The Japanese princess was a gift from her father, and Li Qinzai didn't ask for it. Lan
Kono Sanliang lived in the Li family's annex, and Li Qinzai had never abused her. Although she looked very much like Teacher Mikami in his previous life, the humiliating expression of a slave to subjugation on his face really made Li Qinzai unable to look at her. Can't let go.
Let her work peacefully as a maid in the backyard and take charge of chores in the backyard. Li Qinzai has been very kind to live a carefree and peaceful life in the past few years.
Which subjugated slave who fell into the enemy's lair could live like this?
However, Fujiwara Tsuno, who was kneeling on the ground, obviously felt very sad and angry. Seeing Kono Sanryo running to the toilet without looking back, Fujiwara Tsuno couldn't help but feel sad, so he burst into tears and kept beating the ground with his hands, beating the ground...
Kono Sanliang ran away, Fujiwara Yuno was still crying, Li Qinzai frowned: "Okay, your princess who has lost her country can no longer see your expression of grief and anger."
Fujiwara Yuno ignored him and continued to cry.
"If you cry again, I will have you put in a sack and drowned in the river. You will cry like a mourner on my property. Is it bad luck?" Li Qinzai said coldly. Lan
Fujiwara Yuno stopped crying and sighed sadly.
Li Qinzai laughed angrily and pointed at him: "The play was well performed. Your princess has deeply felt the loyalty and sympathy of the subjugated ministers towards her... The only audience has left, shouldn't you take it in? ?”
Fujiwara Yuno seemed to be insulted, his face turned red and he said: "Why did Mr. Li County Master say this? When did I start acting?"
"Didn't you just say that since the princess gave me away, she has nothing to do with the Japanese royal family anymore?"
Fujiwara Yuno couldn't help but hesitated and opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond.
Li Qinzai sighed: "It's understandable to show the sorrow of the subjugated ministers about the end of the country, but don't make me look like a villain who does all evil, and you seem to be the victims who are sympathized with."
"Why did your Japanese country perish? Don't you have any idea in your mind? Let me recall it for you. Think about the Battle of Baijiangkou. Who started the battle first?" Lan
Fujiwara Yuno's momentum suddenly slumped, he lowered his head and sighed silently.
Li Qinzai smiled: "You see, if the words are clear, you will wake up, 'Ah, the country's subjugation is not unjust at all. If possible, I would really like to have a disembowelment every minute to apologize to the great Tang Dynasty'..."
Fujiwara Yuno couldn't help but said: "This... is not necessary."
Li Qinzai glanced at him: "It's just a suggestion, forget it if you don't adopt it."
After glancing at the direction that Kono Sanliang was leaving, Li Qinzai said leisurely: "Your princess has gone to clean the toilet. Do you want to kneel here and continue crying for a while, or..."
Fujiwara Yuno smiled sarcastically and said, "My lord, I'll take my leave. I'll take my leave."
…………Lan
In the middle of winter, the heavy snow in Guanzhong stopped, and looking at the vast expanse of white, the scene was extremely bleak.
The village became inexplicably lively.
The children had fun rolling in the snow and skiing, while farmers came to the Weihe River in groups, cracked the ice with picks, and then fished out the fat fish from the river with fishing nets to feed their own meals. Add one more dish.
The ladies were not idle either. They climbed up to the nearby mountainside together to dig through the thick snow. If they were lucky, they might be able to find some wild vegetables that could still survive in winter, such as shepherd's purse, toad grass, wild onions and wild garlic.
Li Qinzai sat in front of the charcoal fire in the backyard room, looking at the snowy scene outside, listening to the unrestrained laughter of children in the distance, and shook his head.
How do you think you're having fun in the snow in the middle of winter, even though you're as cold as a dog, you're still so happy?
Isn’t it human nature to stay in a comfortable and comfortable place? Lan
Sitting in front of the charcoal fire was not enough, he had to find something to do. The red dust and fireworks in the village were somewhat infected by him, so he asked his servants to bring a pot of wine and two side dishes. He sat in front of the charcoal fire and drank while warming himself. The elegance.
Just after taking a sip, Qiaoer ran back dirty, but her expression was not happy at all.
Li Qinzai glanced at him: "Did you fall into a ditch while walking?"
Qiao'er was stunned: "Huh? No, no."
"The children in the village ganged up and buried you in the snow?"
"I am a young gentleman, they don't dare." Qiao'er said proudly with her chest raised.
"What's the matter with you looking like a bereaved dog? Hurry up and ask the maid to take you to wash up." Lan
Qiao'er pursed her lips a few times, but stopped talking.
Li Qinzai's eyelids began to droop, and he said with a smile: "I'm sleepy. I'll count to three. If you don't say anything, I'm going to fall asleep..."
Qiao'er said hurriedly: "Dad, the Chinese New Year is almost here, and the village is very deserted."
"Then what?"
"Then, the boy thought that the village needed excitement and movement."
Li Qinzai's lips curled up: "So...?"
Qiao'er showed a pitiful look in her eyes: "So, I want some firecrackers." Lan
Li Qinzai said flatly: "It's too dangerous. You are not allowed to touch it before you are a minor."
Qiao'er sighed secretly.
After the last fish fry in the Weihe River, Li Qinzai very tactfully confiscated Qiao'er's gunpowder magazine. In the past, Qiao'er would set off firecrackers, and the children in the village would treat them like gods, with a group of little followers behind him.
Now that the firecrackers are gone and the heroes have clipped their wings, I can't help but feel short of breath and deep in sorrow.
Qiao'er sighed, feeling as lonely as the desperate King of Chu by the Wujiang River.
Without the firecrackers, there would be no queue in Zhuangzi.
"Children should play with children's things. Dad will make you a sled this afternoon, and then trick all the dogs in the village to pull the sled for you. It will be equally exciting and fun." Lan
Qiao'er squatted on the ground and shouted, "Dad, my kid just wants to light firecrackers. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and all the children in the village want to hear some noise."
Looking up at him eagerly, Qiao'er added, "Dad used firecrackers to fry fish last time. The children in the village were very happy. They all said it was very noisy and sounded festive."
Li Qinzai sneered. In order to light the firecrackers, this guy worked really hard and could tell any nonsense.
Gunpowder was invented by Li Qinzai a few years ago, and the secret recipe was immediately dedicated to Li Zhi.
After the secret recipe was handed over, Li Qinzai and Li Zhi were relieved, and Li Qinzai didn't care about what happened next.
It is said that a row of bungalows was built in a wasteland on the eastern outskirts of Chang'an City. A ten-mile radius of the land was fenced off. The security was very tight, and gunpowder raw materials were continuously sent in.
As for whether they were researching new uses of gunpowder, or whether they were working day and night to make gunpowder for use in the army's three-eyed muskets, Li Qinzai didn't ask. He was once a young supervisor of the Firearms Bureau, and his dereliction of duty was outrageous. Lan
Li Qinzai didn't want to touch these sensitive things. Wouldn't it be nice to be his own salted fish and teacher? It's such a dangerous thing, just stay away from it.
But thinking of the new use of gunpowder, Li Qinzai's heart moved inexplicably.
It seems, it seems... that we can create a new thing. After all, the Eastern Expedition to Goguryeo has been put on Li Zhi's agenda. After the court is ready, it will send troops.
If you can add some casualties to the enemy, you can save the sacrifices of the Tang Dynasty athletes. You are just using your hands, so why not do it?
Mainly, it’s so busy in winter...
