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

"I won't drink anymore, I won't drink anymore. I won't drink anymore no matter what."

Su Jinyue swore to the sky again and broke off all ties with alcohol.

"Master, you are blocking the door. The servant wants to pass through."

"You pass, hehe..."

Su Jinyue moved a few steps forward to leave a passage for the servants, and turned around to see Su Ji with a forced smile.

"Mother."

Su Ji brought a bowl of pitch-black medicine and handed it to her, "Drink it."

Su Jinyue had a bitter face, took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

It's a mistake to drink!

At a tavern at the junction of Xiaxiang County, Sishui Commandery, and Lin County, a dusty soldier in black clothes was welcomed.

He pulled the reins, dismounted, and tied the horse to a pillar in the teahouse.

"Master Si, bring me a pot of good wine and two servings of roasted meat!"

"Okay, sir, wait a moment!"

Soon, the wine and food were served. The soldiers chewed the roasted meat in their mouths and secretly observed the other guests in the tavern.

"Jingle Bell……"

A bell rang out, and two ragged people, an old man and a young boy, drove a donkey cart to the tavern.

The youngest child among them held tightly onto the old man's clothes and looked at the people in the tavern with vigilant eyes.

"Grandpa, how long will it take us to get to my great uncle's house?"

The old man patted his grandson's head soothingly and said, "It's almost done. Let the old donkey rest before we go on."

It turned out to be a grandfather and grandson who were looking for their relatives. After hearing this, Nabuqu turned his head away and stopped paying attention to the two of them, and continued to drink and eat meat.

A quarter of an hour later, the soldiers finished their meal, paid the bill and left.

The grandfather and grandson, who were originally sitting on the side drinking tea, looked at each other, walked to the donkey cart with staggering steps, and left the place after the troops.

The loud sound of horse hooves startled the birds on the roadside, and they flapped their wings and flew high into the sky.

After rushing all the way, they finally arrived at their destination before the sun completely sank below the horizon.

"哐哐哐~"

There was a sudden knock on the door, which made everyone in the house nervous.

One of the soldiers, holding a sharp knife, leaned against the door and asked loudly, "Who is knocking at this late hour?"

"It's me, Xuan, open the door quickly."

Upon hearing this, the soldier hurriedly opened the door, walked out, and looked around to see if anyone was following him.

After checking that everything was correct, the two walked side by side into the yard and closed the door tightly.

Outside the gate, on a big tree not far from here, a man in black was lying quietly on the treetop. He took all of this in, and continued to remain quiet, observing his surroundings.

Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, Qu came out from inside the door twice to check for any unusual movements, but was avoided by the man in black both times.

They hid for an hour until it was completely dark, then the man in black carefully climbed down from the treetop and ran away.

In the courtyard, candles were burning in the study, and several people had been talking for a long time.

Huan Peng held the secret document handed to him by Xuan in his hand, his brows furrowed. "What does this mean? Why can't I understand it? The Black Bird, sent by Heaven, descended and gave birth to Ying Zheng. Does this mean that Ying Zheng is blessed by Heaven? No, no, there must be more to it than that."

He handed the secret document to Xiang Liang, who was sitting at the top, and turned to look at the other person.

Xiang Liang took the secret document, stroked the paper carefully with his fingers, and asked, "Are there any other clues?"

Buqu Xuan shook his head and sighed regretfully, "It was a rare opportunity to get this message out. Several spies were involved in this."

Hearing this, Xiang Liang stopped talking and instead kept reciting the poem, "The black bird of heaven's will descends to bring about victory. The latent dragon is unused, but when the time comes, the wind will rise. The mysteries of heaven are subtle, the eight trigrams evolve, the stars..."

"The black bird of destiny descended and gave birth to victory..."

"The tyrannical Qin Dynasty, after Shang Yang's reforms, gathered millions of soldiers, grew stronger, and annexed the six kingdoms..."

Xiang Liang and Huan Peng kept murmuring about the past, trying to find the truth in the development of history.

Xiang Yu, who was sitting beside him, couldn't understand the connection between these things. He said loudly in his still childish voice, "If you ask me, why didn't that Zhao thief die in the old Zhao? Otherwise, how could there be so many things later..."

Buqu Xuan responded in a low voice, "It was Lu Buwei all along. He was a businessman by nature, and in the end, he ended up drinking poison and committing suicide!"

"Lü Buwei?" Xiang Liang suddenly shouted, "Lü Buwei, Shang Yang? Wei State, yes, yes, the old Wei!"

His face flushed and he laughed excitedly.

"Hahaha, I get it. The Wei Kingdom must be the old Wei. Xuan, arrange two teams to rush to Puyang in Dongjun and Yewang County in Hanoi. Work hard in those two places. If you find any unusual movements, report them to us immediately."

The other people in the room had also figured out the trick and applauded.

One of the retainers, a man with white hair and a beard, stood up, stepped forward, bowed, and said, "General, please allow me to go there in person and make arrangements in advance for the day ahead."

"Okay! Thank you, Lord Song!"

There was constant laughter in the courtyard, and everyone was excited about having solved the mystery of the poem.

Thousands of miles away, in a farmhouse in Huaiyin County, Donghai Commandery, someone was also trying to solve this mystery.

The dim light illuminates the simple tables and chairs in the farmhouse.

With a "squeak", a young man in blue clothes holding hot soup walked into the house.

He carefully placed the hot soup on the table and gently advised the old man, "Master, drink some hot soup first, and think about it later."

The old man with shaggy hair put down the small roll of paper in his hand and asked, "Zhishou, are you sure there is no tail behind you?"

Zhishou nodded, his voice firm, "It's confirmed. That man shook off two waves of pursuers on the way. I also checked carefully and there are indeed no officers following him."

After hearing the reply, the old man finally felt relieved. He picked up the bowl of soup on the table and slowly brought it to his mouth.

He took a sip of the hot soup, feeling the lubricity of the tofu in his mouth, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Pack your bags and let's go to Hanoi County."

Zhishou was puzzled. "Master, why are you leaving right after arriving? And that little boy named Han, aren't we taking him with us?"

The old man shook his head, his voice like an old bell, "No, just let the Nanchang Pavilion Master take good care of him."

"Then..." Zhishou hesitated for a few seconds before continuing, "Should we return the military manual to him?"

No one answered, and the house fell into silence.

The old man slowly drank the hot soup in the bowl, picked up the cloth and carefully wiped the corners of his lips.

Then he put the cloth down and turned to look at the other person, "Here, leave it to that person. Let him read it and burn it. Don't reveal this matter during his lifetime or after his death."

Zhishou immediately became cautious and bowed, "Yes, disciple will arrange it right away."

After saying this, he picked up the empty bowl on the table and slowly walked out of the room, leaving the teacher alone.

He Zhui waited calmly for the other party to close the door, then picked up the small scroll of paper, read it again, and then held it up and placed it above the candlelight.

The flames suddenly exploded, and the scroll of paper was burned to ashes in the flames.

The old man's vicissitudes of life murmured again in the house.

"Old Guard..."

"In the Old Guard?"