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

It was already dark, and the city of Xianyang was silent after the curfew.

Zhishou sat in the courtyard, sharpening the knife in his hand again and again.

The lanterns on the opposite corner of the street flickered, telling him that there was news and he needed to go and get it in person.

However, the sudden appearance of so many vendors during the day made it difficult for him to move.

The rustling sound never stops.

The blade was sharpened back and forth on the whetstone.

The cold moonlight stretched his figure to a slender figure, and the unmelted snow on the eaves reflected the moonlight, making the sweat on his forehead more obvious.

again and again.

The kitchen knife has been sharpened to a very sharp edge.

Zhishou stood up, walked to the master's door, knocked twice, and whispered, "Master, the messenger has returned. Disciple will go get the letter."

After a long time, a dry and hoarse voice came from inside the door, "You go now, be careful."

"Yes, Master."

Zhishou bowed fully to the inside through the door, turned around and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.

The path that I used to walk on was particularly wet and cold today.

It was just a few meters, but it felt like a lifetime.

Soon, Shishou arrived in front of the courtyard where the messenger was.

"Knock Knock-"

The knock on the door sounded very harsh in the quiet night.

The door creaked open.

Shishou took a deep breath and stepped inside.

"Don't move!" The black-armored guard immediately rushed forward with a knife.

The sharp blade flashed a cold light in the dim moonlight and instantly pressed against Zhishou's neck.

Zhishou held the sharp knife at his waist and glanced around. He saw shadowy figures of black-armored guards in the courtyard, all of them with agile figures and holding sharp blades.

"Sir, I'm out of lamp oil at home. I came to borrow some..."

No one answered, only the flash of the knife became more and more menacing.

Zhishou felt a sharp pain in his neck and a trickle of blood oozed out.

"Search!" The leading black-armored guard shouted, and two black-armored guards quickly stepped forward, twisted Zhishou's arms on the left and right, and took out a knife from his waist.

The black-armored guards looked at each other, then turned to look at Zhishou, scanning him up and down with cold eyes.

"take away!"

At a command, the black-armored guards used both hands to escort him out of the yard.

Shishou looked across the street corner worriedly, his mind racing with thoughts.

Suddenly, a light came on in the master's room.

Shishou smiled knowingly, his shoulders trembling, and he held his head high and said, "I'll go by myself."

With a "clang" sound, a knife handle hit his back.

"Behave yourself, keep your head down, and keep quiet!"

The cell was dark, damp, and filled with a foul smell.

Shishou was thrown in roughly and fell on the ground covered with dead grass.

He struggled to get up and looked around. The mottled walls were covered with moss, and there were a few broken bowls in the corners, empty inside, looking as bright as if they had been washed.

He gathered the dry grass together, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and thought, worried in his heart, wondering what would happen to the teacher tomorrow.

As the night grew deeper, the footsteps of patrolling black-armored guards could occasionally be heard outside the cell.

Time passed, and between sleep and wakefulness, a ray of dawn quietly penetrated through the gap of the prison window, and a new day arrived.

The black-armored guards who had been waiting outside the fish shop for a whole day had no results and finally lost their patience and rushed into the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, He Zhui had already finished washing up and was wearing a teacher's uniform and a scarf on his head. He stood with his hands behind his back, without any fear, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Come on, take me to see the King of Qin."

The leading black-armored guard looked the man up and down, feeling that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he was.

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing He Zhui, then sneered, "Oh, His Majesty is so busy with affairs of state, how can you just see him whenever you want?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand back and shouted, "Take it away!"

"Yes!"

Zhishou, who had been worried all night, soon met the teacher he had been thinking about.

The two men were locked in two opposing cells, one in front and one behind.

He rushed to the cell door, grabbed the bars, and asked loudly, "Master, are you okay? Did they use any force on you?"

He Zhui shook his head at him, and walked into the cell in silence amid the shoving of the black-armored guards.

As the sun grew higher, the snow on the road slowly melted.

In the magnificent reception room of the Imperial Master's Mansion, Su Jinyue's eyes moved from Xu Fu to the portrait in her hand.

"You said this person is the old man who gave you the alchemy book?" She pointed at the figure in the painting, with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

Xu Fu nodded affirmatively, his expression resentful, and his tone became increasingly cold and harsh.

"It was him, Master, it was this old thief who deceived my disciples! Master, you must print this picture in the monthly newspaper and let everyone in the world know about this man's evil deeds!"

Su Jinyue looked at the wrinkled face in the portrait in silence and said calmly, "No need to print it."

Xu Fu was stunned, a little anxious, and asked in confusion: "Master?"

Su Jinyue reached out to stop the other person, signaling him to calm down: "I have seen this person before, in Xianyang City."

"Where is he? I'll go get him right away!" Xu Fu stood up from his chair excitedly.

"Don't be impatient! Pay attention to your manners!"

Xu Fu immediately lowered his head and carefully straightened his robe.

Su Jinyue watched his movements and became more and more satisfied. Her own disciples were always obedient.

"Father is already aware of this matter, you just need to wait for news."

After tidying up his robes, Xu Fu regained his sage-like appearance and bowed to Su Jinyue, "Yes, Master, I will obey your orders."

After sending Xu Fu away, Su Jinyue immediately arranged for Lu Zhi to postpone today's meeting, and she climbed into the carriage and hurried back to the palace.

In the Qinzheng Hall, Ying Zheng, who had just finished attending court, had just eaten a basket of steaming hot dumplings to fill his stomach when he was interrupted by an urgent report from the Black Armor Guards.

"Oh? He wants to see me? Is there a reason?"

The black-armored guard shook his head, his tone revealing confusion. "No other words were spoken. The man is old, and they haven't been tortured yet."

When Ying Zheng heard this, his expression was unclear and he did not comment.

So many people wanted to see him, but how could he let them do so easily?

Just at this moment, Su Jinyue's clear voice rang out outside the hall.

"Father, that old man is hiding so deeply, he's actually a big fish!"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and waited quietly for Su Jinyue's arrival.

"Father, look, this is the portrait Xu Fu asked Lieyi to draw. The old man in it is clearly the old owner of the fish shop."

"Oh? Is it the old man who gave him the fake Dan Sutra?"

Ying Zheng asked in a relaxed tone, pointing to the table in the hall and asking Su Jinyue to sit down.

"My son, there is no rush. But after lunch, stay here with me."

The servants immediately took action and brought some new delicacies to Su Jinyue.

The eunuch Pushe bent his body slightly, walked lightly to Su Jinyue's side, took the scroll, and walked towards Ying Zheng who was sitting at the top.

"There's no rush for anything. If you miss your meal, you might get a stomachache."