I really didn't take the emperor of the enemy country as a stand-in

The first month passed quickly, and the spring snow melted. The northern part of Nanxin was still extremely cold, but the southern part was already busy with spring plowing.

"The State of Luo repelled the State of Yan for the sixth time, and even pursued it all the way to the border of the State of Yan. The State of Yan declared a truce and retreated."

"Except for Liang, the rest of the alliance has been attacked by the north. Some countries have asked Luo for help."

The Minister of Military Affairs has reported.There was silence.

He walked quietly back to the queue himself, as if not expecting any disturbance from these affairs.

Hubu Shangshu cleared his throat: "The next thing is about the management and funding of this year's spring planting..."

Immediately, the quiet ministers began to discuss in a hurry.

At the end of the court meeting, new seed bills, aqueduct construction, and the new year's imperial examination system all produced proposals, but there was no topic about the military at all.

The ministers went down to the court and discussed one after another: "Every day there is news that different countries are at war, but our country has always stayed out of it."

"War is not a good thing." Many courtiers have long been assimilated by Zhong Lang, and it seems that a beam of holy light will descend from the sky in the next second to welcome them to become immortals. "A strong national power and a virtuous cycle are the way to govern the country."

"That being said, how can we stay out of it forever? If there is a day..."

……

In the study room, the charcoal basin was burning hot.The early spring season can already make people sweat.

"Li Quan, put out the charcoal basin. The weather is getting hotter." Zhong Lan raised his head from a pile of memorials, rubbed his stiff neck, complaining about Wen Yao's procrastination in his heart.

Li Quan walked into the study room, waved to the little eunuch to take out the charcoal basin, and leaned into Zhong Lan's ear with beaming brows, "Your Majesty, there is good news."

"what?"

"His Highness said that he has found the method of making gunpowder. He will return to Beijing next week."

Plop.The brush was thrown in the air a few times, splashing the ink all over the place, and then fell to the ground.

With tears in his eyes, Zhong Lan excitedly scanned the memorial on the table.Every day, when today's things are dealt with, it will be dark, and when I wake up, there will be new ones.Nanxin is bigger and more complex than before, and things have multiplied and multiplied.He has wanted to escape for a long time.

"He said he made gunpowder?" Zhong Lan thought to himself, did Wen Yao finally plan to expose it?He must have planned to return to the capital meekly with gunpowder, but he showed his minions in a quiet and uninhabited place in the palace.

"Will he bring a sample of gunpowder?"

"Yes. His Highness specifically said that this time there will be artisans accompanying him into the palace to have an audience."

God, even brought his assistants along!

Zhong Lan took a deep breath, held back the tears of excitement, and stood up in relief: "We have to prepare well."

On the day that Wen Yao returned to the palace, tears filled the eyes of civil and military officials from all over the court.

The Prince Regent formed a temporary group, and later established the Artifact Bureau, and even went out to collect wind and investigation for gunpowder, and now finally has a gratifying achievement.

The craftsman who followed Wen Yao back to the palace used to be a scholar who was unwilling and obsessed with technology. He had never been to a temple before, and he responded nervously to the greetings of the ministers all the way.

When he arrived at the clean place, he whispered in Wen Yao's ear: "Your Highness, are these adults so enthusiastic because they are waiting for gunpowder to go to war?"

Wen Yao: "No."

He wondered: "Why is that?"

Wen Yao's words choked in his throat, he suddenly stopped and looked forward.

In the garden, Zhong Lang was lying peacefully on a deck chair, surrounded by a group of ministers.

The voices of their voices came faintly: "With gunpowder, other countries will not dare to attack rashly. My Nanxin's stability will last longer!"

Wen Yao: "..."

The craftsman who heard the answer: "..."

Wen Yao hadn't been in the court for a few days, but now he was a little strange - the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty were almost assimilated by Zhong Lang.

Some of the ministers in the distance noticed the two of them, and hurriedly bowed from a distance: "See Your Highness!"

Zhong Lan suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

This glance, the sparkle in the sentimental eyes, seems to be only Wen Yao.

"You're back."

Wen Yao and these craftsmen will hold an exhibition on the outskirts of the capital, and they will also live in the courtyard of the city with everyone from the Artifact Bureau for the past few days.Zhong Lan called him into the palace every day, but every time he dealt with things indifferently and hurried out of the palace.

Princess Yuncheng was watering the flowers in the yard with a kettle.There was a loud noise outside the courtyard, apparently Wen Yao had returned.Looking at the sun, it was obviously later than the previous two days, but there was nothing serious today, Yun Cheng clicked his tongue, probably Wen Yao's illness had fallen again, and Zhong Lan couldn't even move his feet.

Sure enough, when Wen Yao walked into the yard, his pace was loose, as if he was absent-minded.

"Have you been exposed?" Yun Cheng cleared his throat, feeling that he had to take responsibility as a military adviser, "Don't startle the snake."

Wen Yao shook his head and looked away.

Yun Cheng immediately realized: "You are not tempted by him again, are you?"

"..."

"I knew it. You suddenly said that you wanted to give Nan Xin some gunpowder prescriptions for defense. You always think about him, don't you?"

"..."

Yun Cheng sighed, and immediately said: "You said earlier that you need to completely control Mr. Xin this time, but you can't scare him or hurt him. If this is the case, you can only wait for Luo Guo to dominate and Nan Xin is willing to surrender. If you expose him in advance, he may be hurt by you again, and even try his best to escape, and you will never catch his heart. At this time, the more mistakes you do, the closer you are to him, the easier it will be exposed."

"It's natural." Wen Yao snorted coldly, walked through the backyard and walked into his wing room, "Gu still has this bit of self-control."

"Remember, before Luo Guo annexes other countries in the world and becomes the overlord, you must not rashly disturb Nan Xin, or you will scare your lover away."

Yun Cheng held the kettle, watched the door close in front of him, shrugged his shoulders.

Did Wen Yao know that he had a guilty and charming blush just now?

The next day, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty gathered in the martial arts arena in the capital.Members of the Artifact Bureau have prepared all kinds of "newly invented" firearms to submit the answers to His Majesty and the court.

Zhong Lan purposely set Wen Yao's seat closer to him, so that he could join forces with the firearm-wielding soldiers on the martial arts arena to rebel and "control himself".

His eyes squinted and fell on Wen Yao's face.The latter looked cold and calm, as if he hadn't noticed him.Such indifference is like the young couple deliberately being angry.

Is he still somehow thinking that he has scumbed him?

Zhong Lan kept drinking tea and water to hide his uneasiness when thinking.Wen Yao's slight movement of adjusting his sitting posture will arouse his joyful anticipation.

Since you think you've been scumbag, how about revenge?Take away the throne and punish me, how long are you going to wait?

Wen Yao was unmoved, and stared into the distance seriously with no expression on his face.

The show begins.

The specially trained firearms soldiers first took out a small black box, ignited it with a fuse, and then quickly evacuated. After two breaths, a cloud of dust exploded on the martial arts arena.

All the ministers looked at each other with satisfaction.

"The Firearms Bureau has produced three different weapons. The first is fire caltrops, which can be buried in the dust to make traps or lines of defense, and ignited with long wires."

Demonstration soldiers lit a thread on the ground with kindling, and turned an hourglass upside down at the same time. After the sand flowed out, several violent noises were accompanied.Everyone was startled, only to realize that the ground had been covered with fire thorns from the very beginning.

"The second is the triple arrow. The three arrows are connected together and carry a huge gunpowder load at the same time. This is an improvement of the flying arrow to increase the weight of the arrow to obtain a more dramatic effect."

After the demonstration, with a bang, a pre-built stone wall collapsed.

"The third is the signal flare used for communication. Put it on the ground and ignite it, and the flame will rush up and explode in the sky to warn the companions in the distance."

The crowd was in an uproar, and only then did they realize that gunpowder had other functions besides bombing.

The disguised soldier bent down and lit the small flare on the ground.The wire was gradually burned shorter and shorter—to the end of the burn.

"Why didn't the ammunition go out?"

All the ministers on the martial arts field began to whisper to each other.

Zhong Lan knew that this was just an ordinary dud.It is normal for the gunpowder craft that has just been formed.However, most people here do not have a clear understanding of gunpowder. For them, there is no such thing as a "success rate".

Suspicions immediately spread throughout the auditorium.

The soldier who demonstrated immediately panicked, stepped forward to check the dud, probed, stretched his neck, and stretched out his hands to fiddle with it...

Wen Yao suddenly snapped: "Stay away!"

The soldier subconsciously took a step back, and trembling, the signal flare that was standing on its own fell to the ground.

"boom--"

The signal flare exploded belatedly!The fire that was supposed to go towards the sky, stuck to the dusty ground like a scurrying mouse, and rushed towards the auditorium quickly and violently!

At the same time, screams exploded in the auditorium.

"It's heading towards His Majesty!"

Zhong Lang jumped up into the air nimbly, just in time to dodge.Accompanied by a loud noise, the flames hit the stage and caused a shock!With a creaking sound, there was an omen of breaking from the platform originally made of wood!

When the bell fell to the ground, the foot just stepped on the broken place, and the center of gravity was empty!

"careful!"

Zhong Lan could have adjusted his body subconsciously and jumped up, but the moment he heard the sound, his hands and feet seemed to have other ideas, and he let the hero save the beauty limply, and was embraced into a familiar embrace.

"Your Majesty! Are you all right?"

"Quick, hurry up and send the doctor!"

"Don't hurt the dragon's body."

There were exclamations one after another everywhere.Zhong Lan lay in the embrace of that very familiar but rarely touched recently, his eyelashes fluttering.The thin muscles on the thin arms tightened slightly, pulling Wen Yao's collar like grabbing a life-saving straw, looking extremely harmless.

Quick, you can order the soldiers on the martial arts field to surround me.

Wen Yao didn't move.His long hair was scattered, and a few strands fell on Zhong Lan's face, crisp and itchy.

No way?Zhong Lang wondered why Wen Yao didn't do anything.

Suddenly, he felt that embrace became extremely stiff - Wen Yao was also very familiar with his body, and he was no longer the boy who would blush and heartbeat just because of a slight touch.The stiffness at this time can only show that Wen Yao has a ghost in his heart.

Zhong Lan breathed a sigh of relief.Sure enough, he is trying to rob the palace now?

Suddenly, the hand covering his waist tightened slightly, holding him immobile.

Zhong Lan suppressed his joy and pretended nothing happened, so as not to disturb Wen Yao's plan to force the palace.He raised his head and gently pushed Wen Yao's chest.He asked dryly, "Wen Yao, are you alright?"

Wen Yao's eyes fell on his neck, and when his Adam's apple moved, he could only utter an emotionless "um".

Other than that, nothing happened.

There was a long silence in the air.

Why is he still hesitating?Zhong Lan was puzzled.

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