Rejuvenation
These dignitaries still did not have enough to split the 9000 catties of potatoes. It was even more impossible for ordinary farmers to do so.
However, when new batches of potatoes were produced and the market was no longer in short supply, it would be the farmers 'turn to plant them.
....
At the Imperial Advisor's residence.
In the mirror in the room.
A handsome young man with a jade-like face was clearly reflected.
She had long black hair and her eyes were clear and bright.
No matter how he looked at it, he did not look like he was twenty years old.
"My body has finally become younger."
"I'm actually not used to it for a moment."
Han Cheng, who had just woken up, muttered to himself. He rolled up his sleeves with his slender fingers and realized that his skin had become fair and tender.
Compared to Lian Yue, Tian Yi and the other two girls, he was better.
Even women would be jealous.
However, Han Cheng was a little upset about this. So what if he was young? Why did he become so fair?
He looked like a pretty boy.
From the outside, Han Cheng did look like a weak gigolo.
However, with the power of the Milky Way, even if the activation rate was not high, Han Cheng's physical fitness was definitely far superior to ordinary humans. This was the power of the divine body.
When the activation rate increased to a certain level, Han Cheng would become a true god.
It was not impossible for the Great Qin Empire to enter a new era of civilization.
" Master, we're late!"
"Please forgive me ~"
Half of the door was suddenly pushed open by a slender hand.
Lian Yue and the other two women carried their toiletries and entered the room.
After they entered, they looked at Han Cheng and were stunned on the spot.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
How did Master become so young?？
He looked even younger than them!
Was this really Master?
"There's no need to doubt it. I'm still me. I've just become younger.”
Han Cheng saw through their thoughts. He rolled down his sleeves and said calmly.
The air was cold for a few seconds.
The four women looked at each other and rushed over excitedly.
"Oh my god…"
"Master has actually regained his youth!"
"He's so young. He doesn't look like a 60-year-old man at all!”
"Master, what immortal technique is this? It's so magical! Can you teach these servants?"
The four women spoke one after another, drowning Han Cheng. She even reached out and pinched Han Cheng's cheek and arm.
Han Cheng was rather speechless about this. These four little princesses were getting bolder and bolder by the time he raised them. She actually touched him.
....
In just a few days, the news of Han Cheng regaining his youth had spread throughout Xianyang City.
The streets, alleys, and taverns were all discussing this matter.
It was even more sensational than the opening of the Immortal Qin Clothing Store!
In an instant, it became the number one hot topic among the people.
"Master, what's with the state preceptor's rejuvenation? I heard that our state preceptor is already sixty years old!”
"Hehe, that sixty years old is true, but the state preceptor is a god! Do you know why the state preceptor could return to his youth?”
"Why?"
"It's all because of the Immortality Pill! Imperial Preceptor was skilled in refining this. Consuming one would grant immortality!”
"Let me tell you, in the future, after His Majesty eats the Imperial Preceptor's Ageless Pill, he will be able to live forever and rule Great Qin forever! Think about it, this is terrible!"
“.....”
Xianyang, a certain fortune-telling street.
A few charlatans who were setting up stalls were bragging.
The surrounding crowd had looks of awe on their faces, as if they had all believed it.
Such rumors were not rare in Xianyang City.
It could even be said to be the most widespread rumor.
Everyone believed that Han Cheng really knew how to refine the Immortality Pill.
For the people, there was no other explanation that was more reasonable than this.
Gradually.
Such rumors spread to the palace.
Fu Su, Huhai, and the other royal bloodlines also learned of this matter.
..........
"Teacher, are the rumors true? Had the state preceptor really become younger?”
Young Master Huhai asked in a deep voice.
He inherited Ying Zheng's sharp and majestic eyes.
At this moment, he was staring at the man who was writing at the opposite desk.
That man was naturally Zhao Gao.
After Huhai heard about this rumor, he immediately went to find Zhao Gao to confirm the authenticity of the news.
If the rumors were true, Imperial Advisor Han Cheng would refine the Immortality Pill.
The First Emperor would rule Great Qin forever, so wouldn't he have to be a young master for the rest of his life? No chance in this lifetime?
“....”
Zhao Gao didn't answer Huhai immediately. He placed his left hand behind his back and continued to write on a bamboo scroll with his right hand.
This study was connected to the front and back.
The doors of the Six Fan School were opened, and the light was sufficient. A cool breeze blew.
There were books hanging everywhere on the bookcase.
The calligraphy on each scroll was exquisite.
It was hard to believe that someone could practice calligraphy to such a rare level.
But Zhao Gao did it.
This was also the reason why he was appreciated by Ying Zheng and became Huhai's teacher.
"A few months ago, His Majesty went to the suburbs with Young Master to welcome the Imperial Preceptor. How old do you think the Imperial Preceptor was at that time?”
After writing this bamboo slip, Zhao Gao asked Huhai in a leisurely manner. There was no flattery on his face as before, only an almost sinister calmness.
“......”
Huhai thought about it and his face darkened.""About forty years old."
Zhao Gao nodded and said,"
"When Imperial Preceptor first met His Majesty, he was just a white-haired old man who was staggering. A few months ago, his white hair suddenly turned black, his face was almost flawless, and he walked as fast as he could. Now, his appearance is almost the same as yours.”
Zhao Gao stared at Huhai and said,""It's true that Imperial Preceptor has regained his youth.”
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