As a result, after Qin's technical level had stagnated for more than a hundred years, he finally began a rapid breakthrough again.

This also made the people of Qin more and more in awe of Ye Ting. King Qin Zhuangxiang even assigned all the alchemists of the Qin State to Ye Ting's command and let him manage, with the goal of promoting technological progress.

And the alchemists were very happy about it. Although Ye Ting's appearance was so young, these alchemists, even if they had a lot of beards among them, ran into the ruins day by day, making small things to Ye Tingfu. Very respectful, even lip service to Mr.

As for Ye Ting, in addition to writing out translations of the techniques he has learned and handing them to them, he would occasionally call them.

In this way, Ye Ting's prestige began to deepen in the entire Qin State-not from the bonus brought by blood, but from the true love.

In the afternoon of this day, Ye Ting was still as usual, holding bamboo slips in his hand, sitting lazily on the recliner while reading a book and basking in the sun.

Although the remains are in the mountains, under the action of magic, the weather outside the mountains is completely projected on the ceiling-just like the lobby of Hogwarts-the afternoon sun shines warmly on Everything in Ye Ting was so beautiful.

On Ye Ting's lap, sitting a girl in a Gothic loli costume, lying in a man's arms with a lazy appearance, looked at the same bamboo slip with him, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

Drinking tea, reading a book in the arms of a man, watching girls' indifferent movements, obviously such intimacy is their daily life.

As Ye Ting's subordinates, the alchemists all knew his habits at this time of the day, so no matter how they were, they would not disturb the warmth of the two at this time.

However, just today, the warmth was broken.

Panicked footsteps sounded, and soon the door was opened with a "knocking" sound, and an alchemist broke in breathlessly.

The person here is the leader of the alchemist of the Qin State, and he is considered to be a national teacher. He has always been well-dressed, slow and tidy, and never neglected in etiquette.

But how embarrassed he is now!

The originally neat robes were messy, and the bands were skewed. For the old man over seventy years of age, it is obvious that such intense exercise is difficult for him. If it were not for the prohibition of spells in the ruins, he would not be so tired. profit.

There must be a reason for such a big man to be like this.

"What's the matter?" Ye Ting looked at the door.

"Interrupt the lady's tea time, if there is no valid reason, don't blame me for turning you into a bug!" Dan Trian's dissatisfied voice sounded.

"Sorry, Master Zhao Zheng, Master Dantrian, I am sorry for being rude, but something big has happened."

After some relief, the visitor finally said the reason.

"King Qin, died."

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"King Qin... is dead?" Ye Ting's pretty eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle when he heard the news.

But that's it.

King Qin was nothing more than the king of a country, but to him it was nothing. To him, he was the one who temporarily took care of the throne. Even if he died, it was not worth his sorrow.

And Dantrian even snorted and stopped making a statement.

The alchemist didn’t care about Ye Ting’s indifference at all, or was accustomed to it. Except for the little girl in his arms, he had never seen this adult smile at anyone, as if nothing was left by him. In my heart.

Although he personally felt that such an indifferent person was very scary, but as the person in charge of all alchemists in Daqin in the past, he instead believed that a person with such a personality was suitable to become a king.

After all, he is a king, who is above 10,000 people, and any decision will affect the fate of a country. Such a person should not have too much emotion. Only in this way, his judgment will not be interfered by redundant offices. Always make the most correct choice and let the country walk on the most correct path.

However, he himself was quite sad about the death of the monarch. You know, this is the third monarch to die in three years.

It's as if this position is cursed.

I hope that the person in front of you can end this tragic fate.

Thinking of this, his waist bends deeper.

"Yes," he replied, "At the moment of Shen Shi, Wang Xie was in the palace, waiting to go to the funeral, but the country cannot be left alone for a day. The ministers bowed to the sires to return to the court to preside over the overall situation."

"I see."

Ye Ting nodded, put the scroll aside, and stood up holding Dantrian.

"It's really troublesome to say," she drank the last sip of the tea, and the female devil complained, "I know that the pale-faced man with kidney deficiency does not live long, but why he died so quickly? This does not mean that we Can't you stay here and read?"

Hearing this, the alchemist's waist bends lower, this kind of blasphemous words against the newly dead King Qin...

He felt that he had heard something he shouldn't have, and quickly pretended not to hear it.

But neither Ye Ting nor Dan Trian noticed him, they didn't care at all.

"No way, there is something to do after all."

Ye Ting shrugged, and then knocked the girl's head: "Also, who taught you the word kidney deficiency? Don't learn these messy things at the little girl's house."

"Giggle, you said with a guilty conscience." Dantrian heard this, clutching her forehead and let out a silver bell-like whisper, "Is it talking about your pain?"

"Do you want to try it?"

Being so ironic by the girl, Ye Ting suddenly lifted her up and stared at her eyes: "I won't be merciful because of your figure."

"Slightly, you can try it if you have the ability!"

With a provocative look, Dantrian stuck out his tongue at the man.

"Is the foolish monkey confused by my noble and beautiful appearance? It's a pity that every time I say it with a guilty heart!"

"I just feel panicked!"

...

While being so noisy, Ye Ting led Dantrian and followed the old alchemist all the way to the outside of the ruins.

This place where they stayed for three years is finally leaving.

Surrounded by the alchemists and soldiers, Ye Ting, the quasi-Qin king, left Lishan and left here in a carriage.

Sitting in the carriage with two cats and a little loli in his arms, Ye Ting, feeling the continuous rolling of the wheels, suddenly turned his head thoughtfully and looked in the direction of Lishan.

"Did you find out? That breath."

Yu Jie's voice resounded in her heart, it was Bastet.

"Yes, it is a breath that is very similar to the fantasy species, maybe it is a real fairy."

Ye Ting agreed, then turned his head back indifferently and stopped paying attention.

Far on the top of Lishan.

No one noticed that on the top of the rock that should have been deserted, there stood a girl who was like a fairy of nine heavens.