The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Yuan Ge presented the plaque.

Ying Ji picked it up and examined it for a moment: "One side has the character 'Han', and the other side has the character 'Zheng'. It seems that Hong Lian still remembers some things."

Yuan Ge was puzzled, but she never asked, quietly keeping Ying Ji company in silence.

After a long while, a mournful wail was heard.

"Hey hey hey, I knew this guy was weird. He almost fooled me. This little fox with no memory is really troublesome."

Yuan Ge advised, "Grand Preceptor, Master Zifang may be misled by someone. You are here to keep an eye on him."

Ying Ji stood up, lifted the curtain of the carriage and jumped down, followed closely by Yuan Ge: "We need to take down his makeshift troupe first."

Yuan Ge should have said: "Yang has arrived. Should the Grand Preceptor meet him?"

Upon seeing the Imperial Preceptor nod, Yuan Ge led Yang over.

From the moment Yang met Ying Ji, she trusted her without reason. Now that she knows what the Grand Preceptor has done, she treats him with the respect due to a disciple.

Ying Ji told him to follow her, and they went to a desolate wilderness.

The surrounding area was filled with different tombstones, but most of them were blank.

I found a dilapidated tombstone, its age indiscernible, and heard a ticking sound—tick-tick-tick (Morse code LS).

Soon a fat black rat came out, squeaked and circled around three times, then ran into the mass grave behind it.

Ying Ji followed closely behind and happened to witness a horrifying scene.

The executioner was dressed in a dark red robe with black patterns, wearing sheepskin gloves on his hands, and his face was covered with a white cloth.

Before him lay a female corpse, its abdomen ripped open, and the man's fingers deftly moved a small knife across the body.

Soon after, a piece of skin that had been completely separated appeared on my hand.

Next came a rotting organ, its dark contents flowing into a puddle of black liquid in my hand.

Yang stood in front of Ying Ji, only showing half of her profile.

He realized that the person opposite him was a criminal, but the scene was so dark that Yang didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ying Ji pushed the people away. If it were before, she would have screamed and fainted upon seeing this scene.

But people have seen a battlefield once, been on a battlefield once, and cleaned up a battlefield once.

Many of these things can then be accepted.

He flicked his sleeve to shake the air around him; the stench was awful.

Ying Ji looked around but there was nowhere she could sit.

Yuan Ge, who followed, was a doctor who had witnessed countless deaths and injuries. He felt that the scene was against the natural order and did not show much emotion.

The executioner observed everyone's posture, and finally his sinister gaze locked onto Ying Ji.

Being stared at like this feels like being suffocated by a venomous snake.

Under these circumstances, Ying Ji calmly said, "Xingren, I need you."

The executioner stood up, put down the organs he was holding, took off his sheep intestine gloves, and turned around.

He also took off the apron that was covering his body.

The face towel was stained with some black blood, which was jarring to look at.

Approaching Ying Ji, Xing Ren placed his bony, paper-white hand on the woman's body.

And without any regard for gender distinctions, it slid from one shoulder to the other.

Finally, it settled on the woman's delicate, smooth hand.

The voice was still as unsettling as ever, "Is the Grand Preceptor so certain that I will go with you? That I will risk my life for you?"

"Why? Because of the seedlings? Or is it simply because you have too much confidence in your own charm?"

Ying Ji was dressed in a dark blue outfit today, which could be described as very plain.

While the prisoner was speaking, he had already put on open-toed gloves, tested the buckle position, and felt it was okay.

He punched the prisoner directly in the stomach.

The criminal retreated when he realized he was being attacked, but he was still hit.

Ying Ji then flashed closer, her knee pressing against the man's sternum, and her right elbow striking his back.

The prisoner instantly felt a pseudo-numbness in his lower body and was unable to dodge the woman's attack.

They can only passively endure it.

After Ying Ji brutally beat up the opponent for ten minutes.

He took off his gloves and threw them to Yuan Ge.

"From now on, you will live with Yang. Report to Xianyang Prison tomorrow. I've kept all your old things; you can retrieve them yourself later."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Yuan Ge followed closely behind. Yang looked at her old friend who had been brutally beaten and felt somewhat helpless, but she still quickly helped him up.

I thought the criminal would be angry.

result.......

"Hehehehehe, hahaha, that's it, that's the feeling, she's back?"

"I knew it! What I was missing was my inspiration, my divine presence has returned!"

"Yang, do you still remember her?"

Yang was completely bewildered. Although he knew his best friend was crazy when they were in school, he didn't think it was this crazy.

[Alas, as expected, the Imperial Advisor went too far and beat the child senseless.]

Yang naturally hoisted the executioner onto his shoulder and led the group to the office bestowed upon him by Ying Ji.

Since criminals are too terrifying these days, we should pack them up and take them home.

The news that the criminals were taken away in a bag.

Wei Zhuang soon found out.

He frowned as he looked at the news brought by Bai Feng.

"Zhuang, what are you looking at? Is there news from Sister Ying?"

Honglian's voice came from behind. Wei Cun and Wei Yang were already asleep, and this was a long-awaited time for the couple.

Wei Zhuang took his wife's hand and looked toward Xianyang: "Does it have to be Xianyang?"

Honglian's eyes were filled with tenderness as she gently leaned on Wei Zhuang's shoulder: "Zhuang, trust me."

Wei Zhuang said nothing more, and seeing the weeds on Hong Lian's head, he gently removed them.

"You know, you are my weakness."

Honglian took Weizhuang's arm and said, "The world is so vast, if not all of it, at least half of it belongs to the Qin Kingdom. We cannot leave our grudges to our children. Weicun is still young and can keep me company."

But he shouldn't be confined to this small world afterward. If that's a mistake, at least you still have me.

Wei Zhuang's eyes were domineering yet affectionate: "The world should be as you wish. What you want, I will help you achieve."

Honglian smiled, looking at Wei Zhuang as she thought about the thirty-six strategies for controlling a husband given to her by Sister Ying, and gently kissed the corner of the man's lips.

"Zhuang, you are my unique hero, my pride. Your abilities are enough to clear away all obstacles for me."

Wei Zhuang smiled, embraced Hong Lian's waist, and kissed her deeply, without needing to say anything more.

The two people's hearts have already intertwined.

........

Zhang Liang was unaware that he was being followed, since he would check his surroundings many times before each trip.

We must ensure there are no tails following us before we can continue with the plan. Although there have been changes, we should still give it a try.

Little did Zhang Liang know that Ying Ji had already shamelessly sent him a modern surveillance camera.

No need to track them; just place a marker at their last stop and wait for them to leave.

Then a group of people will appear and quietly wipe out the remnants of the six kingdoms.

Ying Ji no longer possessed the innocent and naive thoughts and beliefs of the new era; all that remained was the imperial mindset influenced by Ying Zheng.

Everything that hasn't happened should remain hidden in the darkness.

Only sunlight like this can make flowers bloom.