The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

For the first time ever, the commotion at Yongning Palace started early today.

Ying Ji carried the still-sleepy boy into the carriage and handed over the palace documents and reports to Gan Luo, who had just returned and was about to become a beast of burden.

Then, amidst the weary gazes of the working class, he set off for Danyang Prefecture with a radiant expression.

I had wondered what it would be like if the two of us met.

But Ying Ji felt bewildered by the current situation.

Bai Changchuan was dressed in a close-fitting military uniform, his muscles hidden under the black fabric, his figure vaguely visible, enough to make anyone blush.

Especially since someone had tasted it quite a few times, seeing such a man made her swallow hard.

Bai Changchuan was quite satisfied with this, and acting like a host, he poured tea for Zhang Liang: "Young Master Liang is still young, and I've heard he's a bit frail. My father left behind a set of martial arts techniques to help you strengthen your body."

He then had it delivered to the Yuezhi.

Zhang Liang smiled faintly: "Brother Bai, you're too kind. My health has always been like this, thanks to my martial arts training. As a gift for our first meeting, I also have something to offer."

The Yuezhi carefully placed a wooden box on the table.

Bai Changchuan wanted to see what this little green tea was up to, so he opened it right in front of Ying Ji. It was a ceramic tea canister the size of a tea caddy. As soon as he opened it, a rich and refreshing fragrance wafted out.

Zhang Liang took out a small amount, spread out Ying Ji's palm, and gently rubbed it on the calluses on her hands. After a while, some dark stuff came out.

Yuezhi promptly brought a basin of clean water, and after washing her hands, she noticed that the blackness at her finger joints had disappeared, and a piece of the callus, where the most material had been used, had even fallen off. She didn't feel any pain, and her entire hand looked much smoother and more delicate in comparison.

Zhang Liang pressed his hand to his face and rubbed it slightly: "I made this because I thought the princess was working hard practicing swordsmanship. Now it seems that Brother Bai needs it more. I'll make another one for the princess later."

Ying Ji pinched her soft, bouncy cheeks before reluctantly pulling away.

Heaven knows how chilling Bai Changchuan's gaze was; she still didn't dare to go any further.

The moment Zhang Liang turned to the side, his expression became peaceful, as if the sharp look he had just given was an illusion.

Ying Ji remained silent, having consulted with her level-nine Zhen Huan fan, and decided it was not the right time to speak.

Didn't you see the two of them laughing and poking at each other's weak spots?

One person gave away a martial arts technique, claiming the person was weak, but instead gave them a fist technique. After mastering that fist technique, the person's physique changed.

One of them was delivering ointment, seemingly using Bai Changchuan's martial arts training as an excuse, but actually deliberately showing the intimacy between the two. Ignore the cold glint in his eyes.

Ying Ji pretended not to understand, feigning ignorance... It's rare to be ignorant in life.

Before leaving, he handed the decree to Bai Changchuan, and specifically instructed him: "Changchuan, be careful lately, watch out for poppies."

Bai Changchuan nodded and deliberately whispered in Ying Ji's ear, "I know, you scumbag."

Ying Ji's ears tingled; she had accidentally uttered the term "scumbag woman," but it had now become a source of playful banter between the two of them.

This is unbearable, truly unbearable. This man is so flamboyant; knowing that Ying Ji won't touch Zhang Liang, he always subtly flaunts his figure.

The occasional sexual tension made Ying Ji's eyes light up again and again; even the simplest daily actions were exuding hormones from every angle.

Ying Ji was seduced countless times, and before leaving, her hand was grabbed and pressed against her heart.

"Take care on the road. If you miss me, come and keep me company."

His deep, clear voice was as elegant and composed as a cello, yet the content of his words was full of color.

In particular, he deliberately made a wink before leaving, hoping to see someone's expression change, but Zhang Liang remained calm and composed, showing no emotion whatsoever.

On the contrary, it was this calm and composed demeanor that made people grit their teeth in anger.

Back in his room, looking at the imperial edict, he noticed that the time slot was empty. The man's angry expression immediately relaxed.

Feeling cheerful, I went to my room to choose a date.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was heavy and somber for the two who were heading to the Imperial Academy.

Zhang Liang was in a very bad mood, looking like a wilted, unwanted little cabbage. Ying Ji knew that he was doing this on purpose so that she could coax him.

She took the boy's slender hand and gently rubbed his palm from time to time.

He touched his lips to his: "Are you angry?"

Zhang Liang remained silent in a huff.

Ying Ji pressed her face against the boy's shoulder, leaning against him: "I'm sorry, Liang, I can't give you your exclusive affection. If you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an index finger appeared near his lips.

The boy's clear voice carried a hint of urgency: "I know, but I just couldn't help it. He was the one who provoked me first, and you wanted to say something about it, wanting to be fickle and make me make room for that old flame."

Ying Ji sat up abruptly: "How is that possible? I just wanted to say that if you can't accept it, I can't let you go either. You can only be tied to me."

Despite the extremely domineering words, Zhang Liang was somewhat pleased and poked the woman's slightly muscular belly with the hilt of his sword.

"Then why are you pretending to apologize?"

Ying Ji chuckled, removed the sword hilt, and pounced into his arms, cuddling and nuzzling him several times.

Finally, he was pushed away out of disgust.

The two started exuding the sweet and sour scent of romance again, sticking to each other.

Arrive at Taixueyuan.

Zhang Xue arrived early and even asked Master Mo for leave.

Upon seeing the familiar figure, he hurriedly led the people up the mountain.

Mr. Mo had no classes today and, with a touch of carefree leisure, was playing chess with an old man wearing a straw raincoat.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out they were playing Gomoku (Five in a Row).

Ying Ji couldn't help but chuckle, attracting two pairs of eyes.

Old Master Mo snorted coldly: "You watch the game without speaking, young lady, you don't seem to care."

Ying Ji raised an eyebrow and looked at the old man beside her: "Grandpa Mo, you really are something else. Before, when I asked you to play Go with me, you said it was an insult to the way of Go. Now you've taken the initiative to invite your Go friends. How dare you criticize me?"

Old Mo, looking embarrassed, glared at her and said, "Don't listen to this girl's nonsense. Come and meet him. This is Old Xu, an old friend of mine."

Ying Ji, accompanied by Zhang Liang, took the initiative to bow and said, "Greetings, Elder Xu. Ying Ji of Qin greets you."

Old Xu was dressed in rags and wore a straw raincoat. He had the typical demeanor of an ordinary commoner. In particular, his extremely clear and bright eyes stared at you, making it a little hard to keep up with his gaze.

Old Xu's voice was a little hoarse. He waved his hand casually, his dark and thin face full of smiles, and said in a thick local accent, "Good, good, good, I know you, you're a good kid."

Zhang Ping had already brought over two chairs, and Ying Ji and Zhang Liang sat down to talk.