Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

Daliang, the capital of Wei.

Recently, rumors have been circulating in Daliang City.

Initially, it was only said that Lord Xinling, Wei Wuji, colluded with the Grand General, intending to seize the throne.

But ever since that day when a strange dragon suddenly appeared, many more outrageous rumors have spread throughout Daliang City.

The King of Wei is nearing the end of his life. After his death, the dragon will transform into a real dragon, and its master, Lord Xinling, will become the new king.

Rumors spread like wildfire, one person tells ten, ten tell a hundred.

Ultimately, the rumors will only become more and more outrageous, yet at the same time, they will also become more and more believable.

Pass it on to the end.

Lord Xinling, Wei Wuji, has become the king sent by Heaven to save the State of Wei.

As long as Lord Xinling ascends the throne, the entire world will be unified by the State of Wei.

Unfortunately, not only did the current King An of Wei seize the throne from Lord Xinling, but he also continued to suppress him, leaving Lord Xinling to hide in Xinling in despair.

When these rumors had already begun, before King An of Wei could say anything, Crown Prince Wei Zeng had already become restless.

Crown Prince Wei Zeng entered the palace that very night to pay homage to King Wei An.

What exactly was discussed during that time is perhaps only known to Lord Longyang, who served King An of Wei.

However, the very next day, a royal decree was sent from the palace to Lord Xinling, urgently summoning him to Daliang.

At the same time, many rumors within Daliang City were suddenly and forcefully suppressed.

When a nation's power is truly mobilized, its energy is naturally immense.

"Preventing the people from speaking is more difficult than preventing a river from overflowing..."

Inside the courtyard, Ying Jing listened to Jing Ni's report on the recent changes in Daliang City, and simply shook his head and smiled faintly.

The rumors circulating outside are all Wei Yong's doing, and have nothing to do with him.

After resting for the past few days, Ying Jing's condition has recovered to about 70-80%.

So next... there's one more thing I need to do quickly.

Lian Po.

Back in the Zhao state, Ying Jing specifically sought out the Queen to obtain a royal decree, all for the sake of Lian Po.

As a result, upon arriving in Wei and meeting Jing Ni, Ying Jing completely forgot about Lian Po's matter.

It is truly wrong to neglect public duty for private gain!

This old general of Zhao was already in his seventies or eighties and didn't have many years left to live, so the King of Zhao discarded him like trash.

Although the King of Wei allowed Lian Po to live in Daliang, he did not trust him and was unwilling to use him.

"Lian Po lives in Daliang, but recently it seems that some people from Chu have been in contact with him."

Jing Ni's expression remained calm, but a strange ripple flickered in her eyes as she looked at Ying Jing beneath her mask.

As she continued to think about it, she felt like something was wrong with her... She kept thinking about Changxin-kun!

When Ying Jing finally met Lian Po, he was quite surprised.

Regardless, Lian Po was a renowned general, though he was a bit old.

But now, he has been reduced to living in a dilapidated wooden hut in the State of Wei.

In front of the house were several plots of wasteland that had been reclaimed, where some crops were planted.

"Rising at dawn to tend the overgrown fields, returning home with hoe under the moon, the old general certainly has a good mood."

Upon seeing Lian Po for the first time, Ying Jing was certain that this old man, who looked as if he might collapse at any moment, was a master who had already made great strides in the art of military strategy.

Even without any soldiers, he can form an array simply by utilizing the terrain.

The few plots of wasteland in front of the gate could become the foundation of his formation at any time.

Lian Po did not appear to be tall; he was over eighty years old and looked like an ordinary old man.

"The Iron Blood Alliance is indeed loyal to the country, but I am already so old, what use would it be for me to go to the Chu Kingdom?"

Lian Po's long beard swayed in the wind as he wielded a hoe, making him look far younger than his age.

Of the seven states, Qin and Chu were the most powerful.

Qin had its Net, and Chu had its Iron Blood Alliance; both were massive organizations that spread across the seven kingdoms.

"So the people of Chu have also come looking for the old general? It seems I'm not the only one who knows that the old general is still as sharp as ever."

Ying Jing wore a gentle smile as Jing Ni slowly approached from behind.

Lian Po finally put down his hoe. Although he was old, his arm muscles were still bulging, and his tiger-like eyes were full of imposing presence.

He looked Ying Jing up and down, then glanced at Jing Ni behind him, before finally settling his gaze on the sword.

"The Net, are you from the Qin state?"

Ying Jing did not deny it; he nodded with a smile.

"The old general has made outstanding contributions, and I have obtained a royal decree from the King of Zhao to invite you to Qin."

As he spoke, the Zhao King's Decree that he had obtained from the Queen Consort appeared in Ying Jing's hand.

Lian Po accepted the royal decree, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"I, too, once fought on the battlefield, commanding a vast army. Now, I am over eighty years old. The King of Zhao despises me, the King of Wei refuses to employ me, but the states of Chu and Qin have come to invite me."

He laughed for a long time, his voice booming like thunder, until tears almost streamed down his face.

Then, Lian Po suddenly stopped and picked up the hoe from the ground again.

"You may leave now. At my current level, life and death are both in my heart. I will not live past this year."

His aged and weathered voice carried a hint of melancholy.

The general died on the battlefield, but unfortunately he didn't have that chance.

Lian Po was very clear about his physical condition.

"What if... Jingneng could extend the old general's life?"

Ying Jing's expression was calm, and his tone was very soft.

But this simple sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of Lian Po and Jing Ni.

Prolonging life?

Although it's not about immortality, it still sounds outrageous.

"Hahaha, you hold the royal decree, so I am not considered to have betrayed the Zhao Kingdom. If you can really do it, then the extra life I have is given to me by you. What's wrong with serving you?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Lian Po did not show much resistance or disbelief.

His death was imminent, and he had not yet been able to command an army or step onto the battlefield again.

With my long-cherished wish unfulfilled, how can I be content to die in despair?

Even if there's only a sliver of hope... we should always give it a try.

"Then... old general, you may now offer your loyalty."

Ying Jing smiled gently, and streams of purple energy surged from his body, flowing towards Lian Po.

The issue of Lian Po's lifespan is not so difficult for Ying Jing to resolve.

Although immortality is impossible, with the blessing of good fortune, one can live for a few more years or even more than ten years.

Of course, this is on the premise that he must offer absolute loyalty, just like Zhengang and others.

Otherwise, if one harbors even the slightest disloyalty, one will suffer a backlash from bad luck.

This is something that even Ying Jing himself cannot change.

His white hair hadn't turned black, but the wrinkles on his face had faded considerably.

Lian Po could clearly feel that his aged body seemed to have been given new vitality.

"In ten years, my body has actually recovered to the level it was ten years ago!"

Lian Po was overjoyed!

He never imagined that such a miracle could actually exist, allowing people to extend their lifespan.

"No matter who you are from Qin, my word is law."

"I, Lian Po, am willing to die for my lord!"