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

Time flies when you are having fun. Su Jinyue was in a great mood after a day of fun.

Ying Zheng's life in the palace was not peaceful.

He first ordered the execution of Zhao Gao's family, and then received news that He Zhui was critically ill.

"Your Majesty, the man has been unconscious since yesterday, his jaws clenched and he won't eat or drink. The imperial physician examined him and said he is at the end of his rope and no medicine can cure him."

The black-armored guard stood in the center of the hall, reporting He Zhui's situation in detail.

As Ying Zheng listened to the other person's voice, his thoughts drifted further and further away, and many childhood scenes flashed before his eyes.

Scenes flashed through his memory, finally settling on the arrow that the other party blocked for him on the way back to Qin.

Even now, he could still remember the tail of the arrow, with its long feathers, crumpled up in blood.

The sun slowly sets, and the setting sun is blood-red, just like that day.

Ying Zheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally stood up slowly and walked out of the hall with heavy steps.

The depths of the Xianyang Imperial Palace have always been an extremely quiet place.

Now, the empty palace is filled with exquisite furnishings. The carved doors and windows cast intricate and slightly eerie shadows in the afterglow, as if silently telling stories buried by time.

Inside the main hall, Zhishou sat in front of the large mahogany carved bed with a worried look on his face, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the teacher lying on the bed.

He Zhui's face was pale as he lay there quietly. His former wisdom was now replaced by a sickly demeanor.

His lips were tightly closed, his breathing was weak, and the rise and fall of his chest was barely perceptible, as if a gust of wind could blow away the remaining life.

When Ying Zheng arrived, Xia Wuqi was walking out of the hall shaking his head.

The two men met face to face. Xia Wuqie bowed and said, "Your Majesty, this old minister is incompetent."

Ying Zheng raised his right hand to stop the other party.

I stood at the door, quietly watching the scene inside the house, with many complex emotions flashing through my eyes, including nostalgia, resentment, helplessness and confusion.

All the emotions finally turned into a sigh.

Without stopping, he walked forward, went straight to the bed, and faced He Zhui.

As if realizing something, He Zhui, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no more brilliance in his cloudy eyes.

Zhishou hurried forward, helped Hezhui up, and fed him some warm ginseng soup.

After drinking a few spoonfuls of ginseng soup, his dry throat was relieved. He Zhui shook his head slightly, refused Zhishou's feeding, and turned to look at Ying Zheng.

"Brother Zheng, is what she said true?"

Ying Zheng nodded, "Absolutely true."

He Zhui did not ask any more questions. He knew Ying Zheng, and since he said so, it proved that he had verified it.

Thinking about the many new things that had appeared in Daqin over the past year, He Zhui smiled knowingly.

It's him.

After a lifetime of running around, he had long lost his original intention in the day-to-day planning.

He looked at Zhishou beside the bed, then turned to look at Ying Zheng. His face was full of fatigue, and his words also showed weakness.

"In my life, I have no children, only you two disciples, ahem~"

He coughed a few times uncomfortably, spoke of Zhishou's strength, and sat up a little.

"I'm not worried about you, but Zhishou. He has no ambitions. Just let him live and return to the countryside."

"Master..." Upon hearing this, Zhishou's eyes turned red and he lowered his head to hide his tears.

He had been strong-willed and arrogant all his life, but in the end, he bowed his head for the sake of his disciple.

He Zhui kept looking at Ying Zheng until he nodded. Then he smiled with relief, his body suddenly softened, and he fell onto the bed.

He struggled to open his eyes and looked at the ceiling, but there was no anxiety in his eyes.

"Thirty-five million..."

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed Ying Zheng fiercely.

"Brother Zheng, kill them all! Kill them all to prevent future troubles!"

After saying this, without waiting for Ying Zheng to answer, he lost strength again and fell onto the bed, his eyes wide open.

"I was wrong! I was wrong—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Shishou fell to his knees with a plop, rushing forward in panic, "Master, Master."

He Zhui was no longer breathing.

"Master!"

Zhishou wailed, his voice echoing in the silent palace, carrying endless sorrow and grief.

Ying Zheng also raised his head, closed his eyes, and sighed silently.

The setting sun in the sky completely sank into the ground. Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes. A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, and a muffled thunder came from the horizon.

Ying Zheng's heart was pounding, and he no longer cared about the complicated emotions in his heart, and ran quickly towards Yuehua Palace.

Fortunately, Su Jinyue was fine.

She raised the lamb skewers in her hand and waved them at the good old man standing at the door of Yuehua Palace.

"Father, come quickly, the lamb skewers are freshly grilled!"

Ying Zheng looked at Su Jinyue sitting beside the blazing bonfire and smiled broadly.

"Okay, leave me a few more strings and get some good wine!"

"Then prepare some side dishes and grill a fish!"

A delicious meal comforted Ying Zheng's slightly cold heart.

Lu Buwei, his biological mother, and the teacher he always trusted.

They all betrayed him.

The Master was so strong-willed that he could even bow his head for his ideal before his death.

Then why can't we change it for him?

Why is it that when she comes to him, she can be so cruel as to poison him?

The more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt, and he couldn't help but raise his head and drink a glass of strong liquor.

Su Jinyue watched helplessly as her father, who had been smiling brightly when he entered the hall, became increasingly abnormal, and now even drank alone.

She was anxious and her head was spinning, trying to think of ways to liven up the atmosphere.

Su Jinyue's eyes kept wandering around the barbecue in front of her. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind and she came up with an idea.

"Father! Do you know about vegetable greenhouses?"

"Hmm? What is that?" Ying Zheng was indeed interested.

Su Jinyue felt relieved after hearing this and successfully changed the subject.

"A vegetable greenhouse is a house built with heat-insulating materials that have good light transmittance, specifically for growing vegetables in winter."

She tried hard to recall the popular science videos she had watched before, ready to talk about them in detail, but unfortunately, she could not remember any details.

"Ouch, my brain!"

Su Jinyue knocked her head in frustration. The more anxious she became, the emptier her mind became.

His mischievous look somehow managed to amuse Ying Zheng.

"Hahaha, my son, don't worry, think about it slowly. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it, just let Mr. Xu and the others from the farming family study it."

Ying Zheng laughed heartily and handed the skewers of meat he had just grilled to Su Jinyue, constantly comforting her, "What's the big deal? You already remember a lot of things. You don't have to know everything."

Su Jinyue took the skewers absentmindedly, "That's not right. I've clearly watched the very detailed video. I even helped grandma build a rack in my hometown before. How could I not remember it..."

"Hiss...hot!"

"Hurry up and drink some water. Don't be distracted while eating..."

As the night deepened, the bonfire crackled and sparks leaped happily into the night sky.

It was just a small episode that was quickly forgotten by everyone.

The next day, the farmer really sent someone to ask Su Jinyue about Dapeng's thoughts. Su Jinyue briefly explained some principles, then put the matter aside and stopped asking.