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

I don’t know the month when I am young, so I call it a white jade plate.

Suspect Yaotai mirror again, flying in the blue clouds.

Su Jinyue wrote down this poem by Li Bai in the notebook she had just received.

The moonlight is like silk, silently guarding the noisy summer night.

Su Jinyue put down the charcoal pencil and looked up at the night sky.

She couldn't remember how many notebooks she had changed, but she only remembered that each one was filled with her messy notes. She also developed the habit of opening the notebook and writing a few words anytime and anywhere.

Food, toys, solar terms, or furniture, clothes, tall buildings...

He was working with a hoe in one hand and a hammer in the other, writing whatever he thought of.

Sometimes, even she herself couldn't understand what was written before.

Dan and the others, on the other hand, carefully kept every notebook she had written in a wooden box made of golden nanmu wood.

I heard from my great uncle that all of these would be compiled and copied into a book by her brothers themselves and passed down from generation to generation as a royal secret.

When she first heard it, Su Jinyue was very embarrassed and took notes very carefully for several days.

Later, unable to bear the boredom of practicing calligraphy, I gave up decisively and chose to continue to let myself go.

I don’t think her brothers would laugh at her.

Dare to laugh? Prick your finger! Hehehe...

Su Jinyue thought viciously. The mention of pricking his finger reminded him of old man Liu Ji.

A few days ago, my father attempted to assassinate the emperor, and this man made a big joke.

In a straw hut in the backyard of the Yangwu County government office, Liu Ji was lying on a haystack, wailing "Ouch, ouch", looking as if he had lost all desire to live.

When Bolingsha was attacked, he thought that the time for him to escape had come. He broke the chopsticks he had hidden and held them in his hand, then rolled around in the carriage and cried out in pain.

The black-armored guard who was guarding him outside the car was fooled and opened the door to check on his condition.

When the black-armored guard approached, he suddenly jumped up from the ground and stabbed the other's neck with the sharp wood.

Liu Ji recalled the situation at that time and felt that he was indeed smart and brave.

"Hey……"

With a long sigh, Liu Ji looked even more sorrowful.

Unfortunately, ideals are great, but reality is not satisfactory.

He jumped up from the ground.

But he was quickly kicked back to his original position by the black-armored guard.

Liu Ji clearly remembered the contemptuous look in Xiao Hei's eyes when he looked at him.

The look was as if he was looking at an old hen flapping its wings randomly.

"Hey……"

Liu Ji touched his butt and sighed again.

The most hateful thing is that Xiao Hei, he actually complained!

As a result, he was beaten with another thirty lashes, and he still owed twenty lashes, which he would receive in three days.

Poor him, he lost his good soft couch and was thrown into a straw hut. He couldn't eat or sleep well, and his life fell into a slump.

However, there are some advantages to being here, as you can hear the voices of the servants coming and going.

I heard that the King of Qin was assassinated and fell into a coma.

If he died, would he be free?

The same goes for the assassin. Why doesn't he attack the emperor as well? Wouldn't that way he would have a better chance of escaping?

"Hey Hey……"

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and Liu Ji couldn't help but let out an obscene laugh.

Xiao Hei, who was outside the straw hut, rolled his eyes speechlessly when he heard his voice.

The man inside was daydreaming again.

Crazy.

Time passes, days and nights go by.

In a blink of an eye, Ying Zheng had been pretending to be sick for a month.

During this period, the Black Armor Guards uncovered a secret channel that was leaking information to the outside world, and the counties suppressed a small group of rebels.

The most surprising thing was that Meng Tian discovered a wave of deeply hidden rebel forces in the Jiuyuan Army.

In the summer at the frontier, the sky is high and the air is fresh, and the grass is green.

Meng Tian stood on the newly built military fortress watchtower, looking at the herds of cattle and sheep in the distance, and the farmers busy in the fields. His mood, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally eased.

In just over a month, this land will usher in its first harvest.

Farmers who moved westward will also have more confidence in the future.

By then, it will surely attract more people to move here, and we will be one step closer to the goal set by Your Majesty of becoming the granary of the north.

The sky is blue, the grassland is vast, and the green waves stretch to the horizon.

Meng Tian stood tall on the high watchtower, vowing to dig out all the rebels among the army.

Bring peace back to the army.

As the breeze blows, the layers of green grass undulate like waves, making a rustling sound and sending birds into the blue sky.

On the outskirts of Yangwu County, a brand new sacrificial altar looks particularly solemn under the sunlight.

Next to the altar, the county magistrate Jin Wentai was frowning and carefully examining everything around the altar, including the flowers, plants, and trees.

Jin Wentai has a thin figure, a serious face, and a pair of eyes that show shrewdness and caution.

He paced back and forth around the altar, examining every detail with sharp eyes.

When he looked at a thick locust tree on the right side of the altar, his steps suddenly stopped.

"This tree is in the way. Move it to the north." Jin Wentai gave the order coldly. His voice was not loud, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

The yamen runners nearby immediately took action. They took tools and began to dig out the roots of the tree with great effort, preparing to move the tree away.

Then, Jin Wentai looked at the awning that was being prepared to be built on the altar.

The servants were carrying brand new cloth, preparing to put it on the tent. The cloth was quite gorgeous and sparkled in the sunlight.

Jin Wentai's expression instantly darkened, and he shouted angrily, "No more awnings! The Emperor said to keep things simple and avoid extravagance!"

The engineer in charge of building the awning looked embarrassed when he heard this. The fabric was donated by a local wealthy businessman named Zhou. In order to have his own fabric appear on the altar, the old man Zhou gave him a lot of things.

Despite this, the engineer had no choice but to start the demolition under the watchful eyes of Jin Wentai.

After a while, the originally gorgeous awning was torn to pieces, and the altar returned to its simple appearance.

At this time, someone came over carrying several large pots of gorgeous flowers, ready to place them on the altar as decoration.

When Jin Wentai saw this, he immediately waved his hand and said, "Why do you need flowers? Take them away!"

The person who sent the flowers was a little puzzled and stammered, "Sir, these flowers are to express respect for the Emperor. They were not spent, they were donated by the people..."

Jin Wentai interrupted him impatiently: "The Emperor advocates simplicity, so these red tapes can be dispensed with."

The person who delivered the flowers had no choice but to carry them away.

At this moment, a young man who looked like a scholar came hurriedly. His name was Lin Yu, and the flowers were donated by his family.

Seeing that Jin Wentai was so drastic and had pushed away all the arrangements on the altar, Lin Yu couldn't help but stepped forward to block Jin Wentai.

He bowed to Jin Wentai with a disciple's courtesy, and with a somewhat worried look on his face, he softly advised, "Sir, sacrifice is a serious matter. Isn't it a loss of solemnity to simplify it like this?"