Murong Jing put down the teacup in his hand and said coldly: "People do have it, but what idea do you have?" ”

Qin Daixin raised the letter in her hand, and only said: "I don't want to learn from the eldest lady of the Tie family, run away from home with a good play, no matter how she is, she is also my mother, filial piety crushes people to death, I don't want to become the target of public criticism." simply borrowed the power of my eldest brother, and only said that there was something for me to help, and I would leave home for a while, so as to calm my mother's heart. ”

"It's just a letter, is your mother relieved to let you go?"

Qin Dai sighed in her heart, her face fluttered, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad, she only said: "It's strange to say, as long as Qin Ziying speaks, my mother will do everything, I'm afraid that my eldest brother will say that the sun in the sky is dark, and my mother will follow suit." If she hadn't, I wouldn't have found a way out. ”

Murong Jing took the letter in her hand, looked at it twice, and then said, "How do you want people to write it?" ”

"Well, if you want to be true and false, you have to communicate from head to end, find someone to rewrite a letter according to my eldest brother's handwriting, keep the content of the previous two pages, and change the rest of these." Qin Daixin had a bad face, like a calculating little fox.

"How to change."

"Didn't he report that he was okay at all? Let's follow his meaning, just say that Tie Yihou is taking care of his family affairs, the other party is the daughter of Jiangmen, her appearance and talent are all superior, and she is a well-known talented woman, but there are many people who want to marry, and the eldest brother is not sure, so he wants me to get close to the girl and become sisters with her, so that I can borrow my hand to promote the marriage between the two, what do you think? ”

Murong Jing secretly laughed, "It's up to you." ”

Qin Dai was proud, "In this way, my mother will send me back to Beijing to fully assist my eldest brother, and then this girl will be free." ”

Murong Jing smiled and handed the letter in his hand to Mother Yang, and ordered: "Invite Mr. Jiang into the mansion and ask him to wait for me in the study, and send this letter over." ”

Yang's mother took it. He bowed and quietly retreated.

"The letter has arrived, can we go back to Taizhou overnight?"

"In such a hurry? But what happened over there? ”

Murong Jing shook his head, "Your people are still in Taizhou, we have to go back and gather them." Arrange for a few more days. ”

Qin Dai thought for a while, "That's right." "Li Wan'er, I have to give another notice, there are really a lot of things!

"Okay, you go and have someone write a letter, and we'll pack up and leave overnight. Oh, by the way, I have to give you a notice to let Xue Qing come here to join us. ”

Murong Jing got up. said: "Got it, don't worry!" I'll go ahead, if you're tired, rest for a while, there are a lot of books in this room, read them if you like. ”

Qin Daixin nodded. watched Murong Jing leave the house.

She sat in front of the bookcase, repeating the picture, and the more she looked at it, the more bottomless her heart became.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, no one can be sure of the emperor's attitude, if he wants to attack Murong Jing in the future, he is afraid that he will be guilty of adding to it. How exactly do you do it. Murong Jing can retreat with his whole body! Does he really have to support his own army and have the ability to compete with the imperial power before he can protect himself?

Yan Huang will always be a thorn in his emperor's heart, right?

Qin Dai thought about it, rolled up the map on the bookcase, and then took a stack of thick rice paper from the bookshelf.

She lifted her pen. Constantly thinking about the appearance, form and structure of the fire gun in my memory, that thing originated in the Song Dynasty, but the power is not very good, to talk about the later development. Germany and England are the paradise for the development of firearms.

She made up her mind, picked up her pen and brushed it on the paper.

I don't know how long it took for Qin Daixin to stop writing.

In Murong Jing's small study in Qingyou Courtyard, there are waste paper balls on the ground.

Qin Daixin drew a group, and after a group, she painted again, and finally painted a work that satisfied her.

What she drew was a sketch of a musket.

Different from the assault rifle of the Southern Song Dynasty, she drew a sketch of the firing gun, in addition to the overall shape of the gun, as well as the decomposition model, the internal structure of the drawing, she painted in detail, every place is marked with annotations, including the use of materials, forging technology, she mentioned.

Qin Daixin stared at her sketch for a long time, and suddenly felt funny, she was really stupid! After painting so much, she didn't know if she could use it or not, and she wasted the whole afternoon for this.

Qin Daixin stared at the sketch in his hand and was stunned, and he didn't know if he could pick up their day again in this otherworldly country. Although it was the original firing gun, not AK, Qin Daixin seemed to want to touch them again in her dreams.

"Alas, I'm afraid it's a fool's dream!"

"Why sigh, what a fool is talking about a dream!" Murong Jing walked over, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"I'm done." Qin Daixin didn't hide it from him, and directly handed over the things in his hand.

Murong Jing put down the letter in his hand, took Qin Daixin's sketch and looked at it seriously.

Qin Dai was a little nervous, would he think that this picture was too fanciful, I don't know what to say? Or is it simply unacceptable?

Ever since Murong Jing expressed her stance and said that she would go with the flow and would not force her to tell her secrets, Qin Daixin consciously, slowly, little by little, revealed to him those things that had been hidden from her before. She felt that this method was more relaxed, at least there was a buffer, so as not to pour people from head to toe all at once.

"How's that, do you understand?"

Murong Jing spread out the sketch in his hand and asked her seriously, "This is the musket you said." ”

"Yes! This one, it's called a shooting pistol, although it's not powerful, but it's enough, I just don't know if this thing can be made. Qin Daixin glanced at him and asked, "That Emei thorn is very good, I don't know if this firing pistol can work." Why don't you bring Yan Lao Liu and his apprentices here and study them with you people in Yanhuangli, maybe we can open up the world? In the end, Qin Daixin seemed to see that the gun had been manufactured, and there was a special joy in her heart.

Murong Jing faced a pile of sketches from modern times, and there was a deep sense of failure.

He couldn't understand any of these things, although they were marked with names, functions, and more detailed annotations, but these things were combined to form a thing called "gun", which was the same gun as he knew. Except for the same name, there is simply nothing like it.

"What's the matter, I can't do it!"

Murong Jing smiled bitterly and pointed his long finger at the sketch. He only said: "I don't understand any of these things." Where the hell did you find such a strange thing? He now knows that the Mitsubishi military spur and the continuous shooting spur were not researched by her, she must have had some adventures, or someone else had a good guide for her.

Qin Dai glanced at him sadly, as if reminding him of the agreement between them.

"Isn't it really impossible to do it? Hard, right? "That's right! In this era, the level of productivity is not comparable with modern times, and although the firing gun is backward and old-fashioned, it is eighteen. It is indeed difficult for a foreigner to invent something in the nineteenth century and to tinker with it in this backward time and space.

Murong Jing has always felt that he is a person who has no feelings, less sorrow, less joy. It's even less likely to be curious about what's going on. But now, he felt that he had to die of curiosity! I can't ask her immediately, but I just said that I don't want to ask, is it only a day later, and I want to beat myself in the mouth?

No, you have to hold back.

"Not necessarily, but. You have to ask the craftsman, you're right, maybe we should take Yan Lao Liu first! He pretended to be calm and said to Qin Daixin: "This kind of thing, if you can't rush it, just do your best." ”

Murong Jing is a fox who has cultivated for thousands of years, and he doesn't blink his eyes when he pretends to be garlic. Qin Daixin can usually be very insightful to others, but she is defenseless against Murong Jing, and she is unsuspecting, so she was naturally easily deceived.

Qin Daixin asked Murong Jing to put away the sketch, and only said, "It doesn't matter if these things can be done or not." It's always my whim, you put it away, put it in the hands of a reliable person, and don't let it slip out. ”

Murong Jing naturally didn't agree, of course, Qin Daixin's face put the sketch into a box.

"By the way, what did you bring in, is the letter ready?" Making guns is a long-term thing, and she can't keep an eye on it, but fooling the Su family is a matter in front of her, and she must do her best to solve it.

Murong Jing didn't say anything, and showed the letter to Qin Daixin with an expressionless face.

Qin Daixin shook her head, no wonder this product is twenty-seven, it looks like it is in its early twenties, its face is expressionless, cold, naturally there are no expression lines, forehead lines, nasolabial folds......

While secretly discussing, she opened the "Qin Ziying's family letter", and the more she looked at it, the bigger the smile on her lips, and finally she couldn't help but giggle.

is so talented, the person who wrote the letter not only imitated Qin Ziying's handwriting ninety percent ninety, but also learned the tone of the words very well. Su Shi is not a smart woman, she will definitely be tricked.

"Okay, with this letter, Miss Ben won't get out easily?" Qin Daixin was secretly happy, and at the same time carefully accepted the letter, and then raised her eyes to look at the sky outside.

Unconsciously, the golden wuxi fell, and the sunset on the horizon reflected the entire courtyard red.

"Wow, it's all this hour." Qin Dai said anxiously: "What about Xueqing, when are we leaving?" ”

"Don't worry, I've already arranged for someone to send her back, I always have to eat and prepare some more things!"

Qin Daixin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was also good, after all, it was useless to rush this kind of thing.

Just thinking about it, she suddenly felt someone pull her sleeve.

"What?" She glanced at Murong Jing strangely, only to see him carefully roll up her sleeves, as if checking the tattoo on her arm for her.

"It's time to take off the cotton cloth, you wait for me, I'll go get the ointment, so it's good." Murong Jing didn't raise his head and hurriedly left.

Qin Daixin couldn't help but laugh as she looked at his background. This man is really a complex of contradictions, you say he is indifferent, he will always jump out and care about you when you need it, you just want to praise him for being considerate, right? He put on a poker face again, his face expressionless, not even a smile.

In the end, Qin Daixin could only classify him as, an ancient uncle who didn't understand romance. It seems that this is the only way to explain it!

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Sorry for the apprehension waiting for the results......