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Seeing the smile on Shuixuan's face, Miaoyu immediately raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "I know a little about medicine, but I just caught a cold, it's nothing serious. I'll just rest for two days, so I won't bother the prince anymore." .”

Whether he meant well or not, he was clearly here to see her laugh.

When Shui Rong heard the words, it became clear that Miaoyu entered Buddhism because he had been sick since childhood. He became a doctor after a long period of illness, and he knew medical principles no matter what. What's more, his master not only studied congenital Yishu intensively, but was also a good hand in the apricot forest. Yes, he has inherited the mantle after all.

But then again, this master's wife was too petty to drive people away just because he couldn't tell him.

Shui Rong knew in his heart that Master Tai was out of temper, so he said nicely: "A doctor doesn't heal himself. We have invited doctors on both sides. It's okay to see. The one who came is a girl, so Master Tai doesn't need to avoid anything."

Miaoyu heard the words and stared at the young man, her heart moved slightly. She kept her illness secret and refused to seek medical treatment. It was more or less because of the male groom. Unexpectedly, the young man actually invited a female servant, who really knew her and understood her.

Sakura's lips twitched slightly, wanting to stop him with words, but seeing his kindness, she refused and remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Shui Rong understood clearly that Miaoyu was an arrogant master. If she didn't deny it, she would be acquiescing to it. If he pressed for the truth, it would seem that his emotional intelligence was too low, so he asked someone to invite the girls waiting outside.

After a while, the girl came in, took Miaoyu's pulse and said softly: "I just suffered a little bit of wind and cold. It's nothing serious. I'll be fine after a few days of rest. It's just..."

After saying that, the girl told Miaoyu: "Looking at the look on Master Tai's face, it seems that she is thinking too much and is restless. If I prescribe some calming medicine, it won't be a big deal."

From the moment she entered the room, she observed the master's expression. There was a faint dark blue color between his eyebrows. Coupled with the weak heart pulse, it was not just insomnia caused by restlessness.

Miaoyu was silent when she heard the words. She was also proficient in medical science and understood the joints. However, her thoughts were too overwhelming. Miaoyu glanced at the young man, and a strange light flashed through her cold bright eyes.

After the girl wrote down the prescription, she left after giving instructions. Shui Rong handed the prescription to the maid to brew it. In a blink of an eye, Shui Rong and Miaoyu were the only two people left in the room.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became quiet. Shui Rong looked at Master Tai, who had lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and asked pointedly: "Master Tai is thinking too much, but what's bothering you?"

When Miaoyu heard this, her Qinglie face became even redder, and Fangxin felt ashamed and annoyed. Why did she think too much? It wasn't because the young man's words confused her mood, and the young man no longer came to Cuicui'an for food. After discussing Taoism over tea, my heart became even more depressed, and some spirits were not kept in mind, so that inner demons entered my body.

Yesterday at midnight, in a daze, she was no longer in the nunnery. She saw the matchmaker pulling and helping her into the car, and she was walking in the sedan chair crying. In the blink of an eye, she entered the Beijing Prince's Palace and entered the bridal chamber. The happy groom and the groom are the young man in front of him.

It was a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the mandarin ducks were sleeping in pairs under the quilt. Suddenly, they felt the Zen bed shaking like thousands of horses galloping.

After a while, another thief robbed her. They held her with a knife and a stick, and tore her clothes with a ferocious smile. She had to cry for help. During the struggle, she tore off the cloth that covered the thief's face. The young man in front of her looked like him again. I don't know how, but I accepted it calmly. For a moment, I was like a small boat in the vast ocean, ups and downs.

There were people going back and forth, left and right, forcing her to take care of her husband and raise her children.

She had always thought highly of herself and had extremely high demands on herself. She would not allow herself to hear about such vulgar and obscene things, let alone think about them. Therefore, this dream was so frightening that she broke into a cold sweat, and she felt sick afterwards. Cool.

After all, the young man in front of her is her "inner demon", but how could she say these words to the young man clearly? This does not mean that her six roots are unclean and her fate is not over.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu said calmly: "The poor nun studied the Buddhist scriptures and was trance-like for a moment. There is nothing to worry about."

Hearing this, Shui Rong understood the duplicity of the master's words. He also roughly guessed that it was his almost confessional words that stained the aloof and holy master, so he smiled pointedly and said: "I drank tea and discussed the Tao earlier. I talked freely with my teacher, and even when I admired my teacher, I didn’t shy away from it. I originally thought that my teacher was a close person, but I didn’t expect that now my teacher is so evasive. It’s really sad, but it’s just me being sentimental.”

When Miao Yu heard Shui Rong talk about Taoism while drinking tea, she felt sentimental in her heart, but she didn't know how. Although the two of them talked mostly tit for tat, they talked freely and it was really pleasant. Later, she heard the young man say "admiration", and he was a close friend. , the pale face flushed slightly, a flash of panic flashed through the clear and bright eyes, and the inner lake that had been silent for a long time was turbulent.

However, the young man's final sigh made Master Tai look bleak. What she wanted to say was that the young man was not being sentimental, and she also felt that the young man was a close person.

These ups and downs of state of mind made Master Miaoyu's already frail face look even paler, and she couldn't help but sweat a little on her forehead.

After a moment of silence, Master Miaoyu raised her clear eyes and glanced at the young man. Then she lowered her eyes and said quietly: "The poor nun was haunted by nightmares yesterday, which made him uneasy. He just suffered from some wind."

She really couldn't be shy about the young man treating each other sincerely. If he ruined this friendship, yes, it was just a feeling of confidant, nothing more.

Although the beauty never mentioned what kind of nightmare she had, she could tell from her expression that as he thought, the master's nightmare must have been caused by him.

Thinking about it carefully, this was also the hint given by Master Gao Ao to him, indicating that Shui Rong was not being sentimental, but that the beauty was too arrogant and did not make it clear.

Literary young girls are always too reserved. What they pursue is illusory resonance. If you continue to ask, she will think you are as stupid as an ox.

Shui Rong didn't expose it, his eyes fell on the tea cup on the small table, he reached out to hold it and sipped it, well, he was just thirsty.

Miaoyu's eyes saw the young man holding her and sipping tea from a cup. Her beautiful eyes were startled, and her fair cheeks turned red. Then she lowered her eyebrows and looked at the brocade quilt embroidered with red apricots, silently.

Shui Rong didn't seem to pay attention, and said softly to himself: "The tea is sweet and not bad. It reminds me of Master Miaoyu's skill in making tea. When Master Miaoyu's health improves, I will come to see Master again to taste tea and discuss Taoism." good?"

When Miaoyu heard this, her red jade cheeks became more and more bloody, an inexplicable strangeness flashed in her cold eyes, and her silent heart began to throb.

It was originally a tasteless tea, where did the sweetness come from? What does this mean? He is really a deceiver, just like in a nightmare.

But how can I not feel bored?

She also understood the intention of the young man's words. He drank from the tea cup she had used and talked about the Tao while drinking tea. She was undoubtedly waiting for her response. She knew in her heart that if she refused verbally, she would be afraid of the young man's temper. Will not be returning.

She was originally an outsider and had the intention to refuse. However, yesterday's nightmare was immersed in her and she was deeply immersed in it. Deep in her heart, she longed to get close to the young man and have tea and talk with him.

Yes, just drinking tea and discussing Taoism, nothing else.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu glanced at the warm young man, and said with a slight tremor in her cold voice: "Your Majesty is willing to deign to condescend to me, and I am naturally waiting for you."

She was very wise and did not mention her previous statement about "not disturbing Qing Xiu".

"Eagerly awaiting" is an easy word to use. For Miaoyu, who has a noble nature, being able to say this word is like a confession. Although it seems plain, it is filled with nameless heat.

Shui Rong smiled knowingly and said softly: "Okay, Master Tai is not feeling well and should rest early. I will go back first and I will have tea and discuss Taoism with Master Tai in two days."

After all, it is a sick body, and it is not easy to do much if it is water-soluble.

Hearing this, Miaoyu raised her clear jade face and looked at the young man. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart felt a little reluctant, but her expression remained as usual and she said in a clear voice: "Then Prince, please go slowly."

Shui Rong nodded, said nothing else, stood up and left.

Miaoyu looked at the disappearing figure, and her eyes slowly fell on the empty tea cup on the small table. Her cheeks turned red. If it were anyone else, she would have felt that she had to smash it, but this was used by the young man, and she didn't feel disgusted at all. She didn't think anything of it. There are some differences.

Pursing her pink lips, she suddenly felt thirsty in her mouth. Miaoyu opened her brocade quilt and stood up. With a blushing face, she carried the tea cup on the small table and walked to the table. She held the teapot in Su's hand and poured a cup of tea. Qi Hong pursed her lips.

"It really has a hint of sweetness."

Chapter 262 Princess Beijing: Mother-in-law is half a mother

"bang bang bang"

In the palace, in the martial arts arena, a group of armored soldiers held fire blunderbuss, kneeling and shooting with standard action postures and tall and straight bodies. They immediately retreated without any delay, and skillfully loaded the ammunition, while the other group followed closely. Then, for a while, gunfire continued in the martial arts arena.

On the high platform, Emperor Yongkang, who was wearing an apricot-yellow robe, watched this scene with deep eyes and asked in a clear voice: "Xiao Liu, is this the fire blunderbuss that you asked me for from the military craftsman earlier?"

As an emperor, you have to keep your countenance unchanged even if Mount Tai collapses in front of you, so as to prevent your ministers from finding out your thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Shui Rong moved closer and responded, "That's right. What do you think, Brother Huang?"

That's right, Shui Rong asked a military craftsman to improve firearms before. Now that the fire blunderbuss has been effective, he asked Emperor Yongkang to take a look. After all, without the permission of the emperor, Shui Rong, even the governor, could do nothing.

Emperor Yongkang did not answer. There was a hint of novelty in his stern eyes, and he ordered: "Take it up and have a look."

When Shui Rong heard this, he was interested. After all, these new guns were of high quality, and they had specially prepared tactics just to demonstrate in front of the emperor, so he didn't say much and just made some gestures. As the leader of the personal guards, Shui Rong understood. Feng Ziying held the firecracker respectfully, and the eunuch took it over and presented it to the emperor.

Emperor Yongkang took the musket and looked at it carefully. With a hint of doubt in his brows, he asked, "How can you shoot this musket without a match rope?"

Although he is the emperor, Emperor Yongkang still knows a thing or two about firearms. The fire blunderbuss in his hand is not much different from the original matchlock gun, but it does not have a matchlock.

In his mind, firearms still had to be ignited before they could sound, which was beyond his comprehension.

Shui Rong heard the words and replied: "Brother Emperor, there is a piece of flint on the jaw of the hammer of the fire gun. If you need to shoot, just pull the trigger, and under the action of the spring, hit the flint heavily on the edge of the fire door, risking that A spark ignites the gunpowder, and you can shoot.”

This is the flintlock gun. The water solution specifically designated to find "flint" to replace the match rope. The military craftsmen had a direction, which was hundreds of times better than aimless research and development. Under the operation of the brain, after day and night research, finally it was Developed, this was an era-changing progress within the Daqian Dynasty.

Although Emperor Yongkang didn't know much about it, he understood that it was this "flint" that replaced the match rope. He knew that the matchlock gun would be like scrap metal if it couldn't catch fire in windy and rainy weather, so he could solve this problem now.

Moreover, the segmented shooting of the water-soluble display solves the gap for loading ammunition and maintains intensive firepower, which undoubtedly improves the combat effectiveness of the fire gun.

Emperor Yongkang understood the convenience of firearms. After all, training archers requires long-term practice and well-developed chest and back muscles, while muskets only require the ability to load ammunition, and there is a huge difference in personnel reserves.

Comparatively speaking, this new firearm looks good and has a lot going for it.

On one side, a gleam flashed in the eyes of King Yong, who was wearing a python robe. He had just gone to the Chinese Army Governor's Mansion to deliver official documents as a "routine" before. He happened to meet Shui Rong and asked his father to see the new fire gun. He had other thoughts. We came here together and saw that my father seemed to be quite interested, so I started to think about it.

Emperor Yongkang was overjoyed when he came. He glanced at King Zhongshun out of habit and asked, "Eighth brother, what do you think?"

King Zhongshun had been observing carefully, and he roughly knew what he was thinking, so he said: "Brother, I think the new firearms are very good. If they are equipped with large-scale army equipment, they will definitely be more powerful. However, I found that some of the firearms misfired." .”

At this point, King Zhongshun said no more. The items brought to the emperor for inspection must have been carefully selected. However, even so, there are still a few shots that cannot be fired. If it is pushed forward, the problem of blind fire will become a problem. More serious.

To put it bluntly, that was just a slap in Shui Rong's face. After all, they could all see that Shui Rong was extremely interested in firearms.

Emperor Yongkang frowned after hearing this. Previously, he only paid attention to the novel fire blunderbuss and didn't care about anything else. Now that King Zhongshun mentioned it, he remembered that it was true.

At the same time, Emperor Yongkang also understood what King Zhongshun meant, and his interest suddenly decreased.

Shui Rong understood the words and couldn't help but look at King Zhongshun. His "cousin" was very observant and discovered the shortcomings at once, so Shui Rong said bluntly without hiding anything: "Brother, Huo The "flint" embedded in the blunderbuss is not stable enough, and it is indeed difficult to ignite the gunpowder, so that misfires occasionally occur. However, matchlock guns also have this problem. In comparison, new firearms do not need to ignite the matchlock, and only need to pull the trigger again. That’s it, it’s a lot more convenient.”

There is no way to deal with the problem of water-soluble technology. After all, this is a limitation of the times and can only be developed slowly.

Emperor Yongkang and King Zhongshun didn't say much after hearing this. After all, this fire blunderbuss that does not require a match rope is already a powerful weapon. If it has no shortcomings, it is a divine weapon.

After groaning, Emperor Yongkang said, "How much does it cost?"

At present, the new firearms are very effective and can replace the matchlock guns in the current firearms camp. However, the most critical issue is the cost. If it is too high, it will undoubtedly add insult to injury to the already poor treasury.

Shui Rong responded: "About six taels."

Emperor Yongkang was silent when he heard this. Generally speaking, the cost of a matchlock gun is about four taels, and this new type of gun is almost half the price. If this continues, the burden on the treasury will become even heavier.

Seeing this, Shui Rong understood clearly that the reason why Emperor Yongkang hesitated was because of the problem of the treasury. Without rice, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal. If there is no money, everything is empty talk.

However, Shui Rong already had a countermeasure for this, and he handed over his hand and said: "Brother Emperor, in fact, there is no need to promote all the new fire guns. We will first make a batch and send them to the border, try the effectiveness and then talk about other things."

The most important thing at the moment is to let Emperor Yongkang understand the importance of firearms. After all, the future world will depend on firearms. Only by paying attention can the research on firearms develop healthily.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Shui Rong takes it for granted.

When Emperor Yongkang heard this, he looked at Shui Rong calmly, and couldn't help but care about it in his heart.

Emperor Yongkang didn't care much about these "strange and obscene techniques". He just looked at Shui Rong and was very interested in them, and for a while he felt it was hard to say no.

If it were to be extended to the whole army, he would not agree, but it was not a bad idea to make a batch. There happened to be a lot of friction at the border, so it would be good to send some new firecrackers there to try their effectiveness.

Thinking of this, Emperor Yongkang looked at Shuirong and said with a smile: "Xiao Shiliu's words are reasonable, then I will leave this matter to you."

Shui Rong raised his brows when he heard this, and immediately refused: "Brother, I am only responsible for opening my mouth. Don't leave it to me to do things with my body. Let my cousin Zhongshun do it. He is just suitable. If it is not possible, which minister should I let him do?" Just go and supervise it."

Although the manufacture of firearms is a matter of the "War Bureau", it is not only related to one department, but also the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of War are involved. This is also a troublesome matter to coordinate.

He should hide away from troublesome things if he can. He didn't want to bother with it. He had this free time, so he might as well go home to accompany his wife. Moreover, with his status, there was no need to jump up and down in the court. If he didn't want Yongkang to Emperor understands the importance of firearms, so he will not waste them.

King Zhongshun: "."

"Brother Imperial, I am very busy with official duties in the Household Department, so I am afraid that I am incapable of doing anything else."

He already had a lot to do, and he had to add another errand to him. The sixteenth brother was not trying to trick him. Anyway, he had to clarify the matter first and let Emperor Yongkang tell others to do it. It was not a big deal.

At this time, King Yong couldn't hold himself back any longer. He came out and said respectfully, "My son, I am willing to share my father's worries."

For King Yong, who has been away from the court for a long time, he cannot let go of any opportunity. What he needs now is political achievements, and flies are still meat even when they are young.

Moreover, this matter was approved by the Emperor Father and was a matter of great importance to Uncle Sixteen. It was simply a matter of killing two birds with one stone.