"I just extended my lifespan by several decades?”
Fu Su looked at Wang Jian's tall and straight back.
Looking at her fair hands, she suddenly felt as if she was dreaming.
"Everything is hard to predict. I didn't expect that His Majesty would search for him thousands of times during his three eastern patrols. This life-prolonging treasure is actually in the hands of the Little Lord.”
Wang Jian turned around and looked at Sunplume Palace with a complicated expression.
Now that things had come to this, he could not persuade the Little Lord anymore.
He listened as the two of them walked away.
Lying on the bed, Ying Zimo snorted.
"Humph!"
"I naturally can't give you the Ginseng Fruit. I still have use for it, but I can still smell it."
Just now, two system notifications sounded in his mind.
Congratulations to user for increasing Fusu's lifespan and Great Qin's national fate. Rewards: Eidetic Memory.
Congratulations to user for increasing Wang Jian's lifespan and Great Qin's national fate. Reward: Compass.
There was no need to mention the compass.
One of the four great inventions. In this era where maps were still very crude, it was simply a cheat.
In the future, if Great Qin wanted to extend its influence overseas, it would need this item!
It was yet another miracle with epoch-making significance.
"Does photographic memory mean that your memory will become very good?”
"Then I'll hold a grudge even more."
Ying Zimo snorted.
She leaned her head against the pillow and closed her eyes, preparing to sleep.
He had been exhausted these days. He had been working in the official salt store, the Academy, the expedition to the Northern Frontier, and experimenting with black gunpowder. He had not had a good rest.
Just take it as a good rest.
A moment later, Ying Zimo fell asleep.
......
At the same time.
In the ancestral hall of the Gan residence.
A new ranking had been placed on it, and it belonged to the recently deceased Old Master Gan Tai.
"Teacher, don't worry. Even if you go, there are still students in the family to support you.”
After Feng Quji returned from court, he knelt in front of the ranking table.
Who would have thought that this legendary immortal pill that could prolong life was actually a life-threatening poison?
Originally, Gan Tai could still hold on for a few more days, but after consuming two immortal pills, he immediately died.
Losing the esteemed Old Master, who was like a stabilizing pillar, the situation of the aristocratic families would only become more difficult in the future.
"It would be great if that immortal pill could really extend one's life.”
The current head of the Gan family shook his head and sighed.
Old Gantai's death really couldn't be blamed on others.
After all, no one forced him to eat the immortal pill. Moreover, the Little Lord had clearly said that the pill was poisonous.
Unfortunately, no one listened to him at that time.
It was laughable that they wanted to extend the old master's life, but in the end, they lost him.
"I heard that Zimo was locked up by Imperial Father for causing trouble today?”
A surprised voice sounded.
The person walked forward and was welcomed by the attendant. He bowed perfunctorily towards the ranking table.
It was Huhai, who had just been released from the Black Tooth Prison.
When he heard that Ying Zimo was imprisoned by the First Emperor, he couldn't help but gloat.
Do you know how Huhai spent his days in Black Tooth Prison?
"I was just released, and Ying Zimo was immediately locked up.”
Huhai couldn't help but guess.
Did Ying Zimo fall out of favor with his father?
"Young Master Huhai, the Little Lord will be released in less than half a month.”
Feng Quji couldn't help but frown as he looked at Huhai, who seemed to be a little smug.
He had to admit that compared to the Little Lord, Huhai was extremely short-sighted.
Losing favor?
Anyone could see that the Emperor was too concerned about the safety of the Little Lord, so he kept a close watch on him to make him remember.
Besides, did someone really treat gunpowder as firecrackers?
The significance of this thing was probably comparable to the art of making paper!
"Young Master Huhai, you should focus on your studies during this period of time.”
Feng Quji sighed and advised.
From the attitude of the First Emperor today, the one who will lose favor is not the Little Lord, but you!
"I understand. There's no need for Minister Feng to persuade me.”
Huhai waved his hand.
It looked like he didn't listen at all.
If he had listened to others, he would not have been turned into Zhao Gao's puppet and caused Great Qin's tragedy.
"Forget it. The Imperial Academy is about to open, and it's extremely disadvantageous to my aristocratic family.”
"We should gather the elders to discuss how to change the nature of the Academy while the Little Lord is away since the opening of the Imperial Academy is a foregone conclusion."
Seeing this, Feng Quji did not say anything else.
Everyone from the aristocratic families immediately began to discuss.
The construction of the Hanlin Academy was already imperative.
With His Majesty's policies in place, no one dared to stop a chariot.
However, if the knowledge were to spread out without any scruples, their aristocratic families would lose their last foothold.
Since he could not stop it, he could only think of a way to reach out to the Academy and have a certain say.
The Gan, Meng, and Bai clans had all shed blood for Great Qin and had a long history.
There were many disciples in the clan, and there were also many erudite people.
For the seats in the Hanlin Academy, shouldn't His Majesty at least give a portion out for old times 'sake?
With the right to speak in the Imperial Academy, it was convenient to do many things.
The reason why the aristocratic families could occupy so many important seats in the royal court was precisely because of this.
"Also, I will take advantage of these few days to report to His Majesty about the positions that Little Lord has taken. It would be best if I can get them all back.”
"Although we don't have powerful existences like Meng Tian, Wang Jian, or Li Si, our foundation is still here.”
"We are as close as lips and teeth to Great Qin, so His Majesty will not reject us.”
"When the time comes, each family will send some disciples to enter the Imperial Academy.”
While the people of the three clans were discussing.
Huhai, on the other hand, had a strange expression on his face, as if he was holding back some evil thoughts.
..........
Zhang Tai Palace.
The sky gradually darkened.
Lights hung in the hall.
"Not only can this saltpeter be used to mix black gunpowder, but it can also be used to make ice?”
Looking at this diary, Ying Zheng felt as if a whole new world had been opened up.
Not only was there the refinement of black gunpowder, but there was also a lot of knowledge that he had never heard of before.
The First Emperor even asked the necromancers to bring some saltpeter.
He personally experimented!
When it was smashed into a copper basin filled with water, it actually formed ice!
"I can use saltpeter to create ice?”
Looking at the copper basin, Ying Zheng's pupils trembled.
The shattered ice inside was reflecting a brilliant light under the candlelight.
He could not believe his eyes.
This was something that only immortals could do in the legends, but now, it was something that he had personally created!
"No wonder Little Nineteen said that the Golden Stone Pill Art is not an immortal art.”
Ying Zheng recalled this sentence.
He finally understood what it meant!
The Golden Stone Pill Technique referred to the method for mortals to control the power of nature! Through continuous research, experimentation, and improvement.
However, even with the notes, Brother Zheng still didn't understand many of the principles.
"Ai, today this lord's tone was indeed too harsh. Little Nineteen, will you…"
A trace of regret appeared in Brother Zheng's heart, but it was immediately extinguished by him.
In any case, Old General Wang Jian and Fu Su had already gone to persuade him. Little Nineteen was not a child who held grudges.
He should have been coaxed over by now, right?
Brother Zheng could not help but relax.
Stomp--
Stomp--
The footsteps of two people came from outside the hall.
Was it Fu Su who had just returned from Sunfeather Palace? Who was the person following behind him?
Ying Zheng's eyes looked outside, and stopped on the tall and spirited general.
He knew all the civil and military officials.
Which general was this?
Why did it give him a familiar and unfamiliar feeling?
Suddenly.
The saltpeter in Ying Zheng's hand was crushed into countless pieces by his palm.
His expression was as if he had seen a ghost as he watched the general walk into the hall.
"You, you are…"
Ying Zheng stood up numbly, not sure yet.
He even suspected that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
"General Wang Jian greets Your Majesty!"
The person who followed behind Fu Su into the hall was none other than Wang Jian!
When he saw Ying Zheng again, Wang Jian's face was filled with excitement.
As for the shock,
That was for sure!
On the way, he repeatedly took out his sword as a mirror. This was not narcissism, but it was really hard to believe that he had really recovered to his prime!
It was simply appalling!
And all of this was because of a mystical fruit.
The immortal fruit in the hands of a young master was even more magical than the Immortal Medicine!
"General Wang Jian, what's going on with you? Did he encounter an immortal?"
No wonder he felt so familiar.
Back then, when Wang Jian led the Qin army to go out and wipe out the six countries, he was like this!
He was at least thirty years younger than before!
The worldview that Ying Zheng had just re-established after reading the Golden Stone Alchemy Technique was shattered again.
What happened to the golden stone alchemy technique?
Didn't you say that there were no immortal techniques?
Didn't you say we were going to talk about science?
Old General Wang Jian had regained his youth! You call this the law of nature?
"Your Majesty, there are no immortals in this world. Don't make wild guesses.”
Under Ying Zheng's gaze, Wang Jian felt uncomfortable and a little scared.
is also
His Majesty's desire for longevity was even stronger than his.
Many ambitions needed time to be realized.
However, His Majesty had also passed his prime and was beginning to feel powerless. After three rounds of eastern patrols, what he got in the end was a scam.
Now that he saw him regaining his youth, it was equivalent to seeing hope again!
But immortals
That really wasn't it!
"Fusu, why do you look so much better?”
"Father, as you can see, your son should have extended his life by several decades, but it has nothing to do with immortals.”
Fu Su smiled bitterly.
After hesitating for a moment, he said,"Actually, this is all because of Nineteenth Brother."”
"Little Nineteen?"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was stunned.
Extending his lifespan by dozens of years?
Wasn't Little Nineteen still in solitary confinement in Sunplume Palace?
What did this have to do with Wang Jian suddenly becoming a withered tree and becoming decades younger, and Fu Su claiming to extend his lifespan by decades?
Brother Zheng felt that he could not think straight.
"The reason why Old General Wang and I are like this is because we took a whiff of an immortal fruit in Nineteenth Brother's hand.”
"Your son suspects that it is very likely the legendary immortality medicine!”
Fu Su's expression was extremely serious.
He could still remember the fragrance. It was really a wanton spiritual energy, and it was indescribably beautiful.
Immortal fruit?
Immortal medicine?
In Little Nineteen's hands?
Just smelling it could extend one's lifespan by decades. If he ate it, it would be terrible!
Hearing this, Brother Zheng's head buzzed. He was almost overwhelmed by the huge surprise.
After digesting the information in his words, Ying Zheng's face, which had been filled with pleasant surprise just a moment ago, instantly darkened again.
"This little bastard, he actually found the Undying Medicine long ago? Then how could she watch her father be deceived by Xu Fu?”
Ying Zimo was wronged.
If they were here, they would definitely curse in their hearts.
Didn't I already write a report letter to you, Brother Zheng?
If you can't even trust a report letter, Brother Zheng, you won't even take it seriously if you say it verbally.
"Why didn't you take out this immortal fruit earlier? Hmph, hmph, you even gave it to Old General Wang and Fu Su first.”
Ying Zheng sounded displeased.
It was as if he had been betrayed.
"Imperial Father, 19th Brother seemed to have said that he wanted to give you a big treasure. In the end, you were so excited that you grounded him.”
"And you also said that the big baby doesn't want anything else.”
However, Fu Su did not have good judgment and even reminded him.
Brother Zheng:
It seemed to be true.
However, how could he have thought that this treasure was actually an immortal medicine?
He thought that it was something more terrifying than gunpowder.
Therefore, without asking why, he directly sent Little Nineteen to Yuyang Palace.
He had just said that he didn't want it, but now, he was hot enough to stick his face to his young son's cold butt. Brother Zheng also felt his face burning.
Beating up a child felt good, but coaxing a child into a crematorium was one thing.
However, Brother Zheng was the emperor after all. How could he lower his head to others?
After calming himself down, he tried his best to ask in a calm tone,
"How is Little Nineteen now?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's a little difficult. You also know the temper of the Little Lord."
Wang Jian also sighed.
"What did he say? Did you ask me to release him?"
Ying Zheng frowned.
If Ying Zimo felt lonely in Sunfeather Palace and didn't want to be confined, he would be punished.
Then Brother Zheng would just take advantage of the situation and let him out.
At that time, he would take the opportunity to think of a way to trick the Immortal Medicine into coughing. No, he would exchange it for it.
How could this matter between father and son be called cheating?
"Little Lord didn't make any requests. He seems to be angry with His Majesty.”
"He said that if Your Majesty wants that great treasure, you have to go to Sunplume Palace personally.”
Wang Jian helplessly relayed.
"You still want me to go personally? Looks like you have something to say to me. Alright, let's go to Sunplume Palace.”
Ying Zheng smiled.
He had even pulled a long face and personally made a move.
Little Nineteen would also obediently admit her mistake and take out the Immortal Medicine, right?
"Your Majesty, please."
Wang Jian was also accompanying him by the side.
He looked at Ying Zheng, who was obviously still in joy, with his eyebrows raised the entire time.
He could not help but sigh in his heart.
The Little Lord was different from ordinary children. It was probably impossible to use ordinary methods to coax him!
If he didn't make any requests, it could only mean that he would make a bigger request later.
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