The next morning, Jing Ge opened his eyes and found that he was already lying in the bedroom in wide clothes, and when he sat up, he only felt a faint pain in his temples, which was the sequelae of drunkenness.

"Your Highness is awake." Qianxue came in with a plate of water, wrung out the towel, and wiped Jing Ge's face.

"What about them?" Jing Ge asked.

The Yang brothers have been sent back to the house, and Meng Lun and Guan Shicong are asleep in the guest room, and it seems that they will not wake up for a while. I'm afraid I'm going to sleep until mid-afternoon. Qianxue said.

Jing Ge is not good at drinking, he drank the least last night, so he woke up early in the morning.

He came to the courtyard, and Mother Jing and Aunt Lan were preparing to go out.

"Ge'er, woke up so early? Don't get more sleep? Jing's mother thought he would sleep until noon before getting up.

"Mother, where are you going?" Jing Ge asked.

"Go and help with the soup kitchen." Jing Mu said.

"I'll go with you." Jing Ge said.

"Okay." Jingmu took his hand and led him out, just like when she was a child.

The Zhenguo Mansion is the residence of His Majesty the Emperor, located on a bustling street in the central area of the imperial capital.

Jing Ge followed his mother out of the mansion and headed southeast, to the edge of the capital, which was a place where the poor lived. The prosperity of the center of the capital is based on the hard work of these people at the bottom with a huge base.

The center of Luoyang is Weiyang Palace, and the streets near Weiyang Palace are inhabited by powerful high-ranking officials and nobles in the court. The outer circle is also rich and noble, and seven or eight out of ten people in Luoyang City live in the outermost circle and struggle to make a living.

Some of them are native civilians of Luoyang, and more people from all over Daqin come with dreams, hoping to find a chance to get ahead in the imperial capital. It's just that the reality here is far more cruel than they imagined, and most of the people who have drifted here have no fixed place to live, have no food to eat, are exploited, and even have their souls cut off here.

Luoshui, which passes around the city, takes away thousands of corpses every year, and no one cares whether these people live or die. Every day people die for a variety of reasons, and new people come in.

Ten miles of flea nests, the slums of the imperial capital.

These places, known as flea nests, will not be traced by dignitaries. Because these places were so poor, there were often desperate people who robbed and robbed property, and it was not until the Fifth Division executed dozens of people here with a "cloak dance" that this situation was stopped.

If it were not a last resort, no big man would come to such a place where sewage flowed and smelled, lest the filthy smell of it tarnish his noble status.

Emotions have always been a two-way street, and the nobles in the center of the city loathe these filthy poor people, and the people who live in the flea nests have no good feelings for them, except for the Duchess of Zhenguo.

Jing Ge followed Jing's mother into the flea nest and came to a few rooms with a few simple tables in front of them, and a long line in front of the tables that could not be seen. There were several large cauldrons in front and back of the room, cooking porridge, and the staff here had begun to scoop the gruel spoonful by spoon onto the various containers in front of the table.

These worn-out urns, notched bowls, and a small bamboo tube are the rice bowls for those poor people to hold porridge.

When those people saw Jing Mu coming, they all saluted respectfully.

"I've seen Madame."

Jing Mu smiled gently, "You don't have to be polite. She walked over to help with the porridge.

The crowd at the front of the line wiped the shabby clothes on their bodies, trying to wipe their dark hands clean, and then carefully took the rice bowl handed to them by Jingmu. Try not to touch Jingmu's fingers as much as possible, so as not to stain Madame.

The line was very long, and Jing Ge could tell from their expressions that they were already hungry, but there was no commotion at all, and everything was in order.

"Madame has set up a number of soup kitchens in the flea nest with the Generalissimo's money in the past three years, and often comes to help in person, and they all know Madame. I also respect Madame, and the people here will warn newcomers not to behave in the slightest rudeness in front of Madame. They will not allow anyone to offend Madame. The food stored in the soup kitchen is never lost, and they don't need to be cared for, and they don't steal it even if they are hungry. Qianxue said on the side.

Jing Ge nodded, these poor people living at the bottom of the society are the most simple and simple, and those who are good to them will keep their kindness in their hearts. Jing's mother has a noble status, but she does not dislike them, provides them with food, and even personally serves them porridge. Of course, they will be grateful and respect Jingmu.

"This is also a pharmacy set up by my wife, and I treat them for free." Qianxue said, pointing to a simple house.

"Although there are a lot of people in the Guogong Mansion, how long can this kind of relief for the poor last?" Jing Ge asked, if this is always the case, those poor people will instead rely on relief to live and become lazy, and the Guogong Mansion will not be able to support them one day.

"It's not as His Highness thinks, although this medical hall treats the sick for free, but after it heals the poor, it needs to collect the medicinal materials used on them. Usually, the herbs they occasionally get will be handed over to the pharmacy for free. So the herbs in the pharmacy will not run out. ”

"Madame also encouraged them to go to the outskirts of the city to open up wasteland, and to provide them with seeds, and although seven or eight out of ten of the fields they planted were to be given to the state, they would barely survive except for the famine." Qianxue guessed what Jing Ge was thinking and explained.

"I see." Mother is really intelligent, and she can do so for a long time, but she will do her best to make up for the consumption on the basis of the trustworthiness of those poor people.

Obviously, now that there is such a foundation, trust is mutual, Jingmu believes in them, and they have not disappointed Jingmu. Thinking of this, Jing Ge couldn't help but think of another world, if the hospital in that world also treats the poor first, and then let them make money and return it after curing the people. Maybe the healed sick will do what they can to repay it, like the poor people here.

Jing Ge also stepped forward to help, and when the dispatch was finished, it was close to noon, Jing Mu took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat beads on Jing Ge's forehead, and said pityingly, "I haven't done these jobs since I was a child, and I've worked hard for you." ”

Jing Ge smiled and didn't say much.

"Let's go back." Jing Mu said.

Returning to the bustling area of the capital, while walking, Jing Ge suddenly felt something in his heart and looked at an inconspicuous figure in the flow of people. It was an old man, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, bottomless, he was dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, his appearance was ordinary, his stature was short, except for the unique eyes, mixed in the flow of people, inconspicuous. But Jing Ge still noticed him for the first time.

"Prime Minister, Kou Huai." Qianxue whispered in Jingge's ear.

Kou Huai, is that Mo Kun's master, the founder of the Fifth Division?!

He was looking at Jing Ge and was slowly walking towards them.

"I've met the Prime Minister." Jing Mu led them to bow slightly. The prime minister has a very high status in Daqin, one person is above 10,000 people, commands hundreds of officials, and opens the government to govern affairs. Except for the Supreme Commander of the Legion, the Great General, all the other officials were subject to him.

"The Duchess is very polite." Kou Huai bowed back.

"Your Royal Highness, don't come unharmed, hehe." Kou Huai said with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern." Jing Ge thanked him calmly.

"You once escorted Purple Lingzhi for me, this old man remembers it, and set up a banquet to thank His Highness on another day." Kou Huai said amiably. He has always been very gentle, unpretentious, and easy to get close to.

"Why should you be polite, if there is nothing else, Your Highness will retire first, and will not hinder your visit." Jing Ge replied. He didn't want to have much to do with the man in front of him, even though he seemed to be a kind old man. But how could the founder of the Fifth Division, Mo Kun's master, and the prime minister of Great Qin be a simple and easy person, he must be a hidden old fox.

"Okay." Kou Huai nodded.

Jing Ge and the others said goodbye and left, and he saw Prime Minister Daqin for the first time.

Back in the Guogong Mansion, Meng Lun and Guan Shicong were still asleep, and Jing's mother went to prepare lunch. Jing Ge returned to his room, walked into the inner room, closed his eyes and stood quietly in the center.

"Where did you sleep last night?" Jing Ge suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qianxue behind him and asked.

"Huh?" Qianxue Qiao's face was slightly red, and she pointed to a chair in front of the bed in the inner room and whispered, "Here." ”

Jing Ge sighed, nodded, and said with a smile, "It turns out that you slept on a chair last night, why didn't you come to bed." ”

Qianxue said slightly embarrassed, "Your Highness didn't order." ”

"Mother must be trustworthy for you to protect me." Jing Ge walked over to the rosewood table and turned a white porcelain carved vase. "Then, come with me to see the dark room of His Royal Highness."

As soon as the words fell, the floor of the inner room trembled slightly in Qianxue's surprised gaze, and the floor on the side of the bed parted to both sides, slowly revealing a square hole, and a bluestone staircase led to the ground.

"This, there is a dark room hidden in His Highness's room?" Qianxue's beautiful eyes widened and she asked in surprise.

Jing Ge nodded slightly, when he stood here, he knew that there was a dark room here, and he knew how to open it, but he didn't know why he could know. It seemed to have been sealed in his memory, and he could remember it now. It's just that he doesn't remember what's in the darkroom.

"Let's go, let's go down and have a look, I don't remember what's inside." Jing Ge did not hide it, and said directly.

Qianxue's figure flashed, and she walked in front of Jing Ge to explore the way, she was afraid that there would be some hidden weapons in the dark room that would hurt Jing Ge, after all, he had forgotten what was inside.

The bluestone staircase is not long, and it will soon come to an end, and there are no hidden weapons in the dark room. The top and walls of the dark chamber deep underground are inlaid with several luminous pearls from the East China Sea. It is a crystallization in the body of a large fish that can emit bright fluorescence for decades and is priceless, and the huge luminous beads emit a soft glow that illuminates the entire dark room.

On one side of the darkroom are rows of bookshelves, and on the other side are a number of weapons and some exotic treasures, as well as all kinds of strange items.

Jing Ge walked to the bookshelf and flipped through it slightly.

The classics of the hundred schools of thought contain the essence of the Mohists, the Yin-Yang Sect, the Legalists, and the Soldiers, which have obviously been selected. I think about it three years ago, I must have spent a lot of effort to get the contents of this dark room.

The rumored gentleman in the world is just a false appearance deliberately to avoid being assassinated and targeted. It is precisely because of this that those who assassinated Generalissimo Jingqing did not kill them all and cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Hunting dragon crossbow, Jing Ge put down the book and picked up a bow and crossbow. He had seen the men of the Fifth Division use such crossbow arrows.

"The dragon hunting crossbow invented by the Mo family." Qianxue looked at the bow and crossbow in his hand.

Jing Ge held it in his hand, looked at it, and understood the principle. It can shoot three crossbow arrows in a row at a time, using the momentum of the first arrow to charge the next arrow, and despite the exquisite design, the power of the remaining two arrows is inevitably attenuated by more than half.

He lowered his bow and turned his attention to a half-man-tall model of a ship.

"What is this?" He asked.

"This should be the Mo family's ark." Qianxue hesitated and said. "The real ark is huge."

Jing Ge reached out and fiddled with the boat a few times, and then pulled him off one by one.

Qianxue watched from the sidelines, a little puzzled why Jingge wanted to dismantle it, although this ark is a model, but the way it operates is the same as the real ark. In other words, except for the Mo family, no one could build such a ship, it was a real ark made in scale.

Ordinary people can't get in touch with this kind of thing at all, I'm afraid that Jing Ge spent a lot of money to get it through Wei Zijie borrowing the Wei family's channels. Why should such a rare thing be destroyed? She was a little distressed, but what His Highness wanted to do, she shouldn't interfere.

Jing Ge looked at her distressed appearance and said with a smile, "This is not a rare thing, if you like it, I'll make a few for you to play with another day." ”

It wasn't really a rarity for him, it was just a model of a ship. He took it apart just to see how high the Mo family's technology was. In his eyes, the technology that is not in the flow has surpassed the limits of what can be understood in this era.

The Mohists already knew how to use gears to transmit the energy obtained from combustion, which was a simple internal combustion engine device, but they could not do better due to the metal smelting technology and processing accuracy of this era. But the power of machinery far exceeds that of manpower, and those warships that rely on oars to row forward naturally appear vulnerable when they encounter this kind of Mojia ark.

"Your Highness knows the Mo family's tricks?" Qianxue asked in surprise.

"If I've seen it, I should be able to understand it." Jing Ge thought for a moment and replied, no matter how profound the trick is, it also needs to follow the basic principles of physics, so it shouldn't be difficult to understand.

Jing Ge swept through those strange items one by one, but whenever he encountered something interested, he picked it up and played with it to study it to understand the principle and structure. These are easy for Jingge.

After a while, Jing Ge raised his head and found Qian Xue behind him staring intently at the two swords on the shelf.

"What's so special about this sword?" Jing Ge walked over and picked up one of the swords. The hilt of the sword is cyan, and the narrow blade is more than three feet long.

"This sword, whose sword name is Shuanghua, ranks seventh on the list of divine soldiers, and it was once the sword of the first emperor's left sword servant." Qianxue said.

"Then, from now on, this sword belongs to you." Jing Ge threw the long sword in his hand to Qianxue without care, and he could tell from Qianxue's eyes that she liked this sword very much. If you like it, then take it and play with it.

Qianxue caught it in surprise, drew her sword out of its sheath, and the slender sword body was cold and shining, flashing with a cold luster. The moment it unsheathed, the entire dark room looked a little cold. Exposed to the air, the cold sword body condensed a layer of faint dew, and then formed into frost, covering the sword body.

Jing Ge was secretly surprised in his heart, what kind of material was this forged sword, it had such an amazing chill, it was really like its name.

Qianxue put the sword back into the scabbard, and although there was reluctance in her eyes, she handed it back to Jing Ge without hesitation, "Such a precious thing, the slave maid is not worthy of using it." ”

Jing Ge put his fingers together and knocked on the door of her head: "I don't have a long memory, what did I say before." ”

Qianxue bit her lip and remained silent.

"I don't need this sword." Jing Ge said.

"Your Highness can use it to reward meritorious people in the future." Qianxue said.

"I'll talk about it later, but now if there are good things, of course, I will use them for my friends first." Jing Ge picked up another sword and said casually.

"Your Highness treats me as a friend?" Qianxue asked in a low voice.

"What should you not be a friend of? When a lady? Jing Ge replied as a matter of course.

"Your Highness is so serious, since this is the case, the slave and maid will take it first." Qianxue said happily, the excitement in her eyes could not be hidden. Pulled out the long sword and pulled a sword flower, dancing at will, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and the sword shadow was continuous, obviously this sword was very suitable for her.

"What about this one, what is the origin?" Jing Ge picked up another ancient sword with a pitch-black hilt, it was also slender and sharp, but it was not equipped with a scabbard.

"Jiaowei Qin Sword, ranked eighth in the list of divine soldiers, is the sword of the right sword servant of the First Emperor. After the world was settled, the right sword servant married Song Xiao, the king of Song, and this sword followed the right sword to the Song State until the Song State was destroyed. Chiyuki revealed the origin of the sword.

"Its scabbard is a world-famous harp, Jiaowei Jianqin. Legend has it that the sword harp and the sword handle are made of sycamore wood, on the day of the sword, thunder and fire fell from the sky, striking on the sword, making the sword handle scorched black, and the body of the sword was tattooed with a phoenix pattern, so it is also known as the phoenix guqin sword. Chiyuki replied.

Jing Ge flicked his fingers, and the sword body made a crisp sound, like a phoenix's cry. He put the sword back on the shelf. In a good mood, "It seems that Ben Shuai really had a lot of good things hidden back then." ”

"Let's go, I'm out." Jing Ge said.

Qianxue followed behind him and glanced back at the dark room. Who said my Highness was an idle playboy? Keep your eyes open and look at it.