Come on, Your Highness

Xiao Hong and He Xichao went to the study room, and as soon as the door was closed, he exclaimed: "I really have to bring so many things, I think that would be embarrassing."

"Just prepare it. After ten days, whether you take it or not is another matter."

This is true, Xiao Hong nodded, looked at He Xichao, leaned over with a smile and said: "I still think that you live in Wei Guogong's mansion today, and you won't come back."

"Isn't there someone waiting here? What if I lose my temper if I don't come back?" He Xi squinted at him with a smile on his lips.

Xiao Hong immediately clapped his hands, and praised: "That's right, it doesn't matter if you come back later, but you still have to remember to go home."

He Xi raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked around behind the desk, "Then let's make a rule." He picked up the pen and motioned Xiao Hong to grind the ink.

"Really?" Xiao Hong poured water into the inkstone, picked up the ink stick and began to grind the ink, looked at He Xi's eyes and said, "Xi Chao, besides this one, let's discuss other things?"

"for example?"

"For example... Since the two are in love, can they sleep in the same bed?"

He Xichao looked at him with a half-smile, "I'm getting bolder."

"No, I just want to hang out with you." Xiao Hong looked at He Xichao with pure eyes, and almost swore, "Really, I didn't want to do anything else."

"What else do you mean?"

He Xichao waited for a while, and saw that Xiao Hong's cheeks were slowly turning red, and his mouth couldn't help but grinned a little. Seeing his presumptuous and eager eyes, he was speechless for a while.

The slender fingers tapped on the table and urged: "Cousin, fantasies are fantasies, can you not stop the work in hand."

Xiao Hong put away his lewd expression when he heard the words, and quickly put the ink stick in the inkstone and twirled it around, "That, is it okay?"

The ink melted when it met water, and became thick black after a while under even rubbing. He Xichao dipped the pen into the ink and wrote on the paper without raising his head, saying: "Although your bedroom is next door, but Can you touch it without disturbing Aunt Xinrui and the other maids?"

"Yes, anyway, the two of us never keep people on watch at night, as long as we don't make a loud noise, they won't come in." Hearing He Xichao's tone, Xiao Hong immediately felt that there was a door, and couldn't help but said warmly: "I'm afraid you I don’t know yet, there is a secret door in our house, which is connected.”

He Xichao's writing stopped immediately, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, looked at the smug Xiao Hong who showed his small thoughts, and said with a blank expression: "It seems that you have been secretly plotting against me long before the renovation of the Royal Palace. , His Royal Highness."

Hearing this, Xiao Hong's face froze immediately, and his expression cracked. This is probably what the so-called smugness looks like.

But He Xichao didn't let him go, instead he said with emotion: "You are really good at boiling frogs in warm water."

His voice was neither soft nor heavy, nor did it sound sullen, but in Xiao Hong's ears, it made his heart tremble for no reason.

"No, no." Xiao Hong stammered, "I didn't think too much about it at the beginning, but I saw craftsmen building walls, and I walked from here to there, and had to go in and out. Isn't it troublesome? Door."

"Oh, casually." He Xichao looked at him firmly, "How old was I at that time, only eleven or twelve? Let me tell you, Xiao Hong, when you dreamed for the first time, didn't you just think about it? Me?"

Xiao Hong: "..."

"Heh, I know this young master is very charming, but I never thought that I could attract the eldest prince's fascination when he was still a carrot."

After He Xichao finished speaking, he turned his eyes back to the paper and continued to write, without any intention of going deeper, nor did he ask where the secret door was.

Xiao Hong froze for a long time, seeing He Xichao's calm and lifeless face, he dared to let go.

He walked around behind He Xichao, bent down to look at it, but said disappointedly: "Xichao, what you wrote is not a rule, but a post?"

"Why, do you really want me to set rules for you?"

He Xichao wrote, and stopped writing after a while. He picked it up and blew on the ink, looked at it again, confirmed the sentence and wording, then turned and handed it to Xiao Hong, "People are alive, rules are dead. If a person Take it to heart, there is no need for such a dead thing, and what you do will naturally be for his sake. On the contrary, no matter how reasonable the rules are, it is empty talk. Especially as honorable as you, His Royal Highness."

Here, He Xichao thought very clearly, and also showed a strong confidence in himself.

Xiao Hong nodded while reading, and said in surprise: "Who are you writing this for, and which young master will follow us to Jiangdong?"

"Fuguogong, Yuetinghou, Yongyihou, Yongchangbo."

Xiao Hong heard the names of these titles, and asked strangely: "Xi Chao, when did you contact them?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

Seeing the latter, He Xichao shook his head, and said: "These are all good things that my grandfather brought over for me."

He explained, and finally spread his hands and said, "Since they all swore to leave it to me, we can't drag them down wherever we go, right?"

"It's useless for these young masters to go, but..." Xiao Hong thought for a while, and immediately guessed what He Xichao meant, "The important thing is that the identity is useful."

"Yeah, take it out, the light background sounds pretty bluffing."

He Xichao copied three copies, summoned Eunuch Chang, and said, "Please, Eunuch, go to these four houses on my behalf, and hand them over to the lords, lords, and uncles. By the way, I'm waiting for you. "

After Eunuch Chang left, Xiao Hong sat on a chair and looked at He Xichao with his chin propped up, "You are good or bad, Xichao, Eunuch Chang will go in person, even if they don't want to, they have to send him over."

Otherwise, it would be to refute Xiao Hong's face.

He Xichao shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's easy to get on a boat, but difficult to get off. Since you want to come over, you have to show some sincerity, right?"

Xiao Hong asked: "Then besides these young masters, who else do you want to take with you?"

He Xichao said: "Although flood control is a bit dangerous, it is a rare opportunity. The twelve people under my command will take it there. If there is really a solution to the flood problem, the plan and budget must be made. Ask the court for money."

"Since we have gone this time, we must get things done."

That night, the night was quiet.

Already lying flat on the bed, Xiao Hong, who seemed to be unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

He lay quietly for a while, and then quietly got up and got out of the bed. He didn't even wear shoes, and walked on the ground barefoot without making a sound.

He walked to the lamppost by the bed, reached out and took off the lampshade, and the bedroom was brighter immediately.Holding the candle lamp, he tiptoed all the way to the screen beside him.

Behind the screen is the place to take a shower. Behind the eye-catching big bathtub, there is still a row of beautiful screens of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum against the wall. Usually no one pays attention to it, thinking it is just a shelter.

Xiao Hong put the candle lamp on the shelf beside it, then carefully held the edge of the screen, moved it away bit by bit at the slow speed of a turtle crawling, but without the slightest sound, and then a door similar to the wall The invisible door appeared!

Said it was a secret door, Xiao Hong didn't deliberately cover it up, as he said at the beginning, he just opened it because he thought it was troublesome, he was too lazy to walk, and it was convenient for commuting.

He swears to God that he never thought of using it for cheating, ah bah, no, to exchange feelings.

Xiao Hong fixed his eyes on the small door, and then pressed his hands on the door...

His mind turned, thinking: Is Xi Chao asleep?What was said so clearly in the study just now, and there was no rejection, that is to accept him to climb the bed, uh, share the same bed, no, sleep on your feet, right?

Xi Chao won't kick him out of bed, will he?

Xiao Hong swore again that he really wouldn't do anything, at most he would just kiss, on the face, on the forehead, and never dared to face the mouth.

Or just lie down with him for a while, even if it takes less than an hour to sneak back, it is worth it.

While thinking, he pushed lightly...

The door remained motionless.

Xiao Hong blinked and exerted a little force...

Um?The door still doesn't move!

Xiao Hong collected his mind, felt that this door had been useless, and presumably got stuck.

He exerted a little more force, and the door finally moved in, but there was a clear sound of hitting a hard object.

In the silence, no matter how small the voice was, it was amplified infinitely, which startled him, but the worst thing was that the door didn't open in response.

He pushed again unwillingly, but the impact sound remained the same, obviously something heavy was blocking the door.

Through a gap, the light was too dim for him to see what was on the other end. He could only reach into his little finger to hook it, and scratched the heavy object. But it was a little sawdust.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head and saw the big tub, he drew a gourd and scraped it against the big tub, and there were exactly the same black crumbs...

So is the barrel blocking the door?

Xiao Hong: "..."

Is this intentional?

On the second day, Marquis Yueting, Marquis Yongyi and Uncle Yongchang met at Fuguo Duke's Mansion, holding a post written to them by He Xichao.

The wording was humble and very respectful, but once Eunuch Chang delivered it, coupled with the phrase waiting for you, the euphemistic words became tough.

The number one scholar deserves to be the number one scholar, and he has to come if he makes it clear!

The threshold for Prince Ying's Mansion is high, and it really is not for nothing, it is not easy to pass by.

Several people got together to discuss whether to send the important descendants or not.

Once you send it away, you can never change the course again.

No matter how conflicted these four people were, He Xichao didn't care. He summoned 12 accountants and conveyed the meaning: "As I said before, we are traveling around with the errands of His Royal Highness, so this time His Royal Highness has to go to control the flood. Go. We will leave in eight days, if you have any special circumstances, please tell me in advance."

When the news spread that the King of England went to Jiangdong to control the water, the 12 people already had a premonition and followed suit.

In this era, if the lord gives orders, even if the date of the big wedding is fixed, it must be postponed. Otherwise, there will be special exceptions only when the parents in the family are old, sick and die, and filial piety is the first.

The 12 people stood up one after another and said, "I will follow His Highness to the death."

He Xichao nodded when he heard the words, "Very good. The conditions over there are relatively difficult and the time span is long. It is estimated to be about a year. Everyone should be mentally prepared. The commonly used pens, inks, papers and inkstones are used for calculation and calculation. You have to bring all the books you read. .This time, we will do an engineering budget, and I will teach while doing it."

"Yes, sir."

Having seen He Xichao's auditing method, they also looked forward to the project budget. He Xichao's method of doing things is often novel and ingenious, not only fast but also more accurate and comprehensive.

The longer I study with him, the more amazed at his talent.He Xichao is like a treasure house, always able to dig out exciting auras.

They could only try their best to follow in his footsteps and desperately absorb Professor He Xichao's skills.

Thinking about taking the exam with the mentality of giving it a try, it is really the wisest step in retrospect.

"It's good to be an official in order to honor your ancestors, but you also have to pretend to be the people of the world. The people in the capital are relatively rich, but Kuiliang County is really poor. You are all people with fame and fame. Sooner or later you will be an official. Think about it. You are the magistrate of Kuiliang County, what should we do?"

After He Xichao finished speaking, he smiled slightly, leaving behind a deep thought.

He Xichao was busy with work, and was about to leave after the notification was in place, but You Ziqing stopped him.

He said, "Sir, there is a letter from my grandfather."

He Xichao led him into his small study room, opened the letter that You Ziqing handed over, and after reading it, his brows relaxed and he smiled.

"I thought it would take at least a year, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Seeing He Xichao's satisfied expression, You Ziqing immediately relaxed and said, "Grandfather did not dare to neglect His Royal Highness' matter. After getting the cotton, he immediately stopped the next workshop and summoned the master to study day and night. The old man personally Staring at it, I have finally lived up to the expectations of His Highness and Mister."

As he spoke, he took out another small box, "This is a newly produced cotton thread. Please have a look at it, sir. I wonder if it is the same as what you think."

As soon as He Xichao put the letter away, he opened it immediately. Inside the box were several small white cotton threads of different thicknesses.

He lifted one and looked at it carefully. This cotton thread was already more like the rougher cotton wool thread of the later generations. He took both ends and pulled it. It was a bit tough, but with a little more force, it broke.

You Ziqing said: "Grandpa is asking the masters to find ways to strengthen the toughness of the cotton thread. Please give me more time."

He Xichao put the broken cotton thread back into the box and waved his hands, "It doesn't matter, this is beyond my expectation. As long as the cotton thread is made, it will be a matter of time before weaving it into cloth. It can come out, but I don’t know if this method is simple or not, and what is the cost?”

You Ziqing said: "It's not difficult to figure out a way, but it's time-consuming, so the cost is not low. Of course, it's much cheaper than silk, but it's still too expensive compared to linen."

He Xichao nodded, "I still need to spend some time to study it. It stands to reason that cotton thread can be made very thin, and it can be woven into various smooth and delicate fabrics like silk. It can be dyed, printed, and embroidered. And it's not as silky as silk." Tends to wrinkle and snag, requires careful handling.”

"Sir, you really know everything. The students really admire you." You Ziqing admired, then he thought for a while, and said carefully, "Grandfather once said, if Mr. would appreciate you, he would like to invite you to come to You's house to see the production for yourself. The threading process, sir knows a lot about cotton, and he would like to discuss with you more."

Seeing that He Xichao didn't veto it, he suggested: "Students think that the flood control is taking place in Jiangdong. Although it's not very close, it's cheaper to travel by car and horse. I just don't know if sir has time to take a look?"

He Xichao thought for a moment and said: "Your grandfather invited you in the letter. To be honest, I really want to see it. How about it? Let's see the situation of flood control. If you have time, Your Highness and I will go there."

"That would be great, the student will write back to grandfather."

The author has something to say: Yao: Young man, your thoughts are dangerous and you will be locked up.

Xiao Hong: Fart, I haven't even kissed before!