Infrastructure Throne

Yan Zui had a dream while half asleep and half awake.

He turned into Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, lying alone on the top of the cold tower of the castle, waiting for his lover to come to the castle through all kinds of hardships and hardships, and kiss him awake.

His thinking was driven by difficulties, his consciousness was slow and dazed, he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, vaguely, he seemed to see Shen Qingze coming, dressed in colorful clouds, slowly sitting on the side of the bed, with a gentle expression on his face. He bowed his head.

Those thin lips were getting closer and closer to him, as if the next second was the long-awaited kiss.

But the other party stopped, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Yan Zui waited anxiously, she was ready, why didn't she kiss her?

The city lord was very dissatisfied with the officiant's procrastination, so he was heartbroken, and simply stretched out his hand, and pulled him into his arms - who said that Sleeping Beauty must wait passively for a kiss, and if he took the initiative, wouldn't it be the same?

Regardless of power, wealth, or the person he likes, what he wants is to get it by any means, and hold it firmly in his hands. Any enemy who dares to stand in front of him should be eradicated!

This is in line with his status as the city lord of Yuanliu!

Yan Zuimei hugged the big heater and rubbed it contentedly.

The big heater in his arms neither resisted nor evaded, just hugged each other peacefully and slept like this.

What a dream...

The city lord hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a sweet smile in his sleep.

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The bedroom is very quiet, the morning light is blocked by the curtains, and only a little spot of light seeps in from the thin.

Shen Qingze's face fell to the gap between the pillow and the quilt, and Yan Zui's steady and long breathing could be heard in his ears.

He propped up the bed with one hand, and raised his head with difficulty, trying to get rid of this awkward position, but the other side's head spontaneously leaned over, rubbed unconsciously, wrapped his arms around his back, and hugged him even tighter.

It's like holding a large self-heating pillow.

Shen Qingze had no choice but to patiently call him softly: "My lord, wake up."

Yan Zui: "ZZZZ..."

The corner of Shen Qingze's mouth twitched, and he squinted at the other's red cheek.

Yan Zui stretched his brows and eyes when he was fast asleep, restrained his claws and teeth, and smoothed away his sharp edges and corners. His defenseless appearance matched that handsome face, which was extremely deceptive.

This is the charm value? ? ?the power of it?Big enough to ignore gender.

Shen Qingze clicked his tongue softly, secretly despising his own vulgarity.

His eyes slid across the other party's ruddy face and satin-like long hair, and he couldn't help but feel an impulse in his heart, like a kitten quietly stretching out its paws, scratching the pads on the tip of the heart, making people tickle.

After a long while of fighting between heaven and man in his mind, Shen Qingze finally decided to take action——

He was evil from his gallbladder, stretched out two fingers, and pinched Yan Zui's nose!

"Hmm..." Yan Zui made a very soft nasal sound, his brows gradually raised, and under the difficulty of breathing, he had to open his mouth and let out two breaths.

The air in the lobes of the lungs became thinner and thinner, as if a big stone was pressed against his chest, Yan Zui finally left the dream he had been reluctant to part with, and woke up leisurely.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Qingze's magnified face, less than an inch away from the tip of his nose, with clear eyebrows, staring at him intently.

Yan Zui, whose nose was still pinched, blinked in a daze, and his throat trembled vaguely: "Mud dry hair?"

This appearance is really interesting, Shen Qingze tried hard to flatten the corners of his mouth, and let go of his fingers as if nothing had happened: "I heard that the city lord is ill, I'm here to visit."

Yan Zui: "..."

The memory came back in an instant, the castle disappeared, the Sleeping Beauty disappeared, the hugs and kisses disappeared, and the dream bubble shattered to the ground. When he came back to his senses, he was wrapping around Shen Qingze's waist and buckling the person onto himself.

Shen Qingze spent all his time waiting for Yan Zui's reaction after he regained consciousness.

Unfortunately, he is doomed to be disappointed - the words embarrassment and shyness have never been in the dictionary of the city lord.

He didn't intend to let go of his hand at all, but instead tightened his arms, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled at the other party:

"Master Officiant, sneaked into the City Lord's room early in the morning, even climbed onto the City Lord's bed, and actively touched the city. I don't know what he wants to do?"

Yan Zui's voice is hoarse and nasal, and when it is close to the ear, the voice is like a subwoofer, sexy and magnetic.

Yan Zuiman beat him up unreasonably, Shen Qingze laughed angrily: "It seems that the Lord City Master is seriously ill, I'd better call the doctor back, what if my brain burns out?"

Speaking of the doctor, the taste buds involuntarily have a bitter taste.Yan Zui wrinkled his nose, and shrank his head into the quilt: "No, I've already taken the medicine."

Shen Qingze broke his hands away, straightened up, and brought over the porridge bowl: "Then get up and eat."

Yan Zui seemed to have taken root in the quilt, reluctantly withdrew his hand, pinched the edge of the quilt and lifted it up until his chin was buried in it, leaving only his blush cheeks outside, and then he slowly spit out One word: "cold."

Shen Qingze was speechless, he patted the other person's forehead, it was indeed a little hot: "Even if you want to hibernate, you should have a full meal first."

Yan Zui didn't speak, the tails of his eyes were sickly red, he looked at him faintly, as if Shen Qingze was the chief culprit of his illness.

Shen Qingze has nothing to say: "... You don't want me to feed you, do you?"

Yan Zui's amber pupils were slightly bright, full of pulsating luster, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since the Master Priest's kindness is hard to refuse, then I will spare it a bit."

Shen Qingze: "..."

Really can climb along the pole!

Shaking his head and sighing, he set up the other person's pillow, scooped up a spoonful of clear porridge, brought it to his mouth, and coaxed a child, "Eat quickly."

Yan Zui looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and opened her mouth obediently to swallow.

Shen Qingze looked around, and felt that there were too many charcoal basins in the room, and the windows were closed and there was no ventilation.His physique is not afraid of the cold, and after tossing with him for a while, he felt a little stuffy.

"It's easier to get sick if you're stuffy in the room." Fortunately, Yan Zui's bedroom has a lot of space, so he doesn't have to worry too much about carbon monoxide poisoning.

Shen Qingze glanced at the charcoal basin, it contained high-quality anthracite, there were a lot of production processes, and the price was expensive, and he needed attendants to replace the charcoal basin from time to time.

He frowned slightly, thoughtful: "Even as the city lord, he can only keep warm like this. Those civilians outside who can't afford smokeless coal can only burn firewood and charcoal."

Yan Zui was startled, and when he mentioned the business, he sat up a little bit straighter: "Everyone lives like this in winter, what other ideas do you have?"

The burning efficiency of firewood is not high, the charcoal smells smoky, not to mention the high cost, and the heating effect is limited.

If the earth kang is to be promoted, the structure of the house needs to be changed, and the heated kang and flue should be built to connect with the stove.The big family is okay, but the small family may not want to spend the cost of renovating the house.

Shen Qingze's brows moved slightly, and suddenly he remembered something: "You can use briquettes."

Yan Zui: "What is briquette?"

"A honeycomb-shaped cylindrical block of coal."

It was popular all over the country in the last century. It is economical, flammable, and burns for a long time. If it is mass-produced by machinery, the cost is extremely low, and even the poor can afford it.

Used for heating and cooking, two or three yuan can be burned for a day, and it can also save a sum of firewood and charcoal expenses.There is no need to spend a lot of effort to renovate the house and repair the heated kang.

Shen Qingze quickly calculated the cost of briquettes in her heart, while feeding Yan Zui porridge spoonful by spoonful.

He fed a spoonful, and Yan Zui took a mouthful, without picking up his mouth at all, obediently ate up a large bowl of porridge, and even stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick his lips eagerly.

Seeing Shen Qingze holding the porridge bowl in a daze, Yan Zui bent one leg and arched him through the bed: "What are you thinking?"

Shen Qingze came back to his senses: "I'm going to build another briquette factory. Besides, it's almost the end of the year, and when the briquette factory starts up, I want to hold a trade fair in the city."

"Fair?" Yan Zui thought for a while, "Is it similar to a fair? Foreign businessmen come to us and usually only purchase agricultural products and some rare ores."

Shen Qingze said: "It can be seen as a gathering, displaying our ironware, glass, porcelain, woolen fabrics, briquettes and other products, inviting foreign businessmen to visit, and selling our products to the surrounding area through them Cities, build new trade networks."

"It's time for Yuanliu City to get rid of the label of a cheap agricultural and mining town, and we can't just do business with Pearl City."

When speaking, Shen Qingze's eyes were clear, and his spirit was radiant: "Our factory's craftsmanship is constantly improving, and the products we produce will not be inferior to those of the Blue Sky Merchant Alliance branch in Pearl City."

"This exhibition will be the first step for Yuanliu City to become the business center of the Northland!"

Shen Qingze has a swift and resolute personality, and if he has a plan in mind, he will immediately put it into action.

He put the porridge bowl back on the tray, laid down the pillows, wrapped Yan Zui in the quilt, and was about to go out: "Sleep a little longer, don't move around, and ask the attendant to call the doctor if you feel unwell."

Yan Zui was wrapped up like a cicada chrysalis, squirmed in the bed, stretched out his hand and lightly grabbed the corner of Shen Qingze's clothes, poked out half of his head to look at him, and said in a very soft voice: "...I'm leaving now ?”

Shen Qingze retracted the leg he had just stepped out, turned around, saw the disappointed look in the other person's eyes, and felt a little more hesitant in his heart: "I'm going to find someone to discuss the establishment of a honeycomb coal factory, and if both of us Not here, there will be a lot of work left behind..."

Sure enough, Yan Zui didn't want to keep him anymore, and slowly retracted his head, muffled from under the quilt: "Got it."

He listened, and heard Shen Qingze's footsteps going away, the bedroom door opened and closed, and finally there was no sound at all.

Yan Zui sat up a little bit, looked at the door for a while, it was empty, where was there anyone else?

"It's really gone..." He hugged the quilt and fell back into the pillow, fell into self-doubt, and murmured quietly: "I'm not as good as a piece of coal..."

The brain was still a little drowsy, Yan Zui fell asleep for a while, and when he woke up, the sunlight was still slanting on the window lattice.

He felt that his physical strength had recovered a little, maybe the medicine had worked, his forehead was not as hot as before, but his limbs were still cold.

I remembered that Fan Mizhou had put the unprocessed documents on the desk in the morning, hadn't looked at them yet, and had to go to the school grounds in the afternoon.

Yan Zui struggled to get up from the warm quilt, put on a coat, and was about to get out of bed.

The bedroom door opened with a click, and Yan Zui looked up in surprise, only to see Shen Qingze running back out of breath, holding a flat copper round pot in his arms, wrapped in a thick cotton bag.

"Why did you come back?"

Shen Qingze entered the room with a chill all over, shut out the cold wind outside, saw Yan Zui sitting on the bed in thin clothes, slightly frowned: "Why did you get up?"

Stared at by his concerned eyes, Yan Zui's great perseverance in fighting the cold collapsed in an instant, and he smiled wryly: "...today's document, I haven't read it yet..."

Shen Qingze glanced at the stack of paperwork on the table, and said without thinking: "You rest, I will handle it for you."

He re-tucked the quilt for Yan Zui, lifted a corner of the end of the bed, stuffed the warm Tang Pozi in his arms, and laid it under the other's feet.

"What is this?" Feeling the continuous warmth coming up from the soles of his feet, Yan Zui stretched out his feet curiously, "Did you go to get this thing just now?"

Shen Qingze hummed softly: "There is hot water in the copper pot, if it gets cold, ask the servant to come and change the water."

He knelt at the end of the bed with one foot, adjusted Tang Po's position, and tried the temperature again. It wasn't too hot, and it could last for a long time.

When he looked up, seeing Yan Zui's expression was different, Shen Qingze asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

He followed Yan Zui's gaze and looked back, only to see that there was a wheelchair at the door at some point, Yan Zui's grandma was sitting there with a smile on her face, and the maid was pushing the chair behind her, covering her lips and chuckling.

Shen Qingze: "..."

I obviously didn't do anything weird, so why did I always feel that something was wrong.

"Old madam." He coughed lightly and said hello to old madam Yan.

Although Mrs. Yan's eyes are not good, her heart is very open. She smiled kindly: "Is it Master Shen? You are also like Yan Zui, just call me grandma."

Shen Qingze is kind and kind: "Grandma."

"Talk slowly, I'll come back later." The old lady laughed a few times happily, and ordered the maid to push her away.

Yan Zui and Shen Qingze were left looking at each other.

There is a monthly purchase limit for common healing potions in the system store. The last time they were given to seriously injured workers and miners, it’s not time to buy them yet.

Fortunately, Yan Zui was just suffering from a common cold, so he used Mrs. Tang to make do with it for a while. He is physically strong, so if he rests well, he will recover in a day or two.

Shen Qingze was thinking about the honeycomb coal factory in his heart, so he really couldn't spare time to stay longer, so he just sat by Yan Zui's bed for a while, and then got up to leave.

Before leaving, he touched the other person's forehead with the back of his hand, and he was relieved when he saw that the heat had faded.

The bedroom was quiet, and no one spoke.

When Shen Qingze withdrew his hand, his fingertips stayed on the side of the other's forehead for a short time, and in the end, he just helped him push the hair behind his ear, and stood up: "I'm leaving."

After thinking for a while, he opened the curtains so that the sunlight could fall on the end of the bed, then he reached out and picked up the duckling on the bedside table, placed it gently beside Yan Zui's pillow, and said lightly: "It will accompany you... I will come and see it at night you."

From the beginning to the end, Yan Zui's eyes watched him silently, until Shen Qingze's figure completely disappeared at the door.

Yan Zui smiled silently, and hugged the duckling with the red ribbon to his heart.

At that time, the winter sun was shining outside the window, and the indoor light and shadow were mottled.

Yan Zui closed her eyes and lay quietly on the bed, like a real sleeping beauty, peaceful and soft.