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

After a busy morning, Ying Zheng urged his ministers to finish today's court meeting quickly. After rushing, he finally sat in the center of the meeting hall at noon.

The old father's love for his daughter disappeared the moment he saw the young man singing in the center of the venue.

Su Jinyue sat next to Ying Zheng, taking advantage of the table curtain to cover her, crossed her legs, and moved her toes in time with the music, looking very comfortable.

The people below could only see her expressionless face and thought that she was not very competitive and could just focus on preparing her own talents.

Only the good old daddy saw it all clearly.

Ying Zheng held his breath for a long time, but finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Decided!

When I get back, I’ll let my concubines sing for me!

Sing it all night long!

"The peach leaves are pointed, and the willow leaves cover the sky..."

The little song was still going on. The young man had a handsome appearance and a pale complexion that looked a bit sickly. He knew that his physical strength could not compare with others, so he prepared the song very carefully. He specially chose this new song that came from Yuehua Palace, hoping to please Su Jinyue.

As it turned out, his idea was indeed correct.

Su Jinyue was already screaming in her heart: Full marks! Full marks! Double it!

Dan was the one who was most adept at reading people's expressions. She carefully approached Su Jinyue and whispered, "Master, this man has four brothers, but he is the only one who has never been an official because of his weak body."

Su Jinyue nodded silently, feeling anxious.

What should she do? This is only the first one and she already feels that there are not enough places.

He turned sideways and looked at Good Daddy.

Dad, look at me, look at me!

Ying Zheng at the top was as steady as an old dragon and refused to turn his head.

"Ahem~" Su Jinyue was anxious. She coughed twice, lowered her voice, and called out softly, "Father, eh~Father..."

Ying Zheng had no choice but to turn his gaze to look at Su Jinyue.

Su Jinyue raised a sweet smile, stretched out her left hand, spread out her five fingers, turned it up and down, and finally blinked at Haoda Die.

"Hmm?" Ying Zheng frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Su Jinyue quickly retracted her hand.

After thinking about it, he still felt unwilling and silently made a six gesture.

Ying Zheng simply turned his head away, believing out of sight, out of mind.

Hey~

Bargaining failed...

How about a bargain?

Stingy dad...

Su Jinyue pouted, turned her head, and her face instantly returned to its original calm expression, as if the coquettish look just now had never appeared.

The talent continues.

Some people write with a brush and paint, and in a blink of an eye, a picture of mountains, rivers and streams appears.

Some people hum and sing softly, with poetic rhyme and rhythm, showing great talent.

There is everything including poetry, painting, stringed instruments and wind music.

Not only Su Jinyue, but even the arrogant Ying Zheng couldn't help but lean forward slightly, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

At this moment, steady and powerful footsteps were heard, and Wei Lin, dressed in black and armor, came on stage.

"Boom boom boom!" The sound of huge war drums rang out.

Wei Lin used both arms to beat the war drum with great force. Every beat seemed to strike at everyone's heartstrings. The tight rhythm and subtle melody made people feel refreshed, as if they were on a battlefield with swords and spears galloping across the battlefield.

"it is good!"

When the song ended, Su Jinyue couldn't help but applaud.

Ying Zheng also nodded slightly, with an expression of appreciation on his face.

Wei Lin put down the drumstick, saluted to the leader, and quietly stepped aside.

Good Dad saw that his third son's eyes lingered on Wei Lin for a long time, remembered it in his heart, and turned to look at the eunuch Pushe.

The eunuch Pushe immediately understood and stepped forward, quietly explaining the boy's origins: "Your Majesty, this boy is the nephew of the State Commandant and grew up in Hanzhong."

Ying Zheng nodded, waved the other party away, and continued to look at the field.

That kid Li Xian was actually there too, and his calligraphy was taught by Li Si himself.

The sixth son of the Feng family is also good. He knows how to adapt and his sword dance combines both hardness and softness.

As time passed, the clouds rose higher and the air gradually became warmer. The sunlight shone through the branches and onto the venue. A bright beam of light happened to hit Ji Yutian's profile in the center of the venue, making his already extraordinary eyebrows and eyes even more dazzling.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately looked down at Su Jinyue.

Sure enough, San'er's little hands were hidden under the table, tapping around excitedly. I guess San'er was screaming in his heart.

ah~

Ji Ya’s beauty trap indeed chose an extraordinary handsome man, so it’s no wonder that San’er couldn’t resist it.

However, Ying Zheng still turned his face away silently and no longer looked at the useless look of his third son.

Just keep it. With him around, I don't think they would dare to act rashly.

Soon, the selection came to an end, and the eunuch Pushe thoughtfully sent someone to deliver stacks of snacks for His Majesty and the others to fill their stomachs.

Su Jinyue picked up a dessert and made some marks on the list handed to her by Dazai Ling.

The number of places is limited, and it would be heartbreaking to give up anyone.

"My son, are you ready?"

A low voice sounded, and Ying Zheng asked Su Jinyue.

Su Jinyue handed over the list reluctantly.

Ying Zheng took the list from the servant's hand and slowly unfolded it. He saw that the list was full of marks and scribbles, which made people understand her dilemma at a glance.

"Heh..." He stifled a laugh and gave an order to Dazai below.

"Ji Yutian, Lin Moran, Li Xian, and Feng Shan, these four men are selected to serve as Imperial Preceptor's Palace Assistants."

He secretly glanced at San'er, whose face was full of regret.

Ying Zheng put down the roster, cleared his throat, and continued, "In addition, Wei Lin is appointed the Right Supervisor of the Imperial Preceptor's Office, and Cheng Yin the Left Supervisor. They will take up their posts with immediate effect."

"Eh?" Su Jinyue's eyes were like stars as she looked at her great dad with admiration.

Can this be done?

wow~

"Yes, I will follow the imperial order." The Prime Minister stood up and saluted, then turned and left, leaving Su Jinyue in the hall, flattering her father.

"Father is wise!"

"Father is clever!"

"Hahaha~"

Ying Zheng was amused and laughed out loud, shaking his head from time to time. His laughter became louder and louder, and the sound spread out of the hall. Even the guards outside the hall couldn't help but look sideways, and they all sighed with admiration for the favor of the national teacher.

Just at this moment, a eunuch came to report that the meal was ready, and the two of them returned to their usual calm demeanor.

The aroma of the food gradually filled the hall, and Su Jinyue ate it intermittently.

"My son, the north will be conquered soon. I am preparing to send troops south."

Su Jinyue thought for a moment and said, "Father, the Baiyue Mountains are densely forested. Our soldiers will easily suffer from acclimatization problems if they go there. Why don't we camp there for a while to acclimate ourselves to the climate before we go into battle?"

Ying Zheng frowned and looked at Su Jinyue: "Is it not possible to bring a doctor with you?"

Su Jinyue understood her father's anxious mood, but in history, the price paid by the Qin Dynasty to recover the Baiyue was too high, so she dared not be careless.

"They're full of poisonous snakes, insects, and ants. It's hard to guard against them. And once the fighting starts, they'll form an alliance. I think the leader of the alliance is called Yi Yusong? Even if he dies, there's still Jie Jun. He'll be very difficult to deal with..."