I am not a seventh-generation descendant of Lord Wu'an from the Qin Dynasty.

Bai Qi was rambling incoherently. He put his hand to his forehead and tried to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Under Zhao Ji's teasing gaze, he tried his best to maintain his masculine dignity and said:

"There is indeed some distance between Xianyang and Yongcheng, so it's not possible to travel back and forth frequently in the short term."

"But I have ordered the Xunfeng of the reorganized Black Ice Platform to try to breed carrier pigeons, falcons, or even large eagles that can carry people, or rare and exotic animals."

Zhao Ji's phoenix eyes lit up. "Found it?"

Bai Qi leaned back. "How could it be so fast? Can't the Empress have a little patience?!"

Zhao Ji narrowed her eyes and raised her jade hand. Han Ji and the other women's eyes fell on her fingertips, eager to try.

Sensing the approaching danger, Bai Qi decisively raised his hands in surrender. "I heard that General Ji Wuye of the Korean Kingdom has an assassin organization called Bai Niao."

"I've heard there are large birds that can carry people," Bai Qi reminded her, afraid she wouldn't understand.

"In a single night, one can travel silently from Xianyang to Yongcheng, soaring through the highest heavens."

Zhao Ji's eyes gleamed with greed. "You won't give it to me? Or is it too difficult to take it?!"

Bai Qi changed the subject, saying, "I've heard that beyond the grasslands of Zhao, atop towering snow-capped mountains, there are also snow-capped eagles capable of carrying people."

"Then, there's the far west... Hiss, before we attack Han, we need to train our troops."

Zhao Ji licked her snow-white little tiger teeth and coldly demanded, "How long?"

The pain awakened Bai Qi's anger, and in an instant, the two switched the offensive and defensive positions.

"That depends on how much gold the Empress Dowager is willing to give up."

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji slightly beckoned with her jade hand, and Bai Qi's arms, though possessing the strength of a thousand pounds, were no match for seven hands and fourteen arms.

Faced with the overwhelming threat from Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, Bai Qi kept his lips tightly shut, appearing determined to fight to the death, refusing to give in.

"In matters of war, timing is crucial."

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji was powerless and could only send her two generals, "Hong'er, Han Ji, go!"

A cold smile appeared on Bai Qi's lips.

"That mere Han-Wei alliance? He already beat the Battle of Yique a long time ago!"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji seized the opportunity and softly called out, "My darling!"

The young palace maid with a baby face decisively stopped watching and launched a sneak attack from behind.

Without needing to give any orders, Qin Nu, a former assassin, had already spotted the flaw with her Twin Pearls Soul-Swallowing Technique and Soul-Destroying Technique. With one hand on each side, she firmly restrained the prisoner's five fingers.

The Chu swordswoman Shanshan blinked her beautiful eyes, a smile playing on her lips, her fingertips gently pinching the translucent white soft sword wrapped around her waist, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

Bai Qi shuddered uncontrollably, remembering the spinning top and the deadly eighteen squats he had just experienced.

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, confident of victory, sat regally on the bronze throne in the main hall, her phoenix eyes glancing sideways.

"Bai Qizi, what should we do now?"

"First, within a year, Bai, Bai Qi, first, we must seize the opportunity..."

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji shook her head; this was not what she wanted to hear, and a year was far too long.

She decided to intensify her efforts.

Qin Nu Shuangzhu's two identical faces had already begun to vaguely appear as if they were divided into four in Bai Qi's eyes.

Empress Dowager Zhao then prompted him, "I've heard that Bai Qizi's steed, the Snow-Treading Black Steed, can travel a thousand miles a day?"

Bai Qi smiled wryly: "Shanglin Garden is also for training soldiers and honing their martial skills. If they ride horses every day, it will be too conspicuous."

"Um?"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji exuded great power, her voice slightly deep.

Bai Qi gritted his teeth and refused to come out.

Seeing that her baby-faced, delicate child was of no use, Empress Dowager Zhao frowned slightly, her phoenix eyes narrowing. "Once every three days?"

Bai Qi's eyes flickered. "Shanglin Garden is divided among eight armies, equipped with cavalry, archery, crossbows, and armor. The Empress Dowager can choose one. Bai Qi can have one day off every seven days and rotate between the four locations."

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji showed her displeasure, "Only seven days a month? How can that be acceptable? It's too few!"

"It's Qi Ye!" Bai Qi stood up, shaking his head. "During the day, Bai Qi has to train troops, so he probably won't have time to serve the Empress Dowager."

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji's eyelids fluttered as she looked at the group of useless people behind Bai Qi, and her gaze subconsciously shifted to the last hope, Chu Nu Shan Shan.

However, Bai Qi, who had already mastered gunfighting, would not allow her to provoke him and quickly dismounted the already half-exhausted woman.

With a swipe of his long spear, he swept her aside, where she rolled and remained motionless.

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, feeling guilty, rose and moved a few steps, saying, "Bai Qizi, I am the Empress Dowager of the Great Qin."

A sinister smile slowly crept onto Bai Qi's lips. "The one Bai Qi wants to whip is the disobedient Empress Dowager of Qin!"

As he spoke, he disregarded Zhao Ji's weak resistance, which was a mixture of reluctance and acceptance, and flipped her over on the bronze throne, pressing his five fingers down on her back like mountains.

"My Empress Dowager, there's no one who can save you now!"

This time, Bai Qi was determined to punish Zhao Ji, but he was afraid that Zhao Ji would stage another attack by multiple people.

Therefore, even after Zhao Ji was exhausted, Bai Qi continued to whip her.

He sliced ​​his fingertip, and a drop of blood from his heart overflowed, which he fed to her.

Her physical energy was restored instantly, but her spirits grew increasingly exhausted.

Time flies.

Sun rises and moon sets, stars appear and the moon disappears.

……

Nine days later.

sunset.

Bai Qizi staggered out of the Ganquan Palace in Yongcheng, his steps unsteady, and sighed:

"When it comes to racking up achievements, Gan Quan Palace is definitely the fastest!"

[Da Qin Nong/General: Bai Qi]

Attack: 18+3

Physical Fitness: 18+3

[Mental state: 15+1]

【耕地种田·8级：743/800（耕地+80%，种田+80%）】

【射箭矛刺·5级：402/500（射箭+50%，矛刺+50%）】

【骑兵统御·4级：323/400（骑兵+40%，统御+40%）】

[Blood Nerve - Level 1: 20/100 (Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is heroism, slaughtering nine million is heroism among heroes. Blood Spirit: 95/Blood Spirit Guard: 1 (Yue'er/Zhao Ji/Han Ji/Hong'er...))]

During his visit to Ganquan Palace in Yongcheng, his skills in farming and archery both increased by one level.

Meanwhile, the trials in Shanglin Garden, stretching 360 li from Lishan to Yongcheng, continued relentlessly, and for him, the Inspector of Military Affairs, who worked day and night, his cavalry command level was raised to 4.

His attack power, physique, and spirit have all been enhanced, which is the biggest reason why Bai Qi is becoming stronger and stronger in battle.

You should know that last time, with the double bonus from the two Ji characters and the addition of Hong'er as support, he still had to lean against the wall to get out.

This time, he fought against the Chu Sword Maiden Dance Troupe and the slightly flawed Seven Kingdoms Alliance, yet he still managed to win.

How could he not be overjoyed by such a rapid pace of progress?

"This time, I will train my troops until they are invincible before I emerge from seclusion! The Eight Colonels of Shanglin Garden, here I come!"

But behind his joyful strides, beneath the towering palace of Ganquan, an invisible and intangible threat was quietly brewing.

The baby-faced girl pouted her red lips and said discontentedly, "Empress Dowager, how can you spoil a man like this?"

"Give him gold if he wants gold, give him people if he wants people. They debase themselves like this, yet he still tries to squeeze money out of you to build some broken repeating crossbow."

Hong'er glanced at her spotless treasure chest, her eyes sparkling, and covered her mouth with a coquettish laugh.

"Are you complaining on behalf of the Empress Dowager, or are you heartbroken that your own savings of three hundred taels of gold are gone?"

The little girl pouted her red lips high; they were almost big enough to carry a baby.

She didn't want to pout, but the fat sausage wouldn't allow it.

Zhao Ji rested her smooth, jade-like face on her hand, her gaze lingering on the departing figure in the distance.

"I am getting old after all, while Bai Qizi is in the prime of his life. A thirty-year-old Empress Dowager is bullying a young man of sixteen or seventeen, so shouldn't she be a little more indulgent? Bring some tea!"

"The Empress Dowager is in her prime, she's not old at all." Hong'er handed her a cup of chilled tea.

Zhao Ji took a small sip, then frowned and waved her hand dismissively, pushing the sip back.

"Change to another cup!"

Hong'er was puzzled. She glanced down at it, her cheeks immediately flushing red. She couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You can drink it hot, but not cold, right?"

"Well, what can we do when the Empress Dowager is the master? Making tea takes some effort, so you'll just have to wait!"

Jiao'er raised her hand, staggered to her feet, and said, "Then, shall I go to the inner room to get the medicine to brew for Sister Hong'er?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, both Hong'er and Zhao Ji's expressions changed drastically, and they said in unison.

"Need not!"

The two exchanged a glance. Zhao Ji awkwardly looked away, while Hong'er smoothed her matted hair and chuckled softly.

"The Empress Dowager's medicine can only be prepared by the closest people to her. You are not up to the task."

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes bypassing the pouting Hong'er and landing on the drowsy face of the Qin woman Shuangzhu.

"You two little sluts, have you forgotten your duty as bodyguards?"

At this moment, her voice was high and mighty, and she had regained the supreme majesty of the Empress Dowager of Qin.

Mi Hun struggled to get up, but Zhuan Po reached out to stop her, "Little sister, you just ran from Lishan to Yongcheng, more than 360 li. You should rest well this time. I'll go."

Miehun gently called out "Sister," but unfortunately, she was too exhausted to even open her eyes.

In her daze, she only saw her sister struggle to plunge into the water for a quick rinse, put on the assassin's leather jacket, and stagger away into the distance.

In her hazy state, she seemed to see two people whispering furtively again. It looked like…

"Your Majesty, is it time to take your medicine?"

"bitter!"