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

It's time to worship the moon again.

The excitement over the manuscript had not yet died down when the news of the victory triggered another wave of enthusiasm in Xianyang City.

At such a celebratory moment, moon worship becomes the best way for everyone to vent.

Coupled with the burst of fireworks, this year's moon worship is more lively than the Chinese New Year.

The royal family and nobles gathered in Baiyujing again.

This year, Lu Gong's family successfully moved to the second floor and got a small private room.

"A great victory has been achieved in the north. After the Moon Festival, His Majesty will summon you. My son, your father wishes you peace and success."

Lu Gong had drunk a bit too much, his face flushed, and he was already a bit dazed. "Son, this journey is very far. Will I be able to wait for you to return before I die?"

Only at this moment did the busy old father dare to express his deepest worries while drunk.

Lu Shizhi's eyes were red as he raised his glass to Lu Gong, "I will return as soon as possible and will be able to provide for you in your old age."

"well."

Lu Gong sighed and drank the wine in the cup.

Lu Ze patted his brother's shoulder vigorously, and clinked his glasses together. Everything was said without words.

Everyone in the Lu family was expressing their affection for each other in the small compartment, but Lu Zhi was not among them.

She was at the highest point of Baiyujing, accompanying Su Jinyue.

Some time ago, the battle report came, and she was rewarded generously by His Majesty. She also benefited from it and was promoted from the original assistant to the current attendant.

This small step allowed the Lu family to move up a level and get a private room at a time when tables were so popular.

If Xiao He could be promoted from a servant to a chief secretary, she might be able to do the same.

After all, she is still young and has plenty of time.

There are many people who have been promoted like her.

Almost all the people in the Imperial Master's Office obtained official positions of varying degrees, even the young boy had an official position.

Except, Xiao Mo Fu.

She was really too young, and Su Jinyue racked her brains but couldn't think of a reason to ask for a reward for her.

Su Jinyue was so worried about this that she ate one less steamed dumpling.

Poor eldest disciple, when he grows up he won’t be able to control these fellow disciples.

Xu's father and mother also have this concern.

As the head of a college in the Daqin Academy, Dr. Xu was assigned to the third floor.

The private rooms here are more spacious and more exquisite than those on the second floor.

Sitting opposite Xu Wang were the clansmen and disciples he had summoned, as well as his third son Xu Zhuoran.

His eldest and second sons were now serving as officials in a remote county town and could not move around freely, so he only called his youngest son, Zhuoran.

Xu Zhuoran looked to be in his teens, with an outstanding temperament. At this moment, he was holding Xu Mofu and patiently feeding his little sister.

"If you haven't been to Xianyang, you won't know there is such a prosperous city in the world." Uncle Xu looked into the distance through the window.

Baiyujing, as Su Jinyue's property, has been installed with glass windows.

The only one in the entire Xianyang city.

The clear view allows diners to clearly see the streets far away.

"Yes, Baiyujing is worthy of the name of the Immortal Tower. Only when you are there in person can you know that the rumors are true."

Another scholar in green robes echoed.

Xu Wang nodded and looked outside following their gaze.

His Xu family has already occupied the third floor of Baiyujing.

It’s all thanks to Mo Fu’s neatness.

Thinking of this, he turned his head, looked at Xu Mofu in his young son's arms with loving eyes, and sighed.

"It's a pity that I was too young to catch up with this great reward. I heard that even the ten-year-old boy under the Imperial Master has become an official. Sigh..."

He exhaled a breath, his eyes full of regret.

"In this case, how can Mo Fu subdue his fellow apprentices?"

Everyone in the box was also a little worried and looked at Xu Mofu with affection.

Unfortunately, the child was ignorant and was eating the delicious food handed to him by his third brother with a smile on his face, laughing sweetly from time to time.

"Brother, eat too."

Xu Zhuoran touched his little sister's bun and coaxed her softly, "Don't eat too much, brother is full."

How can such a young child understand what adults are thinking?

Not to mention subduing many fellow disciples.

Xu Fu was the first to disagree.

"What senior sister? You're just a toddler, your teeth haven't even grown in yet."

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother is the pillar of our Xiaoyao Sect."

In the private room on the second floor of Baiyujing, Xu Fu led his fellow apprentices to gather here.

As Su Jinyue's direct disciple.

Their treatment is not bad.

Which family on the same floor is not a well-known figure in the Qin Dynasty?

Of course, the identities of Xu Fu and others are different now. They have gotten rid of the controversial status of alchemists and have become direct disciples of the national master. Now they all have official positions.

Xu Fu had the highest status, the Imperial Master.

Listen, this official position is so noble.

The class has been raised by more than one level.

He must repay his master's kindness and strive to replace Xu Mofu and become his master's first disciple.

Xu Fu, who was obsessed with the position of the first disciple of the imperial teacher, racked his brains to think of how to make meritorious deeds.

He actually remembered it.

One after another, the Kongming lanterns rose up, and the exquisite lantern surfaces were dazzling to look at.

Xu Fu clapped his hands and a plan came to mind.

Find the descendants of martyrs and draw pictures.

Draw that old man!

The old man actually wanted to harm him.

See how he catches him!

The candlelight flickered, the voices were bustling, and in the midst of the hustle and bustle, someone was distracted. He tightly grasped a piece of broken jade in his hand, staring at the wine glass in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

In a box not far from Xu Fu, Fu Xiling Ji Ya sat in front of the Eight Immortals Table, lost in thought.

When his country was destroyed and he was at his wit's end, the other party appeared and helped him to join the Qin Dynasty and avoid death.

It was also with the other party's help that he gained Ying Zheng's trust and obtained the important position of Fu Xi Ling.

All the summons from the Qin Dynasty passed through his hands.

Even the imperial seal was kept and guarded by him.

He's gone!

Why did you come here with grace at this time?

Could it be that he wanted to return to the court because he saw that the Qin Dynasty was becoming increasingly prosperous?

hope so.

Jia Ya kept comforting herself.

I dare not even think of any other possibilities.

The relatives and friends around were drinking and having fun, and the sound of stringed instruments was everywhere.

Ji Ya felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body was cold, and if she was not careful, she would be doomed.

The Kongming lantern was still rising slowly, but it couldn't warm his eyes.

"That dragon lantern is the most beautiful!"

"No, I think the fairy lights are beautiful. They look like the Imperial Master."

Children on the street corner argued over the ranking of their Kongming lanterns.

Shishou, dressed as a young servant, walked quickly past and turned into the shadow at the end.

In the distance, there are thousands of lights and people are shouting.

He stopped and looked behind him.

The road is filled with fragrance from the BMW and carved carriages, the wind is whistling, the jade pot is shining, and fish and dragons are dancing all night.

The lights and the moon shine together, and tourists flock to see it. Such a splendid and prosperous scene has nothing to do with him.

Zhishou silently retracted the shoe surface that was illuminated by the light, shrank into the darkness, turned his back, and walked away quickly.

Master, can you see the lights of thousands of houses in the backyard?

Or maybe, stargazing again?

Master...

Disciple, I want to...

Zhishou closed his eyes, and after a moment, opened them again.

He returned to his original reserved and deep appearance.

No, he doesn't want to.