The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

The winter sun was gentle and warm, and the temperature inside the room was exceptionally comfortable thanks to its rays.

The man, now fully conscious, trembled slightly with his eyelashes as he opened his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in his lips and the corners of his mouth, and his throat was extremely dry.

Swallowing hard to moisten his throat, Zhang Liang then looked around.

Not seeing that awful woman actually made me feel worse.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

The bamboo curtains around the bed swayed, and a beautiful figure appeared.

Upon seeing the man's "miserable" state, Ying Ji blushed; she had indeed been quite excited the previous night.

After all, the atmosphere, the waist, the legs, and that... cough cough, I can't say anymore.

Besides, the broadcast can't continue.

Just thinking about the man's passion last night, Ying Ji smiled alluringly, her eyes filled with thick, sweet love.

She held the warm water in her hand to the man's lips.

Zhang Liang didn't refuse and obediently drank the water from his lips.

Is it sweet?

Perhaps because the man was too obedient, Ying Ji was momentarily convinced that he hadn't lost that memory. She habitually pinched his cheek and kissed his forehead.

"Good morning. Are you hungry? I had someone bring up some food."

Zhang Liang felt his throat finally come back to life, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Eat some."

The man's voice sounded like sawing wood, clearly indicating what he had suffered the previous night.

Ying Ji picked up the ointment Yuan Ge had prepared and gently applied it to the corners of her lips.

Then, naturally, she pulled off the blanket and began to unbutton her undergarments.

Zhang Liang was shocked. He hadn't expected this woman to be so indiscriminate. One night wasn't enough for her; she was planning to indulge in debauchery during the day.

Perhaps it was because the other person's eyes were too direct, their face full of shock, especially the way they were tightly clutching their inner garments, which made them look so pitiful.

Zhang Liang pulled up his inner garment to cover his naked body as much as possible.

His voice was hoarse but filled with pleading: "No, not during the day."

Ying Ji was taken aback. Was she really that beastly? The frequency and quality of their encounters last night were exceptionally high. She could endure it for a while longer.

Too lazy to explain, I didn't even see the man's face that said, "You're a beast, and you don't even know it."

It made her feel a little itchy.

Forcibly pulling open his inner garment, the bruises on the man's waist and abdomen were truly glaring.

Ying Ji hung out a large piece of plaster and gently spread it away with her warm palm.

Am I really that much of a beast?

Zhang Liang thought back to last night, when his lips were bound, his wrists were tied with his clothes, and every part of his body was touched by a woman's gaze.

It made his skin bristle. Although he felt quite comfortable and the other person took good care of his body, the woman-on-top position and some of the other person's little quirks really made his scalp tingle.

However, he found that she liked obedient girls, so as long as he let her have her way in the second half, it wasn't too bad, but it still made him feel uncomfortable.

After applying the ointment to her waist and abdomen, she moved her hands, still covered in ointment, to her thighs and rubbed the ointment between her palms.

The warmth of a hand touching the skin still makes one tremble.

After working for a full half hour, Ying Ji finally got up to wash her hands, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

Yuan Ge then brought over a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed porridge.

The porridge was just the right temperature, and Yingji picked it up to feed her.

Zhang Liang leaned against the bed, enjoying a rare moment of tenderness from the woman.

After a bowl of sweet porridge, my stomach, which had been hungry for almost a day, was finally rewarded, making me feel so comfortable that I couldn't help but squint my eyes slightly.

Seeing that Zhang Liang liked it, Ying Ji beckoned and left behind a maid who knew how to cook porridge. She prepared different kinds of porridge every day, and every morning he would have a bowl of porridge to nourish his stomach.

We've covered a lot of what needed to be discussed yesterday, and I'm not so concerned about asking any more questions now; we can explore and unravel them slowly.

Zhang Liang was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and all he wanted to do was rest.

Ying Ji noticed the man's exhaustion and kissed his swollen lips: "Get some rest. If you need anything, just tell Zhang Han. I'll handle things with Wei Zhuang."

Zhang Liang nodded obediently, making one's hands itch to join in.

Once Ying Ji had completely left, the man covered himself up on the bed and left Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

He deliberately avoided everyone and went to a dense forest.

Wei Zhuang had been waiting for a long time.

The man saw Zhang Liang wearing a mask and said sarcastically, "Wonderful. Even though he stood someone up, the punctual man still remembered to wear a mask."

Zhang Liang's usually composed lips twitched slightly beneath his mask: "It was Zifang's rudeness that troubled Lord Weizhuang to wait for so long."

Wei Zhuang glanced at it, a smile playing on his lips: "It seems that Mr. Zifang had a very pleasant night, truly enjoying himself to the point of forgetting his homeland."

Zhang Liang was embarrassed. He had covered up everything he could before setting out, so why was he still discovered?

But he didn't continue to be awkward. Since the other party had seen through him, forcing himself to continue would only make him seem fake.

Zhang Liang moved to a fallen, withered branch and found a place to sit down.

Wei Zhuang's eyes followed Zhang Liang's movements: "It seems that you are very tired, sir."

Zhang Liang turned his head: "Lord Wei Zhuang is in good health, Princess Honglian must be very satisfied."

A gentle breeze swept by, and Zhang Liang felt a stinging pain on his neck.

I gently touched my neck; there was already a trace of blood.

Zhang Liang sighed and pushed the shark tooth away with his index and middle fingers together.

"Lord Wei Zhuang has really put Zhang Liang in a difficult position."

Zhang Liang was just trying to get Ying Ji to ask where the wound came from, but he was already having a headache.

Wei Zhuang snorted coldly: "Look at that clever tongue, she really knows how to tell jokes."

Zhang Liang cut to the chase: "What's your plan regarding Quicksand?"

Wei Zhuang sheathed his sword, his back to Zhang Liang: "Okay, but she has to recruit the personnel herself."

A sign was thrown out, one side reading "flow" and the other "sand".

Zhang Liang was truly stunned. Wei Zhuang had actually handed over the Quicksand, which significantly altered his subsequent plans.

Wei Zhuang, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, observed Zhang Liang: "You've changed a lot. You've developed weaknesses, and you have a repulsive quality."

Zhang Liang stood up without replying. Now that he had the items, it was time to prepare for the next step of his plan.

Whether it succeeds or not, we should at least try, shouldn't we?

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs; the ruler is ruthless, causing immense suffering to the people. The fate of the Qin Dynasty is in their own hands; we are merely pawns in the game of heaven and earth.

Upon returning to Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Zhang Liang did not hand the items over to Ying Ji.

Instead, they went to the backyard and placed the things in the butcher's place, asking him to keep them safe.

He was told that if anyone wanted the item, he should just give it to them and not bother with them.

The butcher, a rough man, greatly admired Mr. Zhang, so he naturally nodded in agreement.

Zhang Liang had just left.

Ying Ji appeared here dressed in casual clothes.

Yuan Ge asked the butcher for something, and the butcher, knowing the famous Nightingale and having heard Zhang Liang's words, readily offered it to him.

Just as the two left, Butcher Ding scratched his head, speechless: "What is Mr. Zhang doing? Why can't he hand it over to Miss Nightingale himself? Never mind, how can I possibly understand Mr. Zhang's intentions? I'll just practice by butchering an ox today."