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

no?!?!

Because Dazai Ling is also in Shaofu now, trying to ride a hot air balloon.

The old man tightly grasped the vines on the hanging basket and tried his best to steady his voice, "Master Mo, do we really not need to remove the sandbags next to the hanging basket?"

Mo Jiang explained calmly, "The sandbag is used as a counterweight. If you encounter danger, you can take it off to reduce the weight and maintain stability."

These words made Dazai Ling's heart even more panicked.

He was about to give up when he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the slightly shaking right leg under Mo Jiang's robe. Only then did he realize that the other party was not as calm as he appeared.

Suddenly, he was no longer panicking.

Take off, take off, he wants to see the Mohist leader's shocked look!

Two little old men stood in the hanging basket, each calmer than the other, as if they were competing to see who had more composure.

"ignition!"

With a loud shout from the engineer, the stove in the hanging basket ignited. The engineer shook the manual blower, the flames were fierce, the balloon slowly expanded, and the hanging basket began to stumble off the ground.

The old man's heart was beating like a drum and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He glanced quietly at Mo Jiang, who was as steady as an old dog across from him, straightened his back silently, and pretended to be calm.

He used his sleeves to cover his hands, which had turned white from the effort as he gripped the net.

one meter……

Three meters...

ten meters...

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and the hot air balloon shook violently.

The two little old men hugged each other with a whoosh.

Dazai ordered: "May the gods bless us, may the imperial master bless us!"

Mo Jiang: "I have to trust Qi'er, everything will be safe."

The two of them no longer looked calm.

While they were praying, the engineer had already controlled the direction and stabilized the hot air balloon.

The old men quickly distanced themselves from each other and turned their heads to look in other directions.

The entire hot air balloon was silent.

However, the awkward atmosphere did not last long.

The magnificent scenery before them left them no time to think about anything else.

The sun was shining brightly and there was a gentle breeze.

The mountains below are undulating, and the entire Shaofu is in sight.

I would like to ride the ling wind and go straight out of the floating clouds.

You can raise your hand for nearly a month and move forward without mountains.

Shocked is not enough to describe how they felt.

Before the two of them could finish their sighs, the balloon had already turned and returned to the starting point.

The ground was getting lower and lower, and Su Jinyue and others who were waiting there were already waving their hands and calling their names loudly.

"How was it? Was it nice? There was some wind just now, so will it be bumpy?"

Mo Jiang no longer cared about what Su Jinyue said. Sparks of thoughts colliding were blooming in his brain like fireworks.

It turns out that this is air, force, wind and cloud.

He had to go back quickly and read again the physics book that Su Jinyue gave them.

He got it.

Master Mo Jiang left quickly, and the others did not stop him. Instead, they surrounded Dazai Ling.

"Old man, what do you think about me taking a hot air balloon to give Father a gift on his birthday?"

"How about throwing some more ribbons and congratulatory messages?"

Dazai Ling was even more excited than Su Jinyue, "Great! Arrange more! Four! No, eight! They'll come from eight directions riding the wind. This will definitely be a unique birthday celebration in the world."

The chief planner of the ceremony had a broad mind and endless ideas, and he vowed to make the ceremony he organized go down in history.

Su Jinyue frowned: Haha, there’s no need to be so troublesome.

Dazai ordered: "Have the engineers build an escalator on the hot air balloon for people to climb down."

Dazai ordered: "You can also arrange for dancers to wear colorful clothes, tie them to hot air balloons, and dance gracefully, like fairies descending to earth."

Wow, you’ve figured out the basic wire rope, right?

People who engage in art are indeed the craziest.

Everyone shared their thoughts and offered suggestions.

Ying Zheng in the Qinzheng Hall finally calmed down, sat back on the dragon throne, and reviewed the memorials.

After his birthday, when the weather gets warmer, he will start preparing for his tour.

This time, he wants to change the route and nip all the hidden dangers in the bud in advance.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

On the birthday of the First Emperor, the entire city of Xianyang was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns.

It is even more lively than the Moon Festival.

Princes and nobles, each with their families, attended the palace dinner.

In the center of the stage, dancers dance gracefully to melodious music.

Ying Zheng at the top was distracted, his eyes fixed on the air.

Why haven’t you come on stage yet?

It’s been a whole day?

Could it be that they have different opinions and are not flying?

Fusu, who was sitting near him, quietly retreated from the corner of the crowd while everyone was not paying attention.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. My third sister must be waiting anxiously."

Fusu put on a colorful coat as he ran and hurried to where Su Jinyue was.

From a distance, I saw Thirteen coming towards me.

"Brother, come quickly, we're waiting for you!"

"Okay, let's go in first."

At the banquet hall, after one song ended, the guests waited for a long time for the next dance music to start, but instead waited for the lights on the stage to go out.

what's the situation?

"Boom!"

The sound of drums came from a distance.

"Dong dong!"

The drumming became more intense.

Finally, someone saw the light on the horizon.

The audience speculated, "Could it be a Kongming lantern or a kite?"

"Why is it so big?"

"Eh? Where did the ribbon come from?"

A gust of wind blew, and colorful ribbons of rain began to fall from the sky.

Su Jinyue, who specifically chose the upwind direction for takeoff, was having a lot of fun with the colorful ribbons flying on the hot air balloon.

The stage is getting closer.

Someone in the audience was already shouting.

"There's someone, there's someone up there!"

"Fly! This is going to fly!"

Ying Zheng stood up excitedly and took a few quick steps forward.

Then six hot air balloons with lanterns hanging all over them came flying in the sky.

Colorful ribbons were scattered from time to time, and when you got closer, you could see cloth falling down with the words "Long live the First Emperor, long live the Great Qin" written on it.

"Congratulations on your father's birthday. The country and the people celebrate together, and the whole world is filled with joy."

"May my father live long and prosper, and enjoy eternal blessings, and a healthy and long life."

The princes and princesses on the hot air balloon shouted congratulations to Ying Zheng.

"Good, good, good!"

Ying Zheng said "hello" three times, laughed and waved, interacting with his children in the sky.

The effect of the program is straight forward.

The attendants on the ground caught the rope thrown from the hot air balloon and slowly pulled it down.

As Su Jinyue and the others landed, the ministers could finally see the people in colorful clothes.

Ying Zheng had already walked down from the platform and was walking quickly towards the crowd. The ministers followed closely behind him, each of them anxious to figure out the key points.

"Master Imperial Master, you are not lying to me. You can actually fly and hide in the ground."

"The immortals' descent to the mortal world is a blessing for our Great Qin and for Your Majesty."

The generals didn't care about all this. They had already started thinking about how to use this magical object in subsequent battles.

Half a meter above the ground, Su Jinyue and others climbed out of the hanging basket and were about to salute Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng: "No need to be polite, just keep the engine running and let me take a ride."

Wang Wan: "I am coming too, Your Majesty. Take me with you!"

Wang Ben, the Marquis of Tongwu, said: "Your Majesty, I am weak, so please allow me to stay by your side and protect your safety."

Wang Wan pointed at the other man and said, "You old bastard, your hair is all white. How can you protect me? I am still healthy. It is best for me to protect you!"

Before the two men tried to argue, Wei Liao had already followed closely behind Ying Zheng and stepped into the hanging basket.

"Old Wei Liao! You are so cunning that you actually stole my house!"