The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Chapter 170 Thick-skinned, Eat Your Fill

Ying Ji understood Ying Zheng's thoughts; she had thought the same way before. Unfortunately, she ultimately made a mistake and was driven to suicide by the world's consciousness.

Otherwise, the Qin Dynasty would have been the world's greatest power, and it wouldn't be facing so many troubles now.

Although Ying Ji was furious, she knew she should be patient; patience would lead to a brighter future.

[Play it safe for now. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head and do things quietly, waiting until you have the power to turn the tables.]

Looking at the diamond in my hand.

Ying Ji smiled gently: "Now you can say that you've done what you said before."

The Imperial Preceptor's carriage arrived at Xiaoshengxianzhuang, with Yuan Ge attending him.

Yan Lu took over Fu Hu's position and led the Imperial Preceptor to the main hall.

Throughout the journey, his eyes kept glancing at Yuan Ge, and his ears almost turned bright red from embarrassment at Yuan Ge's casual smile.

There was none of the usual calm and composure.

Ying Ji smiled knowingly, watching Yan Lu occasionally lag a few steps behind to keep pace with Yuan Ge, and sometimes offering a soft, gentle greeting.

Those who see it can only sigh, "What a perfect example of 'the king is willing, but the goddess is indifferent.'"

Ying Ji glanced at Yuan Ge, who seemed to have no such intentions and treated her with the utmost politeness and respect, just like an ordinary person.

Yan Lu was unaware that even Yuan Ge's occasional smile was enough to stir his emotions, let alone allow him to appreciate its profound meaning.

Ying Ji was amused by what she saw, but when she saw Zhang Liang practicing his sword in the courtyard, her mind was involuntarily drawn to him.

Zhang Liang already possessed exquisite features that made him seem unlike an ordinary person. Now, wielding the Gentleman's Sword, he first displayed an elegant posture and gracefully wielded the sword.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the sword danced faster and faster, like a silver dragon soaring and swirling around him.

When he wielded the gentleman's sword, he was as still as a crouching tiger, as swift as a flying dragon, as slow as drifting clouds, and as fast as lightning, both steady and elegant.

With his slender waist and gentlemanly demeanor, one can't help but sigh that he embodies the spirit of a true gentleman.

As the sword passed, a gentle breeze arose, causing red petals to flutter down from the plum blossom tree.

He placed his hand on his sword and suppressed his smile.

The floor is brushed and the shelves are open.

His eyes flashed like shooting stars as he saw the figure he had been longing for. With a flick of his wrist and a gesture, the cherry blossom on the tip of his sword was revealed to the woman.

As Ying Ji watched this scene, she couldn't help but think back to how stunning their first meeting had been.

This little fox really loves sword dancing; it seems no matter how many times she tries, she's set her sights on me.

Ying Ji spoke with particular pride as she gently blew a breath at the plum blossoms in front of her.

The plum blossom petals on the sword drifted down in the wind. She opened her hand, picked up a petal, pressed it to her lips, and smiled sweetly.

"Very good, I like it."

Her eyes were fixed on the man's face, and her actions were truly enviable.

Zhang Liang had intended to perform his sword dance at this time, with the intention of testing and disturbing the other party's mind. Now, he was startled by the enthusiasm in the other party's eyes, and his heart was pounding like a wild horse, galloping through the other party's heart.

Regardless of the other party's state of mind, Zhang Liang's heart was in complete turmoil.

Ying Ji no longer cared about anything else and pressed herself against Zhang Liang.

The sudden closeness caused the woman's breath to spray onto Zhang Liang's neck, making him feel a little itchy, and he couldn't help but turn his head away.

Ying Ji smelled the man's incense; it was light and elegant, and it suited him very well.

Her eyes glazed over for a moment, and she couldn't help but capture the man's thin lips in her mouth, gently sucking on them.

[Sure enough, it still tastes the same.]

Just as Ying Ji was teasing him further with her tongue, Zhang Liang finally realized he was being flirted with, and two blushes rose on his face.

Push the person away forcefully with both hands.

He quickly turned around and fled back to the courtyard.

Ying Ji licked her lips and smiled, ignoring the shock and silence around her, and calmly patted Yuan Ge's shoulder: "Yuan Ge, go to Mr. Fu Hu's place and invite everyone to the Imperial Preceptor's residence."

"I have important matters to attend to; you don't need to come and serve me."

Yuan Ge quickly regained her senses, her eyes filled with anticipation, her smiling gaze quite endearing: "Yes, Grand Preceptor, rest assured, Yuan Ge will do her utmost."

Ying Ji waved her hand and quickly followed Zhang Liang's departing figure, twisting and turning until she arrived at a house.

Dong dong dong

There was no response from inside the door, so Ying Ji pushed the door open and entered on her own.

They happened to run into Zhang Liang, who was about to open the door.

Without the slightest embarrassment, Ying Ji chuckled to herself, "I'm a little tired from walking, so I've come to ask for a cup of tea."

Zhang Liang was so angry at this meaningless explanation that he laughed: "If the Grand Preceptor wants to drink tea, there's nowhere else but Zhang Liang's courtyard?"

Ying Ji feigned surprise: "Oh my, what a coincidence! This is Young Master Liang's courtyard. We are truly destined to meet."