[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

After returning to Lin'an, Zhao Gou was restless.

He snatched three chariot transaction documents, and discussed various benefits with Lin Guo in private, and brought back a cart full of good things.

All in all—it should be a good thing.

Zhao Gou sighed again as he recalled the chariots standing side by side like war horses on the battlefield.

Even if Xixia can be conquered and Jin Guo driven away, even if Lin Guo remains motionless in Yangzhou City, he can't feel at ease.

This Lin'an is full of strange things, now there are more and more rumors that it is the city of the Great Sage, and the ministers who came back from the envoys will be pestered by other people to ask about various things in Yangzhou city.

Since it is the city of the Great Sage, why not directly dominate the world, and save him from worrying about it.

"Officials, Editor Lu from the Privy Council is asking for an audience outside the door."

Zhao Gou came back to his senses, took a sip from the warm cup of tea: "Yes."

Lu You was promoted to an official again. The reason was that after going to Lin'an with him for the first time, he wrote a rather beautiful long treatise, unceremoniously criticizing Linguo Yitong and counting down the six major crimes.

It is said that this country works on strange obscene skills, men and women have no great defenses, monarchs and ministers are indiscriminate, and they don't respect Confucianism and etiquette, everyone is unrestrained.

He obviously knew that some people in the DPRK admired being close to Linguo, and he deliberately called out to advocate the study of dialectics and adopt Linguo's elite tools, but strictly abide by the six ancient rituals of his country.

Naturally, the emperor was very pleased with this continuous praise and trample, and immediately promoted him to an official position and ordered him to work in the Privy Council with peace of mind.

"Editor Lu." Zhao Gou saw that Lu You, who was famous for his poems, entered the hall steadily, half-closed his eyes and said, "Are you offering another article today?"

"Your Majesty." Lu Xun said salutingly, "This minister is here to explain his knowledge to His Majesty."

"What news?"

"Nowadays, all kinds of things in Lin'an are becoming more and more expensive."

Lu You came from a noble family and never had to run around for a living, but he devoted himself to serving the country and naturally cared about the suffering of the people.

Although there are basically no financial problems due to market transactions and port exchanges every year, the rich are all officials and gentry, and the people are still poor and have no houses to live in.

Yangzhou City is still a situation where there are rented houses and more than a dozen people crowded together, and the situation will only get worse in Lin'an City.

Lu You followed him to Yangzhou City twice, always paying attention to the differences between the two countries.

The price of pork in Lin'an has risen to 180 to [-] Wen a catty, but the price in Yangzhou City is only about [-] to [-] Wen.

As for eggs and birds, the prices are even cheaper, as if those things had fallen from the sky for nothing.

What's even more secretive is that they forced all the servants in Yangzhou City to sign contracts, set a minimum salary standard, and even taught them how to establish a trade union to protect their rights and interests.

——What are the rights and interests of a servant girl?

The things in Lin'an City are really too cheap, unbelievably cheap.

Their farmland is obviously far less fertile and vast than that near Lin'an, but not only can they feed more and more local people, they have even started to open warehouses to distribute food to the refugees queuing at the north gate.

"Could it be—they stole from us?"

Hearing the emperor's words, Lu You thought it was really weird, bowed his head and said: "No matter how abundant the rice is, it is impossible to harvest it all year round. Birds, pigs and cattle need time to grow, but in Yangzhou it seems to be out of thin air. It seems to have changed - how can chicken be reduced to such a cheap level!"

"The people of Linguo have great supernatural powers, they can see things thousands of miles away, and transmit sound from afar." Zhao Gou felt that something was wrong, and frowned, "Could it be that they stole our food, rice and meat by means of searching for things, and then went to become a Bodhisattva?" Relief for the poor?"

Why don't you order your men to go to every house in the city to check?

"Your Majesty, it is difficult to confirm this matter at will, not to mention that even if it is really caught, it is impossible to become an enemy of Linguo now." Lu You took a deep breath and took out a paper from his arms: "Please read the official .”

"Seeking Talents Order"?

Although Zhao Gou was in a wait-and-see attitude towards Lu You, he still admired his good handwriting and proficient writing.

The wording and sentences of the seeking meritorious decree used the Spring and Autumn style of writing, implying that Lin'an in the Song Dynasty was the place where Yangzhou wanderers belonged. It also promised various benefits and crowned them with different glorious sustenance. Those who knew the affairs of Lin'an quickly returned to Lin'an.

Although there is no obvious grabbing in the article, the theory of morality is extremely incisive, with only three central ideas:

Although Yangzhou City has been taken, we can't take it back, but Song Guo is your father, come back quickly to recognize your father.

If you stay in Linguo for a long time, you will become a savage, and you will disregard morality and human relations. Come back quickly to accept the brilliance of Confucianism.

Whoever doesn't come back will be the grandson.

Zhao Gou looked at it for a long time, thinking that he could add another official to Editor Lu.

This article, which is somewhat morally hijacked, was not written by Lu You with all his efforts.

Every word and sentence is from his heart, and every question and call is from the bottom of his heart.

He believed from the bottom of his heart that Lin Guo itself was a barbarian and barbarian, no different from Jin Guo people.

He can neither understand the prosperity that everyone is equal to, nor understand the changes that technology and modern thinking have brought to this city.

Song State and Lin State made friends only to resist Jin State's invasion.

On the day when the Song Kingdom is powerful and unified, this Lin Kingdom will either bow its head and become a vassal, or it will end up with the Jin Kingdom—things can be taken away, but the Lin family must not be kept.

Linguo people advocate freedom and self, so of course they don't understand the sense of belonging formed after long-term brainwashing by feudalism, let alone prevent these people from leaving.

And those who know little about Lin'an can naturally help Song to obtain more information after entering Lin'an, so as to gain the upper hand in the Three Kingdoms game.

Naturally, Sun Daofu was sent to Yangzhou to seek meritorious deeds, and then tried to spread it out under the guise of a young servant.

"Someone will come back." Lu You said firmly, "ancestor etiquette is imprinted in the blood of Song people. If you indulge in the novelty and peculiarity of Yangzhou, you will forget the roots of your ancestors."

Yangzhou.

Xin Qiji was stunned for a long time with the letter of seeking talents, and suddenly wanted to rush back to Lin'an without stopping.

This edict was like a basin of ice water being poured on his face, which made him feel like he was frozen even for breathing.

He was completely used to simplified Chinese characters and vernacular Chinese, and now seeing this piansilililiu order to seek talents, he felt that he had been hit in the face, and his whole body was a little panicked and frightened.

He's already - he's almost been completely assimilated by Lin Guo.

Xin Qiji was traveling south to Lin'an, but he was accidentally bumped by Qingyu on the way, and he was left to recuperate from his injuries, and then he started working and studying abroad by mistake, where he got in touch with all kinds of novel knowledge.

Although he kept comforting himself that he wanted to learn these books on governing the world and the country to improve people's livelihood, and he would return to Lin'an to serve the court after finishing his studies.

But as I saw more and more miraculous modern things, my heart began to shake unceasingly.

As if I finally woke up——

The Four Books and Five Classics are all empty talk for governing the country. All the truths began to flow into his mind uncontrollably about how the arts and sciences should really develop and how everything in the world operates.

The more books Xin Qiji read, the more he felt that Liu Xun had opened his eyes to see the secrets of the sky, and the more difficult it was for him to touch the old things.

So much so that when he put a flashlight under the bed on Xiaoye, he felt absurd and a little funny in his heart.

Last year, I was full of piety and prayers, and I really thought that the Stove Lord would ride the light and ride the wind.

now--

The current self, has he entered the magic barrier, or has he really woken up?

Xin Qiji tremblingly took out the key, turned the door lock and entered the apartment.

The Senate is not too busy, and most of the affairs are already on the right track. In the snowy weather, Liu Zi is too lazy to go out to supervise the work, so he simply asks for a day off on the grounds that he is not feeling well, and is nestling beside Zhao Qingyu, drinking cheese Milk Gai Cha was watching old movies, when he looked up at this moment, he saw Xin Qiji's face was pale.

The young man was unable to choose between his initial aspirations and his current new knowledge, clutching the piece of paper at a loss.

"You'an." Liu Xi tilted his head to look at him, and called casually, "Are you okay?"

Listening to his familiar Mandarin, Xin Qiji was completely speechless at this moment, he only took two steps forward, and handed over the order of seeking talents to him.

He was not a fool in the first place.

No matter how stupid Xin Qiji was, he could know the intentions of the Song Dynasty sending people to Yangzhou to rob people in secret.

Liu Xi drank the milk froth and there was little white foam around the corner of his mouth, he accepted the crumpled notice in a little surprise, and looked up at You An again.

The young man's eyes were filled with guilt and hesitation, like a lost traveler.

Liu Yuanshou took another sip of his hot drink, letting a circle of white beard smear around his mouth, read the notice very carefully, then looked up at Xin Qiji: "What is written here?"

Xin Qiji was stunned for a moment in astonishment, and then he realized that he didn't seem to understand the parallel prose with a lot of dictionaries, so he stammered and translated it.

Zhao Qingyu was originally sitting on the soft blanket playing with the switch, and pressed the pause button while listening, then turned to look at Liu Xi: "This is trying to rob someone."

"...What is Song Guo thinking about?" Liu Xi frowned and said, "I thought we could set up an exchange program for foreign students to help their people open up their people's wisdom. The people in Yangzhou City are all traitors."

Xin Qiji was stunned for a moment, and asked in a daze, "Isn't it?"

"Don't forget," Liu Xi said without any sense of offence, "200 years ago, you were from the Tang Dynasty."

"The Song State unified the country and ordered you to become Song people. Later, the Jin State occupied the northern land, and you were born in the golden land."

His eyes are clear, his voice is clear, and he even has a slight smile: "If you follow the theory of keeping festivals, shouldn't you keep the festivals for the Han and Tang Dynasties, and would rather die than be a Song person?"

"A little further back, your civilization originated from Yao, Shun and Yu, and it implemented a system of abdication similar to our democratic electoral system, but later it became a hereditary system of monarchy granted by the gods—Xin Qiji, you don't think this is not your article What do you mean by 'corrupting etiquette'?"

This--

Xin Qiji boasted that he had read thousands of books, and now he can't recover for a long time.

Seeing that the matter was not serious, Zhao Qingyu turned around and went back to continue playing games.

"what do you mean?"

Xin Qiji didn't dare to ask further questions.

He is only 20 years old, and he has neither received the compulsory education and higher education of modern youth, nor does he have enough trustworthy elders to guide his judgment at this moment.

The only person in front of him was Liu Xi, the only head of state in the holy city of Linguo, and he was also a young man who would be happy, angry, sad and happy like him.

And Liu Xi is only three or four years older than him.

The other party put down the teacup, wiped his lips with a tissue, his eyes were calm and gentle.

"Xin Qiji, after a year, haven't you learned yet?"

"You don't need to ask what I mean at all."

"You have been a free person since you stepped into the territory of the adjacent country."

-

Xin Qiji was stunned for a long time, showing a wry smile.

He really couldn't understand it.

Since he was born, he has been taught the law of his ancestors, whether it is the imperial examination, marriage, or daily schedule, he should listen to his father's instructions and teachings.

He read poems and books since he was a child, and what he heard and seen was that he should respect etiquette, respect his father and abide by the ancestral system. Later, he studied literature and martial arts in order to serve the country and be loyal, so as to defeat the Jin country as soon as possible, and reunify the rivers and mountains of the Song Dynasty.

Too much interest is a plaything.

To get close to the young lady in the boudoir is blasphemy and insult.

Not to mention sitting on an equal footing with the head of state, sitting on a sofa drinking coffee and chatting.

That was something he felt unreal and unreal until now.

He has seen Liu Xi in military uniform, in pajamas, capable or lazy, all with his own eyes.

All this tells him that no matter the emperor or head of state, they are ordinary people, not the sons of gods, let alone the descendants of dragons.

Liu Xi can become the head of state because he passed the CAT exam and political review. It is because of his ability and performance that he has continuously jumped to the next level, and finally began to lead the country's infrastructure development.

Everyone should be a real person, not a puppet of the so-called etiquette.

Song Lin's thoughts did not stop colliding in his mind for a day, but it made him more and more at a loss.

"Brother You'an," Zhao Qingyu saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, then paused the game and said, "Are you planning to leave?"

Xin Qiji looked at the young man who was already close, smiled wryly and nodded.

"Thank you very much for your care and advice over the past year,"

"But... Song Kingdom needs me, and I need to go back."

Zhao Qingyu sighed regretfully: "Then, you can take that set of May Three back home and finish it. I didn't tear up the answer."

Xin Qiji was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief, "Can I still take these things away?"

"The salary will be paid soon. You can go to the bookstore to buy something you like," Liu Xi said while eating puffs, "If there is something you want but can't buy, you can also tell us."

Although Liu Xi and Qing Yu often don't go home, they are somewhat close to this foreign student from the north.

The three of them have been roommates for a year, not to mention that You'an is diligent, studious, humble and down-to-earth. He can clean up the house when he is alone at home, and the porridge and rice he makes are quite delicious.

Even if it's just a roommate, he can already score [-] points.

What's more, as an ancient man, he can actively and actively learn all kinds of modern knowledge, regardless of his thirst for knowledge or enterprising spirit, people can't help but appreciate him.

Xin Qiji thought for a while, and seeing that they were all calm, he was slightly relieved, and his inexplicable sense of guilt eased a bit.

"Maybe I'll leave tomorrow." He lowered his head and said, "I won't ask for the salary. I'll leave it to you. I'm embarrassed to take it away."

"No way," Zhao Qingyu said in surprise, "You've been working overtime with Uncle Cai."

"Leave tomorrow?" Liu Xi ate the last puff, licked his fingertips slowly, got up and said, "Before I leave, let me show you something I like very much."

"What?" Xin Qiji subconsciously followed him into the study.

Liu Xi was as tall as him, took out a virtual helmet from the cabinet at this moment, and said gently: "The sky."

sky?

Because of Qingyu, Xin Qiji had been in contact with this virtual helmet several times before, and sat on the chair very cooperatively, allowing him to fasten the buckle belt for himself.

If you want to see the sky, just look up.

He has seen it many times, whether it is the galaxy in a clear night or the blue sky like a blue sea in the daytime.

"I also have one in my office." Liu Xi helped him adjust the tightness of the helmet while turning on the computer, with a nostalgic tone: "Every time I am tired from work, or when I am restless, I will go in and have a look. .”

sky?

Once Xin Qiji left, he might not be able to come back.

Liu Zi knew this in his heart, but he had no intention of keeping him.

He has said goodbye too many times, and those who want to return will naturally return at all costs.

Do not stay.

The familiar darkness once again enveloped Xin Qiji's entire field of vision, and with the noise-canceling earmuffs on, even the sound returned to silence.

Just like the chaos before the beginning of all things.

Liu Xi's voice came from the earphones: "Is it loud?"

"Fortunately."

"Then I'll start."

Vision suddenly lit up.

Xin Qiji couldn't find himself, he could only see a vast night sky.

Just like the countless night skies he had seen before, the light of the stars flickered faintly, like drops of water scattered all over the ground.

"Prepare."

The next moment, the camera began to zoom up continuously.

Although Xin Qiji couldn't find his own entity, he could see that he was constantly climbing into the sky, as if he was flying.

He subconsciously grasped the armrest of the chair, and held his breath a little flustered.

"Five kilometers vertically."

As far as the eyes can see, there is only the boundless sky, but he seems to have wings and is still flying upwards.

"Fifty kilometers."

The contours of the ground are becoming more and more blurred, and they have been smeared together like color blocks.

"Five hundred kilometers."

"Five thousand kilometers."

Xin Qiji's eyes widened, he felt that he had passed through the dense clouds and was still flying towards endless heights.

"Fifty thousand kilometers."

He turned his head and found that the ground already had a vaguely obvious arc outline.

That is Earth.

It was drawn in the book, and there is a globe at home.

But whether compared to the sky or the ground, he is as small as a speck of dust.

"One hundred thousand kilometers." Liu Xi's voice was cold and clean, reminding him that this was not a dream: "Take a look at this planet."

Xin Qiji hardly dared to blink.

In the distance, there is already a dark blue unknown space.

And the abstract earth in the concept appeared in front of his eyes like a giant image in the sky.

There are ice-white traces on the sea-blue planet, which is huge, quiet and peaceful.

If you stare at it for too long, you can even forget your own existence.

There was silence in his ears, and even the beating of his heart was very clear.

Although it is only peeking at the whole picture of this planet from a high altitude, it seems to be touching life and the unknown.

"Further away." Liu Xi's voice sounded again, guiding him to look sideways.

"I love the firmaments, their sparkle and brightness."

"Just like these sentient beings."

He input a coordinate, and Xin Qiji's field of vision changed directly in the next second, and the bright light burst out in an instant.

The young man was sitting on the chair, his hands tightly grasping the armrests as if he was afraid of falling.

"Mr. Liu, this is—what is this?"

In the extremely dark universe, there are stars shining one after another like floating dust.

And among them, the light crimson cloud of dust and gas is spreading out like mountain mist, silently coexisting with the stars in the sky.

"This is the Horsehead Nebula," Liu Xi looked at the changing scene on the computer screen, propped his chin and said, "In a few million years, this nebula will be blown away by the strong light of the stars in Orion's constellation."

Hundreds of... thousands of years.

He entered the coordinates again, and the scene in front of him changed again.

The dark gold and blue are like splashes of paint spreading across the curtain of the universe, and the shapes are intertwined and splashed like flames. Tiny rays of light are scattered in the nebula like pieces of gold, and the white light in the center is like a mist.

"What is this?"

Sitting alone in the sky, Xin Qiji felt that he had forgotten the whole world, and even his heart was strangely silent.

He is so insignificant, and the mysteries of the world are so endless.

"This is NGC 5189, a cloud of glowing gas left behind by a dying star."

Liu Xi is obviously a frequent visitor to this lonely place, and when he talks about it, he seems to be talking about a familiar friend.

"At the center of this cloud of gas is a white dwarf star that has now exhausted its fuel, etching out this jet of gas."

Like a flame floating in the night, like a star being ignited in silence.

Xin Qiji held his breath, not knowing what to say.

He originally thought that when he came into contact with those modern knowledge, it was like opening his eyes.

Seeing all this shocking and magnificent things now, I suddenly feel childish.

"When I see this nebula of death, I will think of the poem you copied." Liu Xun said in a low voice, "The east wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night, and the stars fall like rain."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

Xin Qiji sat in nothingness, stared at the white dwarf that was about to disappear and said, "I wrote that."

"Huh?" Liu Xun smiled slightly in surprise, "You really wrote it?"

"Ah."

"That's a pity, I don't even want to let you go." Liu Xi smiled and said with downcast eyes: "Your writing...is really good."

"How about, let's look at the sun again."

In the next second, his field of vision was emptied into darkness.

"—All people will put out the fire, and I alone will hold it high."

In the silence, the sun slowly lit up.

The golden-red sun is huge enough to occupy the entire sky, burning like an eternal flame.

Compared with the sun, the stars are as small as a mustard seed, and the blazing light is like a god.

Liu Xi stared at the burning sun in the dark sky, with a relieved smile in his eyes, and his voice was still cold as before.

"I use this fire to spend the dark night of my life."

-

In the spring of the new year, three children were born.

Zhao Gou's two emperors were born in safety and health, and began to grow up slowly amid the congratulations and blessings of the ministers.

And in the upper reaches of the Onan River in the distant Mobei grassland, there was another baby named Temujin.

Jin Guo did not arrange for the driver to go to Lin Guo to learn driving skills, but directly ordered the Lin Guo people to drive the car to Tokyo, and then returned to Lin Guo in the same car.

Liu Xi hesitated for a moment, but agreed to the request.

In a short period of time, Jin Guo, like Song Guo, did not dare to disrespect or offend Lin Guo.

If there is a war, the result will be completely crushing. Whoever does this is asking for a dead end.

The previous edict was naturally issued by Yun Qi and Tang Yi after discussion, and Wan Yanyong also felt quite subtle about it.

The premise of changing Chang'an and Luoyang back is that the Jin and Song Dynasties can conquer the entire Xixia.

The time for the assembly of the two armies was set in July of this year. It was said that they would assemble in Gyeongju directly after the training and drills were completed, and then march west together.

From the moment Yun Qi learned that Lin Guo intended to sell the car, he showed a look of surprise that he had never seen before.

She never expected that the Pro Congress would develop so quickly.

—— Being able to sell cars means that gasoline can already be supplied, so it can be inferred that there are oil reserves near Yangzhou. After all, it is impossible for Song to have the technology to prepare gasoline.

And oil can make the country directly energy independent and start to promote the development of heavy industry.

Heavy industry means the absolute crushing of production capacity and the revival of military industry.

When Song Jin was still using incendiary catapults, they might have been able to build steel cannons and chariots.

——And it is impossible for her to fight against the increasingly powerful and invincible Lin Kingdom by herself.

It doesn't make any sense to move to the entire Golden Kingdom.

Because to Yun Qi, the Kingdom of Jin is a piece of loose sand, even if it is mixed with water and rice milk for a long time, it can only become a puddle of mud.

But she couldn't arouse Jin Guo's suspicion.

When Wan Yanyong summoned her into the palace again, Yun Qi had already written a whole car manual overnight, explaining briefly and clearly the approximate time for learning driving skills and how the army should be deployed.

The convoy was soon driven to Tokyo, and many crop fields were inevitably crushed along the way.

Tang Yi stood on the tall building and watched the modern convoy enter the city gate, feeling a bit unreal like dreaming.

The sugar industry has begun to scale up continuously.

Beet itself is widely planted and highly edible. In addition, the imperial court ordered the recovery of those uneaten stems, and there were many farmers who cooperated—even businessmen rode fast horses to various villages to collect these beet stems, packed them in sacks and sold them together. Go to the Yamen.

The development of an industry must be extensive and popular.

Tang Yi was tossed about by Yun Qi, and he began to wonder if Yun Qi was a villain sent by Lin Guo.

On his side, he has to be busy appeasing the Song Khitans who suppressed the uprising, presided over the reform and restoration of agriculture, and has to worry about a bunch of messy things about the sugar industry.

I'm afraid Jin Guo has not recovered and become rich, and he will become bald first.

After the three batches of chariots had assembled in the school grounds, the people of Linguo had a soft-footed feast and said goodbye politely, Wan Yanyong didn't have any intention of keeping them.

He had been handed a secret letter from the county lady long ago, saying that he had something important to discuss.

After the people from Linguo had left, Yun Qi, who was wearing a white fox vest, finally entered the hall.

She was also holding a strange thing in her hand, which looked like an iron box, but it didn't look like it.

"Remember the previous transaction?"

"Trading?" Wan Yanyong frowned and said, "That's what you said, equal rewards?"

"Yeah." Yun Qi said without changing his expression, "I want a car."

"What—" Wanyan Yonghan said in a low voice, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I said," she looked at him, "I want a car."

"Are you crazy?" Wan Yanyong slapped the table angrily, causing the room to be filled with loud noises: "Do you know how much it cost me to get these three batches of goods - just your Lin Guo The emperor, that bastard surnamed Liu blackmailed Lao Tzu and gave him all the money, land and iron ore, and you still want a car?!"

"Are you worthy?!"

Yun Qi lowered his eyes, with a clear map and route in his mind, and a familiar face.

She is going to the Song Kingdom.

Relying on horses is too dangerous, and not all the gangsters you meet on the road may be bewitched by beauty.

The safest way is to get yourself a car.

"Your Majesty." She hugged the strange-looking iron box and whispered: "Do you still remember that the emperor of Song Dynasty spent a lot of money to buy three Yaodu artifacts, one was sent to Xiangyang, and the other was sent to Sizhou ."

Although Zhao Gou seems to have changed his person now, after all, the Song Kingdom has been corrupt for too long, and Jin Guo's eyeliner has been planted almost up and down. Knowing this secret is not difficult at all.

Although Li Shi intended to discuss this deal during his visit to Yangzhou, he was rejected by General Qian on the grounds that the span was too far and the construction was difficult.

Wan Yanyong naturally wanted this treasure - but even if they gave money, they wouldn't sell it, there was no way to solve this matter.

"Could you... still do this?" Wan Yanyong, who was still annoyed just now, seemed to be caught in his weakness when he heard the word "sacred weapon", he suppressed his emotions and looked at her with doubts: "You know everything. Saintess?"

"I took this thing out of the car—I just asked you to take the keys and go to the car just for this." Yun Qi weighed the things in his arms and said without changing expression: "This is car radio."

You can listen to various programs, but it has no communication function.

"Radio?"

"It's like a beacon tower that can transmit sound." She raised her head, holding a toolbox and a radio in her hands, like a mechanic in ancient costume: "I will help you build a long-distance communication network in the Kingdom of Jin—on the premise that , you want to give me a car of my choice."

"What if I don't give it?" Wan Yanyong said coldly, "Are you so presumptuous that you dare to raise conditions at any time?!"

Among this group of ministers, who is not sincere and fearful of him, and is extremely careful.

Only she—the wanton slut!

Yun Qi seemed to be a little distracted, so he just said casually: "I can see the trade deficit, the potential of sugar crops, and Jin Guoli, everything you can't see."

"If you want to kill me or mistreat me, you will lose the most."

What she said was so light that it completely aroused the anger of the superiors.

"Fifteen days, I'll give you fifteen days!" Wanyan Yong directly threw the teacup on the ground angrily, letting the hot water splash all over the eunuch next to him, his voice was still harsh: "If you can't build it well, What you said, wait to be sent to the barracks!"

Yun Qi hugged the radio station and nodded, and retreated without even being able to salute.

Tang Yi originally waited at the side of the hall and wanted to go over to speak, but unexpectedly listened to the whole conversation.

When Yun Qi came out, he stopped her with a shocked expression: "Yun Qi! What do you want to do?"

"Make a few car radio stations, and change to a car of my own." Yun Qi was still in a state of distraction, as if he couldn't concentrate on talking to anyone.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do with the power supply of the radio station? Use the electricity generated by the car—" Tang Yi said with an emphasis: "Yunqi, how could you know these things, these—"

What the hell is this crazy woman trying to do? ? ?

"My father taught me." Yun Qi hugged the box tightly, as if holding a teddy bear, and didn't want other people to intervene. He just lowered his eyes and said coldly: "I knew how to do this when I was 12 years old." , don’t worry about it.”

She glanced back at him, suddenly thinking.

Tang Yi has interfered too much with the Kingdom of Jin, and is constantly mediating conflicts within the Kingdom of Jin.

With him around, his overall plan is very likely to be disrupted.

——This person cannot be kept.

Tang Yi was stared at her abruptly, subconsciously looked at her face for a few seconds, then forcibly looked away, and coughed unnaturally.

Before he could say anything, Yun Qi hurried back to the main hall with the box in his arms. Before Wan Yanyong could see her figure clearly, he saw her prostrate on the ground and saluted in a smooth manner.

This woman... really doesn't even have the slightest shame to kowtow to the ground.

All actions are motivated, pure to the point of bewitching.

"My minister is not strong enough, and I still want to ask for a male slave." She fell on the ground, and said with a serious look: "I hope the official family will approve."

You and I were talking about you and me just now, but now you know that you are a humble minister?

Wan Yanyong frowned and remained silent for a few seconds, then asked, "You want Wei Yuan?"

"Ah."