Ji Shangshu handed over his hand.
King Kang raised his hands with a complex expression and said loudly: "My son, I will obey my father's holy instructions."
Zhou Yu stood up and looked in his direction, and could clearly see that King Kang was slightly afraid at this time.
Zhou Qian, who had been so proud just now, felt quite disappointed when he saw this.
If it were King Jin, he wouldn't have obviously distanced himself from him after being taught a lesson. King Kang, this kid, still couldn't stand the trouble.
Then he thought about it, it was because he didn't pay much attention to King Kang before. Except for New Year's Day, King Kang had never seen him at all. According to Concubine Jing Ai's teachings, he should be a serious person who mounts his horse to kill the enemy and dismounts to kill his ministers. Father, no wonder King Kang is afraid of him.
It’s okay to be afraid.
It's better to be afraid than to hide and fool him by always thinking about replacing it.
Among the evidence that Xie Changan sent this time, there was a case about an official from Luohe Road. That official was a member of the King of Jin.
A person with such a temper as Kang Wang would not be able to do such a thing.
"Let's go."
Zhou Qian sighed softly and extended his hand to Su Peiyuan.
Su Peiyuan quickly raised his arm to support him, and the two of them walked slowly towards the imperial study room.
Zhou Qian left the Chaoyi Hall.
Immediately, guards dragged away Ge Shilang who was kneeling on the ground.
In order to prevent unexpected events, there were guards who cleared the place to clear the way.
Ge Shilang was dragged away, and the guards were not polite to the suspicious official, and pointed in the direction Ge Shilang was leaving.
"Master Shangshu, please."
"snort!"
The Minister of Civil Affairs took a sharp look at the colleagues who were usually looked after by him but had refused to say a word for him just now. He waved his sleeves heavily and walked towards the door.
So what if there is a report from Mr. Ge?
As a minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, how could he not have any means of avoiding guilt? He was a scapegoat.
Especially in this situation, where King Jin was not around and people who were trying to make things worse were watching him, he had to act calm and confident to avoid being pushed down by others.
After the Minister of Civil Affairs left, other ministers followed in groups and poured out of the Chaoyi Hall.
After exiting the Suzaku Gate and getting on the carriage, they all parted ways in unison, and then met together on the same street.
Behind those carriages, where no one could see them, followed the palace guards and spies.
These are Zhou Qian's eyeliners.
original.
They had been keeping an eye on other princes except Prince Jin.
They received the new appointment last night. From now on, they will keep an eye on every move in Prince Jin's Mansion. If there is any change, they will report it to His Majesty immediately.
What this change meant, they didn't dare to guess.
But when they passed Uncle An Guo's carriage and heard the laughter and laughter inside, they felt it all.
Uncle An Guo laughed too loudly.
Uncle An Guo laughed too early.
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Princess Xian's mansion.
Ning Wuchang slept until three o'clock in the morning, and he kicked his back open because of the heat.
The sweat on his back was sticky and wet, and he subconsciously reached out to scratch it.
A hoarse female voice came from the bedside.
"Mr. Ning, you can't scratch."
I go.
Ning Wuyan suddenly woke up. He retracted his hand and turned to look at Zhou Jingxian who was sitting beside the bed.
When he saw the darkness in her eyes, he asked in surprise: "Princess Princess, you haven't slept all night and are guarding me here, right?"
"Can't you?"
Zhou Jingxian smoothly lifted his arm and patted it down again.
Ning Wuyan said "Oh" and said with a wry smile: "I just want to pick up the quilt that was kicked off."
If he remembered correctly, there was a scratch on his thigh yesterday. After applying the medicine, he didn't seem to be wearing any pants underneath.
Although he is now an injured person with limited mobility and needs to be taken care of by others, it is really embarrassing for a girl like Zhou Jingxian to take care of him.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhou Jingxian bent down, picked up the quilt, and put it on his thigh.
"hiss……"
The moment he covered the wound, Ning Wuyan felt as if someone had swept it over his scalp with a brush. The sour feeling was indescribable.
Seeing his reaction, Zhou Jingxian asked tentatively: "Mr. Ning, why don't you let it dry? Anyway, the sun is out, and I asked someone to add charcoal to the house. It's not cold."
Adding charcoal to the fire before winter comes?
He said that the winter cold in Beidi had not yet reached Jing'an City, so how could he wake up from the heat?
"Princess Xian, you are really thoughtful."
Ning Wuyan squeezed out these words through his teeth.
Normally, when Zhou Jingxian was concentrating, she might not be able to hear the irony. Now she stayed up all night and her mind was not clear. She only remembered not to let Mr. Ning scratch the wound, and she couldn't hear the irony.
"Since Mr. Ning feels comfortable, I will ask someone to add more charcoal fire later, so that you don't have to cover yourself with a quilt at night."
right.
That would almost kill him.
Ning Wuyan sighed, thinking of the scraps he had asked the craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry to put outside. He listened carefully and saw that there was no sound of forging outside. He asked nervously: "The craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry have moved away?"
"We have moved away a long time ago. It's just that Mr. Ning stayed in the Imperial Manor because I was afraid that you would be distracted, so I didn't tell you."
Seeing his expression change slightly, Zhou Jingxian reminded him in a deep voice.
"Grandpa Huang said that you should take good care of yourself in the past few days. Don't worry about purifying the artemisia annua juice. The utensils have been fired. If you want to see it, you can see it at any time."
That thing cannot be judged as unsuccessful just by looking at it.
Ning Wuyan sighed dejectedly: "Did you also move away the scraps I finally left behind?"
"No."
Zhou Jingxian said and lifted the thin quilt for him, covering her face with a thin layer of cloth while blushing slightly.
"When we moved it, the craftsmen said you were useful. I was worried about the rain and rust, so I asked my servants to move it to the warehouse. What kind of utensils does Mr. Ning want to use it to forge?"
She glanced at the table and chairs with some confusion.
If you draw a picture at this time, it may also affect the wound. It is better to advise Mr. Ning to eat and sleep before he is full, and to eat when he is full.
"Princess, please call Yunfei in. I drew a set of objects that need to be forged before, and I just happened to try out its effects while I was lying on the bed with nothing to do."
Ning Wuyan had drawn the heating design drawing before.
It's not like he hasn't thought about using the wall technology to make up for the shortcomings of forging.
But after firing the colored glaze at the Ministry of Industry and Technology, he found that the only technology available, coupled with porcelain veneers, could satisfy both the heat dissipation and insulation needs, and also make the appearance exquisite.
Don't say that the main purpose of heating is to keep warm, and appearance is not important.
The amount of iron used to heat a room weighs more than a hundred kilograms. In the cold weapon era, iron was much more valuable than silver and was a highly leveraged currency.
Therefore, it is almost a fantasy for ordinary people in this era to use heaters to keep themselves warm.
And those rich and powerful people who can afford it will see a pile of reddish-brown radiators with uneven surfaces due to simple forging, as well as those heating channels that cover the room.
It is estimated that many people would rather use smokeless gold charcoal than place a pile of iron sheets in the room.
Zhou Jingxian shouted out the window, and Yunfei rushed in like a baby swallow in the forest.
"What did the young master call me for?"
Yunfei was full of energy and seemed to have adjusted himself.
Ning Wuyan was unambiguous in his orders.
"Go and get the drawings of pieces of iron that I drew before, and then go to the kitchen to help me bring the food. By the way, Princess, have you eaten? If not, can the kitchen shave some noodles for us? "
How could Zhou Jingxian be in the mood to eat noodles?
She had finally waited for Mr. Ning to wake up, and planned to catch up on her sleep so that she could continue her vigil at night.
Now.
She just wanted to know what kind of sharp weapon those pieces of iron were that made Mr. Ning miss him so much just after he woke up.
