingly similar to the first version published by Shaofu. From this, it could be confirmed that the other party had inside information.

Secondly, judging by the number of bicycles, the other party had already started preparations when Shaofu just released the first edition, which is how they were able to stockpile such a large number.

Either it was someone from the Shaofu, or an attendant who was watching the test ride in the palace, or a soldier leaked the information after the Beijing army obtained the first batch of bicycles.

Looking at its price tag, it is indeed much cheaper than theirs.

However, he was not worried about this.

Long before the sale started, the master had instructed everyone to prioritize benefiting the people, and each new car would only make a small profit.

The vehicles here are still bulky in design, and they don’t even have baskets in front of the vehicle to hold supplies, but the cost is not cheap.

Selling it at such a low price would definitely be a loss making deal.

Thinking of this, Boliu felt more at ease.

Nothing to worry about.

He just passed the message on, and the people behind it would be investigated by the higher-ups.

He thought well.

After Su Jinyue received the car sent by Boliu, she turned around and ran to find Haodadi to complain in a heroic and confident manner.

"Dad, someone is bullying your beloved San'er!"

“Someone hit the child!!!”

Ying Zheng looked speechlessly at the silly child who was throwing a tantrum in the palace.

Could he not know?

He? The Ancestral Dragon of China! Unrivaled Emperor recognized by all of the Three Realms and future generations.

Is it possible to not have this level of control?!?

"Don't act like a demon, you're the Imperial Master. How can this be disgraceful? If you don't go back, I will make the decision!"

Su Jinyue quickly glanced at the good old man sitting at the top.

Ok, there is a conspiracy, retreat!

Su Jinyue rode her little car out of the hall, leaving the tricks to her good father.

Ying Zheng lowered his head in frustration, as if he wanted to stare a big hole in the table.

"Where is the Weiwei?"

The eunuchs who were attending him hurriedly responded and left the hall to summon the Weiwei.

The Weiwei's office was very close to the Qinzheng Palace, and he arrived at the palace in less than two quarters of an hour.

He knelt in the center of the hall and paid his respects to Ying Zheng.

"I bow before your majesty, long live my emperor!"

Ying Zheng: "Rise, have you found out who is behind Zhao Gao?"

The Weiwei's face was solemn as he replied, "Your Majesty, I have ascertained that the bicycle blueprints were the work of Zhao Gao and the old Yan clan."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, it seems there's a third party intervening among them. Both sides thought it was the other's backup plan and didn't notice anything unusual."

"Furthermore, I have already ascertained that the third party is related to the crossbowman who attempted the assassination a few days ago."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes sharply and stared fiercely at Wei Wei, "Have you tracked him down?"

The Weiwei lowered his head in shame. "The other party is extremely cautious. The person responsible for delivering the message will lie dormant if there is any movement. We are still looking for an opportunity."

Ying Zheng exhaled and clenched his hands into fists. "No rush, take your time, and don't alert the enemy."

"Yes!" Weiwei accepted the order.

Ying Zheng: "Also, all those involved in the leak of the bicycle blueprints will be killed."

"Yes!"

As the sun set, the Weiwei slowly left the hall.

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne, picked up his pen, and wrote a big word "执" on a piece of white paper.

I don't believe that a centipede cannot be killed even if I kill it a hundred times.

The evening clouds have dispersed, the setting sun is hanging, there are maple leaves in the river and reeds on both sides.

Su Jinyue was riding a small car on the way back to the palace.

"Squeaky, squeaky~"

The first version of the bicycle was made of wood. It was not as easy to ride as the modern ones, but it was much lighter than walking.

The ladies and guards chasing after her said: "Run, catch up with the princess!"

Su Jinyue was like a tyrant. She laughed loudly: "Hahaha~ Come chase me~~~ Catch me and I'll give you a new car!"

The ladies and guards ran even faster.

Su Jinyue used her more than ten years of cycling skills to continuously move left and right.

The sounds of playing and laughing could be heard from far away.

At the corner of the palace road, Hu Hai, who had not been seen for a long time, looked at this scene, his eyes red with jealousy.

It’s all this woman!

It was because of her that Hu Hai lived such a miserable life!

Just wait~ He will make her pay the price!

"Prince Hu Hai, while a man of filial piety and brotherly love, is one who revolts against his superiors, a rare exception. And yet, one who does not revolt against his superiors but revolts has never existed. What is the latter part of the sentence?"

An old and heavy voice exploded in Hu Hai's ears.

Hu Hai felt his scalp tingling as if by reflex.

Here it comes again, here it comes again, tests anytime and anywhere.

The old man did not let him go and continued, "Master Hu Hai, why are you looking at the Imperial Preceptor like that? Brothers should be friends, and younger brothers should be respectful. Harmony between brothers is the essence of filial piety. Regardless, the Third Princess is your sister, so it is her duty to educate you."

Hu Hai stared blankly at the old man's lips that kept opening and closing.

Once it starts, it will take at least half an hour to finish.

Who will save him?

Can't he just stop hating?

He was wrong. He shouldn't have looked at Su Jinyue, shouldn't have recalled the past and felt resentment. Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it~

The group came and went in a hurry.

Su Jinyue was still immersed in her game of escaping from him, "Come on, come and catch me~"

It was at the top of Yinling Mountain, thousands of miles away, under the cliff.

The old man with beard finally received a letter from his disciple.

A young boy in green clothes walked into the cave holding a letter.

"Master, Junior Brother Kunze really did send a letter."

The bearded old man opened his eyes, reached out to take the letter handed to him by the child, carefully opened it, and read it carefully.

The letter was only a thin piece of paper.

The first sentence is: Master, help me!

"Ha ha……"

The old man chuckled helplessly: "Zer is naughty again~"

He had already calculated that Kunze and his party would not be in danger of their lives on this trip, so he was not in a hurry.

In the letter, Kunze described in detail what he saw and heard during his trip to Xianyang, as well as the strange facial features of the third princess and how the First Emperor wanted to recruit his master but was politely declined.

The old man read the entire letter, breathing steadily and with a calm expression.

He caressed every part of the letter with care.

A small piece of light paper can carry hundreds of words.

Every time he saw it, he was delighted.

He unfolded the letter and placed it on the newly purchased desk, intending to keep it and use it to practice calligraphy later.

Then, he took out a new page of paper and spread it flat on the table.

In the clepsydra, water drops fall slowly, making a continuous dripping sound.

Time passed slowly, and the old man, who was frowning and thinking, finally picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper.

He finished the writing in one go.

There was a line of large characters written on it: From His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin.

With these words, the person delivering the letter, even Kunze, would never dare to open it and take a look.

The stars gradually disappear as the pedestrians move, and the sounds of birdsong can be heard clearly on the treetops.

It was late at night, and two sealed letters were quietly placed on the desk.

The moonlight quietly peeked in through the cave, as if it also wanted to peek into the secrets within.