Great Qin: The devilish brat oversaw the country and killed Zhao Gao at the beginning of the game.
82 At worst, I’ll give the Ginseng Fruit to Old General Wang to smell.

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"Ginseng Fruit? Don't tell me it's just a fruit called ginseng fruit?"

Ying Zimo was still uncertain.

If it was the legendary Ginseng Fruit, then he really hit the jackpot.

Smelling it would extend one's lifespan by 360 years, eating it would extend one's lifespan by 47,000 years!

Forget about eating it, even letting Brother Zheng smell it would be better than that illusory immortality medicine.

Thinking of this, Ying Zimo picked up the small cloth bag hanging on his waist.

It was different from the shape of a baby in the legends.

The fruit that he took out was crystal clear, like a chicken egg. The fragrance was refreshing, and it was suffused with purple light.

The light expanded and contracted, as if there was a small heart connected to this bloodline.

It makes people wonder if it will hatch something strange

Just by smelling it, Ying Zimo felt so comfortable that he quivered.

The blood vessels in his entire body felt numb, as if all the impurities and toxins accumulated in his body had been extracted.

The warmth ran down his stomach

Puff--

His voice seemed to have been released after being suppressed to the extreme. It was extremely comfortable.

"Wow, this is really the legendary Ginseng Fruit!”

Ying Zimo blushed. Fortunately, there was no one around.

Then, he looked at the ginseng fruit again, and his black eyes lit up.

Perhaps it was not fully mature, so the effect was not that exaggerated.

However, it was not a problem for him to extend his life by decades with just a sniff!

"Hmph, if Brother Zheng performs well today, I'll reward him with a sniff of the Ginseng Fruit."

With this thought in mind, Ying Zimo put the jade back into the small cloth bag.

"Little Lord, what happened?”

Han Xin, who was driving the carriage, opened the curtain and revealed a strange expression.

At first, he seemed to smell a fragrance, then he heard two consecutive sounds.

The smell in the car was a little hard to describe.

"Could it be that the young master has been with those necromancers every day to study that black gunpowder, so he has a smell on his body?”

Xiangyu guessed.

As he spoke, he took two more sniffs, as if he wanted to smell what it was.

"Aiya, you're driving seriously. I drank a glass of ice this morning and my stomach is a little uncomfortable.”

Ying Zimo rubbed his belly and smiled embarrassedly.

Seeing him like this.

Xiangyu, who was trying his best to sniffle, suddenly froze.

Han Xin, who had always been more serious, also broke through, his face flushed red.

"Cough, Little Lord, it's better not to drink iced cola in the morning. The weather is getting colder and colder.”

"Got it. Have you two prepared your battle plan? I have to report to Imperial Father today.”

"Little Lord, don't worry. I've already memorized this battle. A thousand tiger leopard cavalry is enough.”

"Han Xin, your fighting style is too cowardly. You're fighting against many with fewer people, so how can you take it slow? We should drive straight in and seek victory in danger. I only need 500 troops to defeat King Xian of the Left.”

Speaking of the war, Han Xin and Xiang Yu put away their thoughts and became serious.

There were still some differences in their ideals.

Even though they were going to court today, they still hadn't come to a conclusion.

"Can the two of you be more united? How am I going to tell Imperial Father this?”

Ying Zimo rubbed his smooth forehead, feeling a little helpless.

However, he knew that it was already a miracle that Han Xin and Xiang Yu were working under him.

Two tigers couldn't live on the same mountain. If they weren't convinced of each other, it was unrealistic to expect one to listen to the other's deployment.

They didn't get into a fight, and they were already getting along relatively harmoniously!

........

Not long after.

In front of them, they could already see Zhangtai Palace.

Under the bright sunlight, the vermilion walls and green tiles reflected the dense light.

The officials were already waiting in front of the palace gates.

The harvest of potatoes and the brilliant display of the iron-smelting technique were all important events.

The civil and military officials were all present. Even Feng Quji, who was wearing mourning clothes, was present.

"Sigh, Prime Minister Feng, I'm sorry for your loss. Life and death are human nature.”

"Old General Wang, you've been coming to court quite frequently recently. Your body is very healthy, and you have the demeanor of the past.”

"I'm old. I fought on the battlefield in my early years and left behind many internal injuries. It's just that Little Lord can't bear to see my old bones being too idle.”

.......

Many officials gathered around Wang Jian to chat.

Old General Wang, who had never cared about state affairs, had returned to the imperial court. Perhaps even the balance in Qilin Palace would be broken.

This was a signal to reshuffle the cards.

As for Wang Jian himself, when he talked about the reason for going to court, traces of helplessness appeared on his old face.

A few days ago, the Little Lord had directly asked Yu Huatian to send a letter, asking him to come out of seclusion and take charge of the overall situation of the salt store.

Originally, he had wanted to farm for the rest of his life and enjoy his old age.

However, after thinking for a while, he understood Ying Zimo's intention and his determination.

If he didn't agree, he would be targeted by Ying Zimo, this little monster, and he wouldn't have a peaceful life in the future.

He had no choice but to agree!

When Wang Jian saw the carriage slowly approaching, his gaze became firm.

The little demon who didn't want him to live in peace in his later years was here.

"Little Lord is here?"

When the ministers saw the carriage, they subconsciously took two steps back.

Look at Xu Fu, how miserable. He was cut in half at the city gate today.

There was also Old Gan Tai, who had eaten the immortal pill and died immediately.

Being targeted by the Little Lord, even if he did not die, he would be skinned alive.

No one had expected this.

After the return of Emperor Shi Huang, not only did the Little Lord not restrain himself, but he also became even more aggressive. He was not the slightest bit careless when he provoked a bear!

Ying Zimo hopped down from the carriage. In the few carriages behind him, people were moving boxes down one after another. No one knew what was inside.

"What is Little Lord planning to do today?”

Wang Jian looked at Ying Zimo's pretty face as he walked towards them. The wrinkles on his face immediately smoothed out.

It was very strange.

She knew that the Little Lord was a troublesome little devil.

But every time he saw it, it made his mood unexpectedly better.

"Good morning, Old General Wang. I said I would set off a big firecracker for everyone to see.”

Ying Zimo saw that Wang Jian had also come to court, so he ran over.

As she spoke, her little face revealed a serious expression.

"Old General is old, you have to stand further away.”

"Little general, you look down on this old man.”

Wang Jian shook his head in an unconcerned manner and laughed involuntarily.

He had been on the battlefield for many years. He had personally destroyed three of the six countries 'capitals. He had once led a million troops. What kind of grand scene had he not seen?

How could he be scared by a big firecracker?

He didn't care about Ying Zimo's words. He just thought it was fun, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Aiya, but"

Ying Zimo wrinkled his two Silkworm Babies and was about to say something more.

Clang--

Clang--

The sound of the morning bell reverberated through the clouds, passing through the palace walls and reaching all directions.

This also meant that the court was about to begin.

"Little Lord, let us enter the hall. We don't want to keep His Majesty waiting.”

Wang Jian returned to his senses and turned around to walk towards the Qilin Hall.

"Why don't you believe me?"

Seeing this, Ying Zimo didn't say anything else. He just touched the small cloth bag that was lying diagonally across his body.

It would be fine if Old General Wang was scared out of his wits!

At most, he could just let the old man smell the ginseng fruit.

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