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

"Sister, sister, what happened next? Was Dazhuang rescued?"

Su Jinyue took the peeled orange that Thirteen handed over to her and said, "How would I know? I haven't written it yet."

Xiao Shisan didn't believe it. It was obvious that his father sent the palace servants to take away a thick stack of manuscripts. He didn't believe that there was only the beginning of the article.

"Sister, good sister, just tell your brother."

Su Jinyue felt a little soft-hearted and was about to instruct her brother to massage his legs one last time. When she was about to say what to do next, a delicate cry came from behind her.

"You are so good, Su Jinyue, you actually tortured Thirteenth Brother like this! The sisters all saw it!"

She turned her head and looked back. Wow, the glittering golden headdress almost blinded her eyes. When she took a closer look, she found that it was the jewelry she designed.

"What's the matter with you, Zhao Wenyu?"

"You!" The fourth princess pointed at Su Jinyue and was about to explode, but was held back by several princesses who were following her.

The youngest of them was a six-year-old girl who was very smart. She walked up to Su Jinyue with curiosity and asked, "Third sister, where did that little grass get taken? Can you tell Yang Zi?"

Yang Zi? Who? Ying Yin Man?

Thinking of this, Su Jinyue opened her eyes wide in fear and stared at the child in front of her.

Poor child, you died so tragically. Don’t be afraid, I will love you in this life.

She put her arms around Yang Zi and coaxed him in a low voice, "Little sweetheart, let me feed you oranges. Do you want to know about Xiaocao? I'll tell you in private later."

Upon hearing this, Thirteen quickly moved behind Yang Zi and decided that he would stay with Yang Zi today and would stay by her side to take care of his younger sister.

When the fourth princess heard this, she said fiercely, "There are things you cannot say here, and you are being timid and acting like a little girl. The sisters must listen to you too."

The other princesses who had followed pleaded softly, "Yes, Third Sister, please tell the younger sisters too. They are anxiously waiting for the New Moon Report."

Lady. King of News. Dan quietly walked behind Su Jinyue and quickly reminded her in a low voice: "Sixth Princess, Seventh Princess, Ninth Princess."

Su Jinyue wanted to hold on for a while, but Yang Zi twisted her body in her arms and kept acting coquettishly: "Good sister, tell me, tell me, Yang Zi wants to listen, and the sisters want to listen too."

Su Jinyue was defeated instantly.

"Well, I'm telling you, you're not allowed to tell anyone about this. Father has issued a gag order."

"Okay, thank you, Third Sister. You are so kind."

Hearing this, Su Jinyue waved her hand and said, "Go, bring all my snacks here and share them with my sweet and soft sisters."

There was another round of cheers, and Su Jinyue felt elated and lost in the soft and sticky "good sister".

They are not the only ones who are tormented by the unknown aftermath of the story.

At this time, novelists were still collecting stories from the streets, compiling them and presenting them to the emperor so that he could understand the people's sentiments.

Her opening, which is slightly vague and then introduces a story about an unknown species, can be said to have opened people's imaginations and severely shocked the people who have not experienced the bombardment of novels.

With red wheels rumbling, a team of peculiarly shaped carriages slowly moved forward on the official road.

From time to time, people's whispers could be heard in the car.

"I guess Da Zhuang must have been rescued by someone. Otherwise, why not just say he's dead? Why leave it in suspense?"

"I think so too, but I don't know who wrote this storybook. Do you think Uncle Cai Yan knows?"

"Master Uncle must know. He is in charge of printing this monthly report. He must have known the follow-up in advance. So, we will know it when we arrive in Xianyang."

A young man wearing a black crown shook his head and sighed, "Yeah, it's a pity that this carriage hasn't been modified yet, otherwise it would be even faster."

Mo Zhi came back to his senses from the bamboo slips, looked at the young man in the black cap, and said seriously, "Brother, you have done very well. Everything you learned from the book has been applied to this car. It can be said to be the best car in the world."

The boy felt a little shy after being praised, and scratched his head. "No, Junior Brother, wait until you finish reading this book, and then we can reform together."

"Okay." The two smiled at each other and continued chatting.

In the carriage at the front of the convoy, the Mohist leader and two other Mohist elders were also discussing the monthly report, but they were talking about other pages.

The old man with white hair took the monthly report in his hand, examined it carefully, and could not help but exclaim, "The design of this thing alone is worth studying. Every page is full of content, but it doesn't take up much space. It's wonderful."

Another person agreed, "Indeed, it's much more convenient than bamboo slips. If you ask me, this paper is the best. Paired with brush and ink, this small volume is worth a cartload of bamboo slips."

The man who had spoken earlier took over the conversation, "Exactly. This is also the reason why the King of Qin dared to open a library. However, this move has stirred up a hornet's nest among those nobles. It is said that someone has already spread the word that no one is allowed to donate books."

The leader among the three men raised his eyes suddenly when he heard this. "Short-sighted man, universal love is the true path. For this reason alone, the King of Qin is worthy of our allegiance."

The white-haired old man nodded in agreement, "Exactly. Those who try to stop a chariot with a mantis arm will not last long."

The great master said, "Let's see how the King of Qin responds. If necessary, we can lend him a helping hand."

The other two nodded, their eyes moving as they thought about the current situation in Xianyang City and whether there were new and interesting things everywhere.

Xianyang City?

In Xianyang City, of course, there is a scene of bustling activity now.

All kinds of gossip were flying around in the market.

A large man, eight feet tall, put one leg on a chair, his hand on his knee, and slammed the table. "I'm telling you, this is the most accurate version. Da Zhuang died and couldn't be saved. Xiao Cao remarried to Wang Ergou from their village."

"Whoa!" As soon as he said this, he was booed by the spectators in the store.

From the corner of the shop, a young boy walked out. He was only about 28 years old, with red lips and a smart mouth. "All your guesses are wrong. Let me tell you, my cousin works in the palace. She said that while Dazhuang was saved, Xiaocao was tortured to death by those barbarians. She was three months pregnant when she died."

"What? Impossible! How could Xiaocao die? She was so gentle and kind. I don't believe it. I don't accept it."

The young boy didn't argue, but simply boasted loudly, "My cousin serves in the Princess' Palace. I heard her say that the princesses in the palace all like to go to the Third Princess for free food and drinks. No, ahem, they like to play with the Third Princess. My version is the most authentic."

Most of the people had already believed it, and the others did not refute what the young man said because it was so convincing. They just hoped that the New Monthly News would come out and slap him in the face.

After hearing about this, Su Jinyue looked at her sister who was sitting in front of the table with her head lowered, with a reproachful look in her eyes.

The Sixth Princess quietly kicked Xiao Shi under the table.

Yang Zi immediately stood up, walked to Su Jinyue, leaned against her, and said softly, "Third sister, you smell so good. Yang Zi really likes to cuddle with you. Good sister, what's the filling of that bun? Is it better than the previous one?"

Su Jinyue grabbed a piece of bun and fed it to her in a bad mood, "Little smart guy, you are the best."

"No, I'm best friends with my third sister."

"I'm also good with my third sister, and only good with my third sister."

Su Jinyue, who was surrounded by a group of beautiful girls, tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth, cough cough, and wait for a while.