The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Having finally found some free time, Ying Ji packed her things and went to Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

He met with Zhang Liang.

Ying Ji tapped her cup: "Isn't this information a bit slow to arrive?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang poured another cup of tea, but the other person downed it in one gulp without even tasting it.

Pretending not to see, he said to himself, "Grand Preceptor, please wait. Good things come to those who wait. Gathering the quicksand is not something that can be done overnight."

The woman held the empty cup in her hand and fiddled with it, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhang Liang chuckled and asked, "If the Grand Preceptor feels that my pace is a bit slow, he can speak with the Prime Minister."

Ying Ji thought about that old fox for a moment. Tsk, he had shown some kindness before, so this little fox could still be used. But now that he has lost his memory, the old fox really turns his back on people. He can't even be used to do some chores. It's a real pity.

"I'd rather wait for your news than him."

Zhang Liang smiled and took the initiative to move closer. The two were now only about a fist's distance apart, which was quite intimate.

"Speaking of which, there is one thing I don't understand and would like to ask the Imperial Preceptor for guidance."

Ying Ji would never let go of such a tempting opportunity.

She then casually climbed one arm onto the man's slender waist and leaned close to his neck and shoulder.

The crisp, warm scent of pine resin is irresistible, making one want to take a gentle sniff.

Noticing the man's body stiffen and preparing to escape, she took the opportunity to kiss his exposed neck.

Heavy breathing came from above.

Ying Ji didn't miss such a good opportunity, and crawled up her neck to her earlobe.

Take the delicate, white earlobe into your mouth and gently bite it.

The breathing around him grew heavier, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke: "Grand Preceptor, men and women should not touch each other."

"hiss"

Zhang Liang gasped in pain from the pain in his earlobe.

Because when the man wasn't looking, Ying Ji had an earring in her mouth.

Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, I pierced her earlobe, and there was now a dark blue earring on it.

Zhang Liang was about to touch it.

As a result, Ying Ji opened her hand and, as if by magic, took out a transparent spray bottle and sprayed it twice on her earlobe.

A sniff revealed a strong smell of alcohol.

However, the alcohol disinfectant stung her earlobe a little, so Yingji blew on it to cool it down.

Enjoying the beautiful scenery around them.

"Yes, this sapphire (an ancient and elegant term for blue sapphire) suits you very well. It was worth the effort I put into finding it. Do you like this gift?"

Zhang Liang abandoned his attempt to remove the gift and subtly distanced himself: "The Grand Preceptor's gift-giving is quite ingenious. If Zhang Liang doesn't like it, why would he take it off?"

Ying Ji waved her hand: "Don't like it? It doesn't matter. I brought you a lot. If I give you one thing every day, there will eventually be one or two that you like, right?"

Zhang Liang remained silent and continued the previous topic: "The Grand Preceptor's attitude towards Liang is very mysterious."

Ying Ji made no attempt to hide the affection and admiration in her eyes: "Because you were originally mine. Some unexpected events before led us to this point, which now seems rather interesting."

Zhang Liang refused to answer: "So what does the Grand Preceptor mean? Do you want to marry me? I am no longer the Prime Minister of Han, I have neither an official position nor much spare money."

Ying Ji moved quickly, and by the time Zhang Liang came to his senses, he had already been flicked on the forehead.

Zhang Liang almost couldn't hold back his smile: "What does the Imperial Advisor mean by this?"

Ying Ji smiled and said, "Who told you to have such wishful thinking? Daydreaming is not a good idea."

The veins on Zhang Liang's hands bulged slightly under the table: "As expected, I'm not the only one."

However, Zhang Liang didn't let Ying Ji realize he was being tricked into saying something, and continued, "Is the Grand Preceptor very concerned about the people of Pei County?"

Ying Ji raised an eyebrow. "Occasionally, those with information channels are really fast. Looking at it this way, it seems I'm the only one who's deaf."

She nodded indifferently at this point.

“I’ve known them before, and I’ve been teaching them for so long, so I’m practically their mentor. They’re also like half a son to you. Would you like to go and meet our son?”

Zhang Liang's lips twitched: "Grand Preceptor, you jest. At my age, I have no woman by my side. How could I possibly have half a son?"

Ying Ji stroked her chin and smiled with a hint of amusement. She remembered that Zhang Liang had been very attentive to Han Xin before, and had taught him some things that were passed down privately.

"How about we make a bet?"

Zhang Liang was startled, his mind a jumble of thoughts: "Why is the Imperial Advisor so certain? Could it be that I really did have a son? No, she's bluffing me. I've counted the years, and I haven't had any children."

But she seems to have made up her mind about some things. How does she know these things? And the problem lies in our relationship; she is the one in charge, and I am the one in charge.

Not only that, he knows all my hobbies inside and out, and he's incredibly familiar and unrestrained with me during our conversations. And to top it all off, there's a man with him... The Imperial Advisor has truly given me a huge problem.

Although Zhang Liang thought this in his heart, he didn't reveal it at all in his eyes. His gentle smile made Ying Ji a little dizzy.

"Alright, what does the Imperial Advisor want to bet on?"

Ying Ji had already decided on the bet. She picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, then pressed it into her palm.

"Since it's a bet, it's not good to say it out loud. You should place your bet too, so you won't say I'm bullying you."

Zhang Liang glanced at it and wrote one as well.

During the exchange, a small agreement was reached.

Ying Ji picked up the note and read: [When will the Imperial Advisor and Liang become entangled?]

Zhang Liang pulled out a slip of paper, his lips twitching: "[A poem personally inscribed for me during the Lantern Festival]"

Both of them frowned at the same time. Ying Ji was hard to say, while Zhang Liang hadn't expected the Grand Tutor to be so persistent in his pursuit of her. Writing a poem for someone during the Lantern Festival meant that the person was in love with them, and it basically meant that they would get married.

If I were to do it myself, I'd probably be truly inseparable from the Imperial Advisor.