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

"Don't bother me, Third Sister. This trip is exactly what I want. Don't worry."

Gongzi Gao carried Xiao Shisan on his back and comforted Su Jinyue with a chuckle.

Behind him, Jiang Lu and the other man who were helping to support Shisan also looked full of ambition.

"That's right, Third Sister. Once I defeat those barbarians and make them submit, I'll give you a hundred times as much gold cake!"

"Third sister, are you worried about my younger brother? I've been practicing martial arts since I was young, so I'm sure I can protect myself."

These young men are full of vigor and vitality, and each of them looks forward to the future.

Fusu reached out and patted Su Jinyue's head. "Third sister, are you worried about those gold cakes? When father's anger subsides, you can come to me and use them freely."

"Yes, yes. Go get some from me too. I'll give you all ours."

Su Jinyue felt soft-hearted when she saw these energetic brothers in front of her. The young men were agile and strong, like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground, growing vigorously.

She would make each of them a set of the best armor and weapons.

Keep them safe.

After making this decision, Su Jinyue went back and wrote a letter to the Shaofu, insisting on making several sets of the strongest armor.

Haoda Di also gave orders overnight, asking the doctor to select several groups of well-trained guards to protect his sons.

In the years to come, these people will be their strongest support.

The young man is full of vigor and enthusiasm, and he is full of enthusiasm from time to time.

The father and daughter worked hard for these young men who were about to go to the border.

Thousands of miles away, there are people working tirelessly for future generations.

Julu County, Xindu.

Huan Peng traveled all the way around and arrived here exhausted.

The horse neighed, he pulled at his hat, led the horse, and stopped at the city gate, waiting for the gatekeeper to check.

Behind him, a couple huddled together, hugging their bundles tightly in their arms, huddled together, not daring to look up at the city gate.

As it was getting close to evening, there were fewer people entering the city and the team moved forward quickly.

The prison guard spoke in unfluent Mandarin and kept asking about the purpose of entering the city and how long we would stay.

When it was Huan Peng's turn, he looked him up and down.

He was strong and came on horseback, carrying a sword.

It is obvious that this person is not an ordinary person.

The jailer lowered his head and carefully examined the photo sticker, looking at it again and again.

Huan Peng took a step forward and handed over a few half-liang coins. "I am a member of the Nandi County Lieutenant's family. I am here to visit relatives and deliver a letter."

The guard looked up at Huan Peng, put away the Qin Banliang, and waved his hand impatiently, "Go quickly, don't block the road."

Huan Peng nodded slightly, exerted force with his palm, and pulled the reins.

The horse let out a "whoosh" and snorted, then followed closely behind him into the city.

The couple behind him looked at each other, then lowered their heads again, looking like country farmers who were afraid to see people.

Times have changed. In just eight years, Xindu no longer looks like the former capital of Zhao State.

The traces of the war have been erased by time, and even the shop signs on the streets have been replaced with today's small seal script.

The only thing that remains unchanged is probably the Zhao dialect, which is still spoken in people's language.

Huan Peng led the horse, kept his head down, and walked slowly towards the west of the city.

The couple followed him slowly.

After turning a corner, the two men passed by a beggar, and then changed direction and stopped following him.

But the little beggar began to fall behind Huan Peng.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the roadside, and tall buildings gradually began to appear.

Once they entered the wealthy area, it was no longer suitable for the little beggar to continue following.

He leaned against the corner, memorized Huan Peng's route, ran quickly to the side, and bumped into a merchant in brocade clothes.

"Master, please spare me. I didn't mean to do that. Please spare me!"

The merchant kicked the beggar and cursed, "Get out of here! You've soiled my clothes! I'll kill you!"

He cursed, patted the corner of his clothes in a very unlucky manner, turned and walked towards the street, and soon saw Huan Peng.

I think I'm a bird in the forest, locked in a golden cage.

Huan Peng had no idea that his every move was being monitored by the Black Armored Guards. He led his horse and stopped in front of a remote gate.

"Knock knock knock..."

The knock on the door startled the servant inside. A one-eyed man opened the door a crack and looked outside.

"Who are you? What do you want from the master?"

Huan Peng took out the jade pendant from his bosom and handed it to the other party. He said solemnly, "Prince Dan of Yan, please come forward to escort Huan Peng and ask for an audience with King Zhao."

There was a clang.

The door was slammed shut.

Huan Peng looked at his empty right hand, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and sat down on the stone steps in front of the gate in a good mood.

Inside the gate, the one-eyed servant hurried all the way through the corridor, walked past the old trees in the main courtyard, and gently knocked on the door of the main hall.

Zhao Xie, who was slightly plump and had a round face, heard a knock on the door and looked up from the paper he was copying bamboo slips on.

"Come in."

Upon hearing this, the one-eyed attendant pushed open the door and stepped forward to report, "Master, Prince Dan of Yan has come to escort Huan Peng and request an audience."

He paused for a moment, raised his head, looked directly at Zhao Xie, and continued, "I would like to see the Queen of Zhao."

After listening to this, Zhao Xie lowered his head and caressed the word "Zhao" on the bamboo slips lovingly.

Once, the Master told him that the country of Zhao was gone, but the name of their Zhao would never be destroyed.

Now, in just eight years, the King of Qin has forced the world to learn only small seal script, and the writing of his Zhao State is about to disappear.

As he gasped for breath, his thoughts swirled. He slowly calmed down his turbulent emotions and softly instructed, "At 11:30 PM, enter through the back door. Go pick him up in person and don't let anyone see you."

"Yes."

The one-eyed attendant took the order and left, returning all the way to the gate.

Huan Peng, who was sitting on the stone steps at the door, heard footsteps inside and hurriedly stood up and straightened his clothes.

Unexpectedly, the door was still only open a crack.

The one-eyed attendant threw the jade pendant to Huan Peng from inside the door.

Huan Peng took the jade pendant and was about to move forward again when he heard the door slam shut, accompanied by the words, "Three quarters past midnight, back door."

He raised his eyebrows, threw the jade pendant into the air, and with brisk steps, he led the horse and went to find an inn.

The Black Armored Guards who followed along the way quickly wrote all this into a secret letter and sent it to Xianyang, which was then passed on to Your Majesty by the Weiwei.

Can the alliance between Chu and Zhao eliminate the threat?

It is impossible to remove it.

Ying Zheng wanted to keep them to dig out more secrets.

He didn't believe that they could recruit hundreds of thousands of rebel troops in just a few months.

There must have been several armies hiding in the dark as early as this time.

Dozens? Hundreds? Even thousands of people.

As thin and sharp as a needle tip, it is always ready to deliver a fierce stab when the Qin Dynasty is weak.

Ying Zheng would naturally dig them out bit by bit and clean them up thoroughly.

The night was as black as pitch, and the entire world was wrapped in this boundless darkness.

The wind sounded like a knife, hitting the window frames.

Huan Peng followed the one-eyed attendant, walked around all the way, passed through the shadows of the trees, and came to the northwest corner of the courtyard, to a secluded guest room.

There, Zhao Xie had been waiting for a long time.