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

The small valley was bustling for three days before Su Jinyue and the others returned to the county magistrate's mansion at Ying Zheng's urging to have a good rest for a few days.

Fruits, seafood, all kinds of delicious food can be made as much as you want, and Su Ji feeds Su Jinyue in different ways every day.

"My son, this fish is delicious, please eat some more..."

"Look what delicious food Mom made for you?"

Su Jinyue became visibly plumper, which made Su Ji even more active. Every day, besides watching Su Jinyue take medicine, she was busy in the kitchen. The young lady from aristocratic family even started to cook by herself.

Every time it’s mealtime, Su Jinyue’s place becomes extremely lively.

Brothers and sisters often come together to see Su Jinyue, but Xiao Shisan appears less often.

He is now following Fusu and learning how to handle government affairs.

My sister has devoted all her energy to the Qin Dynasty, so he must grow up as soon as possible to protect his sister from the wind and rain.

Flying egrets in the desert paddy fields, yin-yin summer woods and oriole.

When the parade set off again, it was already midsummer. The sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground brought a breeze into the carriages, bringing a touch of coolness to everyone in the parade and taking away the heat in their hearts.

With a "swish", the folding fan opened and covered the face of the young man in blue sitting on the rocking chair.

Ziying stretched out his long legs, pushed the ground slightly, and the rocking chair began to swing slowly.

Even in midsummer, the temperature in the valley is not that hot. The chirping of insects coming from the mountains, along with the gentle breeze, makes people drowsy.

The light breathing gradually became heavier.

Ziying slowly fell into a dream.

"Master, master..."

The voice of the third brother sounded in his ears, and Ziying hummed softly, the paper fan still covering his face and not being taken off.

Seeing that he was awake, the third brother covered Ziying with the cloak in his hand and kept reporting the latest situation in the village: "A new group of people came to the village, and they are said to be from the north."

"North?" Ziying repeated, his voice still hoarse from waking up, his eyes behind the folding fan still closed. "Old Swallow?"

"Yes." The third brother nodded, but thinking that the master couldn't see it, he stopped thinking, reached out to the table next to the rocking chair, replaced the cold tea in the teacup, poured a cup of warm tea, and placed it next to Ziying's hand.

"Earlier, the West Street of Xianyang City was awash in blood. I remember that among the rebels killed at that time, there were some remnants of the old Yan family. Their new head of the family was as timid as a mouse and had long since retreated into hiding, not daring to even think of rebelling. What's going on? Could that person be hiding so well?"

Having said this, Ziying suddenly put away the folding fan on his face and opened his eyes suddenly.

A sharp chill shot out from his narrow eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he snorted coldly.

"Master, calm down." The third brother hurriedly handed over the warm tea and explained in a low voice, "I heard that the man is a descendant of the Yan clan, the Ji clan, who stayed in the old Yan clan. He was deliberately planted by the late Yan clan master to disobey the orders of the new clan master."

"Oh?"

Ziying took the teacup and drank it slowly. After drinking a cup of warm tea, the hoarseness in his throat eased and his thoughts became clearer.

"Does that man have soldiers?"

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became solemn.

The third brother pursed his lips, his expression becoming extremely cautious. He moved the stool next to him and sat down next to Ziying. He looked around vigilantly and said in a very low voice, "Yes."

After a pause, he continued, "Last night at midnight, they quietly arrived at the Zhao family's courtyard. The two families were testing each other, each claiming to have soldiers. And..."

He tilted his head and looked at Ziying, feeling extremely heavy-hearted.

"According to that person, there are also their people in the Shangjun Army."

Upon hearing this, Ziying's heart suddenly tightened.

Is there anyone in the army?

This is of a different nature...

After a long while, Ziying came back to his senses from his deep thoughts and whispered an order: "Hurry up and send this letter. Also, get ready. It's time to meet those people."

My home is surrounded by mist and setting sun, and is unrelated to worldly affairs.

Standing up again, Ziying turned back into the leisurely village teacher, walking slowly through the village, attracting the attention of everyone behind the door.

"It's nothing more than that..."

In the straw hut, a man speaking the old Yan dialect looked at Ziying's figure in the distance and muttered to himself.

Behind him sat several men of varying ages. Among them was an elderly man with gray hair, sitting upright. He seemed to be the leader. The old man softly scolded, "Silence."

The man who was mumbling in front immediately sat back in his original place and said no more.

"No matter what he is, the fact that he has been named the new emperor proves that he must be extraordinary."

The old man unfolded the letter and wrote something very quickly, "We just need to push them forward, we can attack when we advance and defend when we retreat, and then we can just sit back and wait to replace them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the letter was finished. The old man carefully sealed the envelope and handed it to the strong man behind him, "Send it back to the north, and make sure it's quick."

"promise!"

The messenger received the order and hurried out.

At the same time, several secret letters were sent from this small mountain area to all directions.

On the official road outside Yewang County, the teahouse owner quietly watched the galloping horses before her, pouring tea without stopping, and whispered to herself, "These days, it's really getting more and more lively~"

"Oh? But what's the explanation?"

In the teahouse, a young man dressed in green, wearing straw sandals and a big bamboo hat on his head asked the owner of the teahouse curiously.

The shopkeeper's wife put away the large teapot and casually replied, "Ever since this official road was built, more and more people have been passing by. Look, today, in just a short while, four or five young men on tall horses have passed by..."

Hearing this, the young man smiled and nodded, "Then the store's business will definitely become more and more prosperous."

The shop owner laughed, "Haha, thanks for your good wishes. If you need more hot water, just call me..."

"Okay, sister-in-law will go and do her work."

After saying that, the young man frowned, picked up the tea bowl, and blew it gently. In the blink of an eye, he had carefully observed the teahouse.

The teahouse was not big, with only an earthen house and a kitchen. In front of the kitchen, there were four small tables in a thatched shed, and he was the only customer sitting there.

"You lazy fellow, why don't you chop some more firewood for the fire? Do you want me to do it?"

"Ouch, that hurts! I'll go right away, don't twist my ear..."

Duan Yuan drank tea and listened to the noisy noises coming from the kitchen from the shop owner couple, and felt a little relieved.

There should be no problem with this teahouse.

Where are the Black Armor Guards hiding?

Could it be in that mountain?

Or are there spies from the Qin army among the Zhao troops?

After drinking a pot of tea and eating some bread, Duan Yuan still had no idea.

"Store, check out."

"Hey, sir, three coins, please take care..."