The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

The previous chapter has been revised and three thousand words have been added. Those who are interested can take a look.

Tuanzi took out the mission booklet and found that her brother Zheng couldn't see it, so she had to repeat it herself.

[Destroy the Xiongnu: To be completed]

[Conquering Wu and Yue: To be completed]

[Cultivation of superior rice varieties: To be completed]

[Accelerating the nationwide implementation of the imperial examination system: 0% complete]

[Improving the Four Treasures of the Study: 12% complete]

[Improving the healthcare system: 14% complete]

[Educating Qin Er Shi to prevent the dynasty from collapsing: 0% complete]

[Unifying and compiling books nationwide: 2% complete]

Ying Zheng listened and casually jotted it down: "These are not difficult, but what are the Four Treasures of the Study? What is the imperial examination system? What are the requirements of the medical system? Qin only lasted two generations? Was Fusu really that incompetent?"

The little dumpling wrinkled its little face and said, "I really can't tell you this, but the host can tell you."

Ying Zheng didn't care. The elixir of eternal youth was already highly sought after. Tomorrow at court, without saying much, he could solidify Ying Ji's status as the national advisor.

As for the plan I have, it needs some improvement before it can be implemented directly.

Ying Ji slept until dark. When she woke up, she saw a familiar handsome man reviewing memorials. She rubbed her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

"Why aren't you awake yet? It's like a dream within a dream."

He turned over and went back to sleep.

A sudden, deep voice rang out: "Grand Preceptor, you should stop sleeping and come with me to look at the memorials."

Ying Ji jolted awake, her eyes widening in shock. She looked him up and down for a long time, then pinched her face hard with both hands: "Hiss, is this a human skin mask? Or what?"

Ying Zheng frowned, using considerable force, and slapped away the hands that were still misbehaving: "Insubordination."

Ying Ji smiled, her eyes crinkling: "I still find A-Zheng more pleasing to the eye this way; it makes me feel much better."

Ying Zheng sighed helplessly, realizing that the woman hadn't paid any attention to his anger earlier, but instead seemed to be looking at something amusing. Her curious gaze made him chuckle: "This elixir of eternal youth, the Imperial Preceptor hasn't taken it before?"

Ying Ji suddenly realized: "The beauty pill has this effect? ​​Why didn't this little dumpling mention it?"

He took the porcelain bottle out of his pocket, swallowed it in one gulp, and felt nothing afterward.

Ying Ji excitedly looked in the mirror and found that she had indeed become much more beautiful. Her face shape had changed, and her skin had become firm and smooth, just like the highlights of her youth.

Admiring herself in the mirror, Ying Ji couldn't help but touch her smooth and delicate face: "Oh my, this skin feels exactly the same as when I was a teenager. I'm so naturally beautiful, so pretty."

Ying Zheng coughed lightly: "Grand Preceptor, tomorrow at the morning court, I will appoint you as the Grand Preceptor of Qin. Do you have any objections?"

Ying Ji was feeling quite pleased with herself when she heard Ying Zheng's arrangement. She nodded immediately and said, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say. I'll do anything you say. ( ′???` ) Sending love."

Ying Zheng looked at the heart shape the woman had made with her thumb and forefinger, puzzled but able to roughly understand its meaning.

Her earlobes flushed slightly: "My elder sister is really too playful. Her open expression of affection is truly embarrassing."

Zhangtai Hall

The appearance of the young and handsome Ying Zheng was enough to shock the officials below into gasping in astonishment.

"Is this the First Emperor??? Why is he so young? Is there really an elixir of immortality in this world?"

"The First Emperor's achievements surpassed those of the Three Sovereigns. It is a blessing for the Qin Dynasty to obtain this elixir."

"I wonder if you could bestow upon me even one of these elixirs? That would be wonderful."

"What about the immortal who flew down from Mount Tai? Could it really be true?"

"That's roughly right. In less than three days, the First Emperor had already turned 20. Although he looked much younger, his majesty remained."

"It seems that I am ignorant. This nine-tailed auspicious beast that can speak human language, and the immortal who descended from the sky, must be the destiny of our Great Qin."

"Our Great Qin naturally blesses all things, and the presence of immortals here is irrefutable proof. Look at those pedantic scholars, what else do they dare to say?"

With a single glance from Ying Zheng, all the civil and military officials fell silent as chickens.

Zhao Gao announced: "The Grand Preceptor of Qin is here to receive his title."

Ying Ji changed out of her black robe and chose a flowing, ethereal moon-white robe today, somewhat similar to Bai Qian's white dress.

A white fox with nine tails was perched on his shoulder.

Her entrance was also dazzling. Ying Ji had prepared gold powder in advance, the kind that costs five cents a bag in real life. Amidst the dazzling light, she slowly walked into the front of the palace.

Without kneeling or bowing, but merely bowing slightly, Ying Zheng immediately instructed the Grand Preceptor to accept the title and take a seat.

Ying Ji pretended to be happy, putting on the airs of a hermit, coldly looking at the civil and military officials, and after searching around, found a little guy at the end of the line.

Bai Changchuan is now only a subordinate general. Because he has not been on the battlefield many times, although he has won many battles, there have been no battles since then, which has resulted in his low rank.

He was also one level below the rising star Meng Tian.

Now standing at the back of the main hall, he didn't need to get involved in too much politics, until a faint gaze kept scrutinizing him, and he couldn't help but frown, trying to find out whose gaze it was.

Caught off guard, Bai Changchuan's clear eyes met the woman's white dress and aloof demeanor. His heart skipped a beat, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

He lowered his head in a panic, staring intently at his toes, unable to meet their gaze.

Seeing Bai Changchuan looking down at the ants, Ying Ji smiled and said, "I knew it. My charm is still as good as ever. But has the little guy gotten a tan? He seems even more charming now."

The unsettling gaze continued relentlessly, seemingly sweeping through Bai Changchuan's court robes as if it wanted to penetrate his body, making the man's nerves tense and his limbs stiff.

Having finished her flirtatious glances, Ying Ji leisurely withdrew her gaze, listened to Ying Zheng's arrangements, and looked at her dazzling younger brother. She felt that he was surrounded by a halo, making him look almost inhuman.

Ying Zheng had grown somewhat accustomed to this gaze. The pride, smugness, admiration, and affection in his eyes added a maternal touch to Ying Ji. Every time she looked at Ying Zheng, it was as if she were looking at her beloved child.

She felt particularly proud and honored when she heard court officials praising the First Emperor's great achievements.

This made Ying Zheng feel extremely pleased.

He directly issued an imperial edict: "The Grand Preceptor favors Great Qin because Great Qin is rightfully the ruler of these nine provinces. To celebrate with the people, the Grand Preceptor has sown many superior seeds among the six states, which can yield thousands of acres."

This is a portrait of a superior breed, along with important notes, which were sent to the six states in preparation for excavation. Only by trusting the Qin Dynasty could they acquire more superior breeds from the surrounding areas.

Ying Ji thought to herself, "There is such a saying, but the good seeds that were planted back then were almost all in Qin and Zhao, and there were indeed far fewer in other places."

That's the proper consideration; it's acceptable.

Since the appearance of the Grand Preceptor of Qin, the people of Qin, from top to bottom, have been extremely excited.

In particular, they dug up quite a few good seeds from around their own home, and when they steamed and boiled them according to the instructions, they were actually able to fill their stomachs.

The common people increasingly approved of the identity of the Grand Preceptor, saying things like, "The Great Qin truly brings blessings to its people."

Because the people of Zhao and Han did indeed possess many superior breeds, but the remaining territories had almost none, the refugees from the four kingdoms, unable to bear their hunger, could only move towards Xianyang, hoping for a full meal to survive in this world.

More and more refugees gathered on the road, all wondering if they would be able to get a full meal once they arrived in Xianyang.

But a beautiful dream sustained everyone; they hoped that as long as they could survive, that would be enough.

Ying Zheng looked at the endless stream of refugees without worry. After several years of overpopulation, the sweet potatoes and potatoes in the surrounding area had almost completely depleted the soil's fertility, so they had to be dug up to allow the land to recover.

The surplus potatoes and sweet potatoes were planted in the other four countries, while the area around Xianyang was replaced with millet and similar crops.

He then issued a royal decree: grain would be distributed directly at the city gates, with the first three days being free of charge and two meals a day. After that, individuals would be registered and their identities would be recorded, with the grain distributed as a form of work relief.

Ying Ji still held the same idea: they couldn't just support the refugees for nothing, otherwise it would easily breed a lazy mentality among them.

Ying Zheng agreed, as there was a shortage of labor to build Mount Li.

Ying Ji thought about it and decided not to try to persuade them. Since A Zheng wanted to do it, she would find a way to feed the refugees, and they would still be happy to work.

However, commerce is not doing well in the Qin Dynasty now. Since her departure, Ying Zheng has a deep hatred for merchants, and he also cares little about those of low social status.

Commerce is essential to revitalizing a stagnant empire.

Fortunately, the wealthy merchants of the six kingdoms were all in Xianyang, giving them some opportunities, and their wealth could still flow into the national treasury continuously.

However, she was simply too busy, and there were too few civil officials in the Qin Dynasty, so Ying Ji set her sights on her own man.

He told Ying Zheng and then went to Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

Today, Xiaoshengxianzhuang truly embodies the spirit of Confucianism. Each scholar wears a white robe and sash. While not all of them are handsome, each scholar possesses a distinct gentlemanly demeanor.

Ying Ji clicked her tongue in amazement: [No wonder the Confucian scholar became such a prominent figure; even his manners and interactions with others were truly delightful.]

Because of his status as the Imperial Preceptor, the person who came out to greet him was Yan Lu, the second-in-command of the Confucian school.

The man had a little stubble around his face, but it didn't look messy, showing that he was very well-maintained. Coupled with his eyes that seemed to have seen through everything in the world, he hadn't changed much from a few years ago.

Ying Ji nodded approvingly: "Yan Lu's swordsmanship is still undefeated?"

Yan Lu was surprised, but he didn't show much emotion. He bowed and clasped his hands, saying, "The Grand Preceptor is indeed powerful. I am nothing special. Senior Brother has already prepared a banquet and is waiting for our distinguished guest."

Ying Ji was itching to practice. In the modern world, there are far fewer proper swordsmanship skills. Most people play fencing, which is not very satisfying. Yan Lu is a man of principle, and the outcome is clear, making him the perfect person to practice swordsmanship with.

Without giving Yan Lu a chance to refuse, Ying Ji took out a sword from her hand. This sword was made in modern times. Although it did not have the charm of ancient times, its hardness, toughness, sharpness and appearance were superb.

The sword was first thrust towards Yan Lu's right side, and as expected, the opponent moved.

He picked up the Han Guang sword beside him and began to parry.

Seeing the determination in the woman's eyes, Yan Lu knew that this battle was unavoidable. He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and drew Han Guang from its sheath.

A sword, both gentle and dignified, appeared before everyone.

The surrounding scholars sighed softly, "Senior Brother Yan Lu's swordsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite, and his sword energy is not revealed at all. Zi Lan is truly impressed."

"The person opposite is the current imperial advisor. The woman exudes an air of authority, unlike an imperial advisor, but rather resembles the King of Qin."

“I agree, Zisheng thinks so too. However, the Grand Preceptor’s swordsmanship seems to have some Confucian influences, somewhat like the swordsmanship of Senior Brother Zhang Liang.”

Upon closer inspection, everyone noticed the presence of Confucianism, which brought a sense of peace to their hearts.

They all had a thought in their hearts, so it seems that this national advisor was quite fond of Confucianism.

Yan Lu easily snatched another sword, and although he was completely suppressed by Ying Ji, he remained calm.

Seeing Ying Ji's sword tip suddenly rise and point straight at her throat, Yan Lu used his inner energy to strike Ying Ji's wrist with the blade of his sword, maintaining their advantage.

Ying Ji licked her lips, getting more and more excited as the fight went on. Sure enough, it was still exhilarating. Seizing the opportunity when Yan Lu stood still, she attacked his right shoulder with her left hand and attacked his waist and abdomen with her sword in her right hand.

To avoid injury to his left waist and abdomen, Yan Lu took a hit head-on.

Instantly, he felt his shoulder dislocate from the blow. A bitter smile appeared on his lips. He pressed his right shoulder with his left hand, and with a click, the dislocated shoulder went back into place.

Ying Ji awkwardly touched the tip of her nose. She had forgotten how hard she had hit him; she was just getting carried away. She'd know better next time.

He stopped what he was doing, patted Yan Lu on the shoulder, and found that there was nothing wrong: "I'll have Yuan Ge examine you later."

Yan Lu was stunned: [Yuan Ge, why does the Imperial Advisor know Yuan Ge, and why is he behaving so intimately with her? How is she connected to the royal family?]

Perhaps his astonished expression was too great, Ying Ji asked in confusion, "What, do you know my maid?"

Yan Lu was even more shocked. That aloof and elegant woman, with unparalleled medical knowledge, and the closed-door disciple of Bian Le, a descendant of a medical family, was actually the Imperial Preceptor's maid.

Could it be that the other party used their power to force her to obey them?

Ying Ji was too lazy to care about Yan Lu's inner thoughts. She couldn't find Yuan Ge in the palace and finally learned that the little girl had been traveling all over the world and had just returned a few days ago. Just hearing her name, she took the initiative to ask to stay by Ying Ji's side.

Ying Zheng was very satisfied with the physicians' attitude and even allocated funds to build a hospital.

Bian Le was heartbroken; it was not at all that this old man wanted to sell his last disciple.

He didn't know what was going on either, but his only disciple, who was the last disciple of his family, seemed to have lost his mind when he saw Ying Ji.

Gone was her usual ethereal grace; she packed up all her private medicines and rushed off that very night to personally care for the Imperial Preceptor.

By the time he found out, her closed-door disciple was already happily learning to cook porridge, eager to feed the Grand Preceptor spoonful by spoonful.

Heaven knows how shocked this old man was to witness this scene.

[Waaaaah, even I, as your master, don't get this kind of treatment!]

The jealous old man was still worried about his disciple, so he complied with the First Emperor's wishes and obediently stayed in Xianyang to live out his retirement.

Sending love to you all. I'll continue my stall business this weekend. Updates may be inconsistent, but I definitely won't stop updating. My only leave of absence will probably be next Monday, since there are really few people on Mondays.

Special thanks to [History Kid], hehe.

I would also like to thank [Xiao Xin?], [Jie Yuhua Jie Yuchenchen], and [Su Luo who likes the Hime-binyu] for your support.