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

I feel sorry for the children who are still unaware of the longing for love.

The group of young men in the Imperial Master's Mansion were either standing or sitting in the autumn breeze, chatting leisurely.

"How about a barbecue tonight?"

Su Jinyue put down the can in her hand and blinked.

This kind of weather is perfect for barbecue. Light a bonfire, skewer some of your favorite dishes, and even warm up a few pots of hot wine.

It’s beautiful to think about.

"Okay, Master. I'll go down and make the arrangements right away."

Tan was the first to respond. She gently tucked Su Jinyue's cloak, then walked away briskly to find the cooks to make arrangements.

Soon, the backyard of the Imperial Master's Mansion became bustling with activity. Tan directed the cooks to bring in the grill and prepare all kinds of fresh ingredients.

The young men gathered around and came forward to help.

The autumn wind blows gently, and the leaves rustle.

Su Jinyue held a handful of lamb skewers in her hand and flipped them over the fire with concentration.

As the flames jumped, the skewers gradually turned golden and filled with fragrance.

The sizzling hot meat dripped from the skewers into the flames, and the flames suddenly shot up.

“Hahaha…it’s cooked!”

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and they shouted, asking Su Jinyue to leave a string for them.

At this time, Lü Zhi came to Su Jinyue with a plate of hot barbecued meat, "Sir, try my roasted pork belly slices."

"Okay, let's take turns eating."

"I'm coming too. Come and try what I bake!"

Laughter and joyful chatter echoed throughout the entire yard. Upon hearing the news, Xu Fu and others came out of their respective workshops and joined in the excitement.

The leaves of the old zhejie are as yellow as those of young trees, and the branches of cold cherry blossoms are as white as wild flowers.

The withered yellow leaves on the trees were slowly replaced by accumulated snow. Clusters of white snow piled up on the branches, just like thousands of pear blossoms blooming freely, but everyone had no time to play in the snow.

In the third winter that Su Jinyue came here, a particularly heavy snow fell without warning.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes fluttered down, and in a few days the entire earth was decorated with a white world, and the people were also brought into a world of ice and snow.

Ying Zheng was busy with disaster relief work in the court every day and was so exhausted that he did not show up in the harem for several days.

It was at this time that Su Jinyue realized that the snow houses used to ruin the heroines in the novel were simply not feasible for disaster relief.

Not all snow is suitable for building igloos. If the snow is not sticky or hard enough, the igloos that the victims have spent so much effort to build will collapse. Moreover, igloos are small and damp, which is not a suitable place to live for the victims who are weak in the cold.

Fortunately, the official roads throughout Daqin are now open, so relief supplies such as food, charcoal and wood can be transported to the disaster area more quickly and distributed to the affected people, which has also minimized the casualties of this snowstorm.

Far away on the southern border of Daqin, the humid and sultry air seemed to be frozen forever. In the distance, there were continuous mountains and miasma lingered in the valleys.

Fusu was wearing heavy armor and standing outside the tent, his brow furrowed, looking towards the north.

He had just received news of the snowstorm and was filled with worry and anxiety, but he was trapped in this remote land of Baiyue at the moment, shouldering the heavy responsibility of suppressing the rebellion and unable to escape. He could only focus on the present and recover Dong'ou and Minyue to the east of Baiyue as soon as possible.

Since the last attack in the valley, the army's march has been strangely calm, and it has never encountered similar harassment. There is no resistance in the land of Baiyue, and it is as quiet as death. This further confirms the information sent back by the Black Armor Guards.

The opponent pointed at Qin Dao, and had already succeeded in the last sneak attack.

In this regard, Fusu's ideas coincided with Ying Zheng's.

No matter how many samples he takes, it will be difficult for him to achieve great success.

The materials needed for iron smelting, such as iron ore, furnaces, and charcoal, are in short supply in the land of Baiyue. Even if they spend sleepless nights and energy researching a method of iron smelting, they will not be able to mass-produce it due to the shortage of materials.

At that time, his Great Qin Iron Cavalry had already replaced its entire army with new equipment.

What do they have to fear?

Fusu narrowed his eyes, a scornful arc appeared at the corner of his lips, and the shadow of Ying Zheng appeared more and more between his eyebrows.

"Report—" a sharp announcement sounded, and a messenger came running over and knelt on one knee. "General, we have reconnaissance thirty miles ahead and still no trace of the enemy."

Fusu nodded slightly, his eyes deep, thinking secretly in his heart.

"Hmph," Fusu sneered, "If you don't advance, you're retreating. Do you really think that if you just cower, the Great Qin will tolerate their repeated provocations?"

"Pass the order and summon the generals from all departments to discuss this matter!"

"Yes, I will obey your order!" The messenger came out with his fists clasped.

Fusu turned and walked into the tent. The lights inside were flickering. He walked to the hanging military map and looked at it quietly.

Soon, all the generals gathered around the sand table, pointing and talking at the mountains on it.

"It's no wonder our Emperor is a lucky star. Look at this sand table. The entire battlefield terrain is clearly visible."

Tu Sui's hand was thick and broad, but it held a slender branch. He pointed at a mountain on the sand table and shouted, "This is it! This tribe is the one who started this. If we want to fight, we should go around from the west, divide our forces into three groups, and surround them directly!"

Another younger general followed suit and shouted, "Isn't that a waste of talent? Give me 10,000 men, and I'll charge in unscrupulously!"

Fusu listened quietly to the arguments of the generals, his eyes slowly sweeping across the sand table.

The position in front of us is full of rolling mountains, dense jungles, and complex terrain. The tribes here are extremely scattered and cunning.

I advance and the enemy retreats, hiding in the mountains and forests, so slippery that one can't help but sigh: Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?

"Everyone," Fusu began, his voice steady and powerful, "the land of the Baiyue is treacherous and mountainous, and the barbarians are familiar with the terrain. We must not act rashly. General Tu's strategy of dividing the troops and encircling them will cut off their retreat; General Li's strategy of a night attack will also take them by surprise. We might as well combine the two."

Fusu then turned his head to look at Tu Sui beside him, "General Tu, although the enemy is silent, we must not let our guard down. I order you to mobilize the troops. In three days, split them into three groups and attack their stronghold. End the battle as soon as possible so that we can return to the areas affected by the snowstorm."

Tu Sui happily clasped his fists and accepted the order: "General, rest assured, I will do my best. However, the terrain here is complex and the forests are dense, so there may be ambushes."

"That's fine," Fusu said with a firm look. "Send more scouts and investigate carefully. We must proceed step by step and not give them any opportunity to exploit."

Three days later, the army set out again, the sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the dense forest. The soldiers wore alert expressions, their spears tightly gripped, their armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, frightening even the wild animals in the dense forest to the point of not daring to show their heads.

Fusu rode a vigorous black horse at the front of the column, and behind him stood a 300,000-strong army, their flags flying and their momentum as high as a rainbow.

Along the way, they passed several deserted small villages, with broken walls, overgrown grass, and a dead silence. Occasionally, they could see a few animal carcasses, which looked particularly desolate under the scorching sun.

It is said that it is the product of fighting between tribes many years ago. It is a wild and remote place with scarce resources. Once the fight starts, it is often a war that destroys the entire tribe.

Sadly.