"Brother, help me!" Xiao Ruoyuan, with his hair half askew and ragged clothes, ran to Pinghu Qiuyue's spacious pavilion and hid behind Du Che, shivering. Who taught Prince Teng the new swordsmanship? It was not a method he was familiar with. He had seen Mu... Yuan Ruren's swordsmanship before. It was decisive and direct, but not that sharp. Prince Teng's new swordsmanship is very murderous.
Du Che raised his hand to block Li Yuanying's dagger, and the pencil in his hand was split in half. He quickly withdrew his hand, looked at Li Yuanying in surprise, and asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, what did Eleven do to make you So angry?"
Prince Teng's temper is a little weird, but who doesn't have a little temper? No matter how strange it is, it can't be blamed on the third senior brother. He is by no means the kind of violent person who is so domineering that he would hurt others with his hands.
"He sent last night's lyrics back to Chang'an without my permission. My brother will leave for Yangzhou three days later." Li Yuanying glared at Xiao Ruoyuan angrily, put away his dagger Lin Sou, and sat opposite Du Che. "It's not that I don't want him to come over, but..."
He picked up the teacup and made a "ton" sound, drank it all in one gulp, and said a little tiredly: "He is different from us. He is the king of a country. That poem should not be passed down to him."
Although I missed my original relatives last night, I missed Li Erfeng's old face even more. Because I know that there is no point in missing my original relatives. I can't see them again. Unless... I can travel back again, but it may not be that time when I go back. , things are the same and people are not the same, everything is the normal state of life.
"Your Majesty, when your Majesty comes to Yangzhou, you should also want to see Hangzhou Bay." Du Che slapped Xiao Ruoyuan with his backhand, knocked him to the ground, and said softly. "Also, the reason why the prince is not allowed to return to Chang'an should be because of the objections of the important officials in the temple."
Having worked with Tang Jian, Wei Zheng, and Li Jing for a long time, and recently dealing with Fang Xuanling and Changsun Wuji, I can deduce some context about the thoughts of those big guys.
He smiled meaningfully and said, "The weather is getting colder and it's going to snow."
"Are they afraid that Prince Teng will go back and bury people in snow?" Xiao Ruoyuan quietly pushed him to the corner to avoid being beaten again.
Li Yuanying raised his hand to rub his forehead. Those cowardly people were not afraid that he would go back and bury someone in the snow. They were clearly afraid that he would go back and punch the master to death and pull out the fox's tail that they had tried so hard to hide.
"Probably because he is worried that his incompetent son will be beaten by Prince Teng, and after the beating, he will be sent to the corner of the corner for labor reform." Du Che changed his pen and continued to draw sketches, and said casually. "The success of Yang Yuzhi and Fang Yiai is an exception in their eyes. Not only is it an exception, but the prince deliberately let the third senior brother get away with it. They don't understand the third senior brother's character, and they don't want to understand."
The existence of Yunhe Mansion has indeed improved the status of craftsmen, and has made the Ministry of Works slightly less important than the Ministry of Civil Affairs. However, most people still compliment them with smiles on the surface. In their hearts, they despise craftsmen crazily and think that they belong to low status. .
In less than ten years, it was impossible to change the minds of those who considered themselves disciples of saints.
"When brother returns to Chang'an, we will travel together. I also miss the plum blossoms in the mansion and the mountains and rivers of Furong Garden." Li Yuanying understood Du Che's unfinished words. The iron bird made by Ye Fashan can go to Chang'an. Show your face and open the eyes of those rubes.
Du Che handed the sketch to Li Yuanying, "The landscape of Furong Garden is silent. I can go to Zhongnan Mountain to find some herbs and transplant them to Shugang. If it works, I can experiment further south."
Seeing the sketch on the bamboo paper, Li Yuanying's eyes widened, and he asked tentatively with some stuttering: "This...this...is this a power generation...generator component?"
"The original structure was not reasonable enough and the requirements for pulverized coal were too general. Incomplete combustion or even flameout accidents often occurred." Du Che pointed to several locations on the sketch and explained softly. "And based on the current structure, I think we can start the hydroelectric power generation you envisioned, which can not only regulate the flow of rivers, but also partially solve the transportation problem of pulverized coal, especially Jiannan Road and Lingnan Road."
It can also be planned near Sanmenxia. Luoyang's electricity consumption will not be much less than Chang'an. However, the sediment accumulation problem mentioned by King Teng also needs to be carefully considered and the problem of hanging rivers on the ground needs to be avoided.
"For the problem of hydropower generation, we need to invite Wei Sanyang and Zhang Gong back." Li Yuanying saw that there were at least 50% similar sketches to those when he visited the power plant, and his hands
He rubbed his face, picked up the pencil on the side and sketched out several locations, marked them with serial numbers, then pulled a new piece of bamboo paper and drew the differences in order of serial numbers.
Du Che's eyes became wider and wider following the tip of Li Yuanying's pen... He knew that Prince Teng had been hiding his strength!
Xiao Ruoyuan looked at the two people who were drawing and looking at the pictures quietly. He rubbed his sore arm and quietly came over. When he saw the picture drawn by Li Yuanying, he opened his mouth in surprise... Prince Teng is a big liar!
Fang Xuanling and Li Jing received Ye Fashan's notice and walked quickly to Pinghu Qiuyue... They were old and couldn't walk much faster if they wanted to. When they walked over, they saw the disheveled Prince Teng drawing a picture, and the ragged Xiao Shiyi was stunned. Du Siliang, who was wearing a narrow-sleeved robe, opened his mouth and his eyes were as wide as copper bells: What is the direction of this story?
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"Tengzhou is already so prosperous!" Du Chuke, who was notified that he was going with him the next day, was surprised to see the rows of houses on both sides of the canal, the green flags of wine shops fluttering in the wind, the salesmen coming and going with poles, and the weeping willows on the shore. Compared with the crowded Chang'an West Market, it has a calm and busy atmosphere.
Li Daozong pointed to the arch bridge not far away and said with a smile: "The arch bridge here has been rebuilt three times. The osmanthus tree beside the bridge is the century-old osmanthus tree that Wei Shaoqing found in the mountains, so it is named osmanthus bridge. The flowers bloom ten miles away. Fragrant."
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls in the river, which makes it even more beautiful. Prince Teng's aesthetics was better than his temper, not even a little bit better. If his temper were as good as his aesthetics, their work would really be much easier.
"Wei Shaoqing is really a god-like figure." Du Chuke followed Li Daozong's hand and saw the osmanthus tree. There were already buds dotting the crown, and the flowers should bloom in the next few days.
But why do those immortals gather around the unlearned King Teng? It's not that the poems and articles written by King Teng are not good, but that he usually lives a very casual life. He is not painting a boat and listening to music, or dancing endlessly in front of the beauties' tent. He occasionally holds banquets, which are also utilitarian places with various calculations, not poetry. A gathering of wise men and women.
"Chengfan, Tengzhou is really amazingly beautiful. It's even more beautiful than you originally said." Xiao Yu walked over with her hands behind her back. There were fewer and fewer people on both sides of the river bank, and the patches of cotton were already blooming with white balls. , the farmers are busy, children are running around, and the cheerful laughter makes people laugh with the corners of their mouths raised.
Li Daozong bowed his hand to Xiao Yu and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, Liu Xuanxiang, the governor of Tengzhou, will agree with you very much."
Xiao Yu: "..."
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