The weather in Guangzhou is hot and sultry, Ye Zhao has come back from the Taiping Mansion for a few days, the front-line affairs, there is a matchmaker, there is no need to worry, but after a short period of peak purchase of overseas bonds, now it is gradually unsalable, and some construction projects that raise funds in the London financial market have also been coldly received, of course, this should have been a few months ago, but I don't know what the situation of the London financial market is now.

There is no doubt that the South Korea needs to give confidence to overseas investors, and without a large amount of bonds, it is difficult to sustain the huge infrastructure expenditure by relying only on the current fiscal revenues of the South Korea, coupled with the military spending that is spilled like water.

The pacification of the Taiping Army is one thing, the improvement of the financial system is also the other, and most importantly, it is also necessary to make investors see a bright future for China's economic development.

In the past few days, Ye Zhao has paid great attention to Sanchez's generator project, but obviously, if you want to really obtain a stable voltage and current applied to industry or even civil use, there are still many problems to solve, and in one or two years, if the thermal power plant project can be launched, it is already an unimaginable miracle.

Although it was unwilling, there was no doubt that the development speed of the Southern Dynasties could only be slowed down temporarily, and the territory under its control was larger, but in fact the fiscal revenue did not increase much, and most of the occupied areas were in ruins, and they needed to be recuperated. And macroeconomically, economic regulation and control, including Ye Zhao, is also groping, how to use the limited silver on the blade, how to adjust the economic layout, Ye Zhao has one head and two big, how can it be so simple to govern a country?

Ye Zhao racked his brains for big policies and big inventions, but he couldn't ignore small inventions.

What gizmo? Rong'er's.

The smoking room on the first floor of the lotus building, outside the blue glass, strange stone fairy wood, blue waves and green lotus, the scenery is strangely beautiful.

The doors and windows are closed tightly, and the four corners of the walls are placed with copper basins of ice, and London and Paris are the same, now selling ice in Guangzhou is a business, and the Regent's Mansion has several ice machines, and a special ice-making room has been set up, and only the Regent's Mansion can be extravagant enough to use ice to cool the room, of course, it is only a few Fujin's bedrooms and the smoking room on the first floor.

Ye Zhao put on big pants and a T-shirt again, and the two little maids were gently fanning their fans beside them, their pretty faces were a little red, and they wanted to see more of the prince, but they didn't dare.

Rong'er is the same, she is very refreshing, and she can only wear it like this in the Lotus Building, white silk shirt and shorts, the satin texture is excellent, silky and soft, and it is very cool to wear.

Looking at Rong'er's exposed slender arms and legs, and the cute little snow feet pulling red embroidered slippers, Ye Zhao swallowed a little.

There are also two little maids next to Rong'er, in fact, this is the most desirable beauty difference of the little maid in the lotus building, a cool and cool house, for the prince and Fujin to fan.

The smoking room has become Rong'er's laboratory, Ye Zhao can't cry or laugh, but it's okay, in fact, he rarely uses it to smoke, and the exhaust system design is a bit redundant, so it's good to use Rong'er as a laboratory.

Rong'er is researching a juicer, of course, the juicer she is studying is not as violent as in later generations, it is both a blade and a flywheel.

The juicer she studied is very beautiful and simple, the sketch she drew was made by the small machine factory attached to the Guangfu Iron and Steel Factory, a large mushroom-shaped metal cup, on which is a metal column in the shape of a flower, the metal column has a handle, when you want to squeeze juice, put the orange or apple and other fruits on the metal cup, turn the handle, the metal column will be slowly pressed down and stirred, the fruit is crushed, there is a filter at the mouth of the cup, the juice falls in, but the residue cannot fall.

Looking at this beautiful juicer, Ye Zhao smiled, this is much more scientific than the juicer he tinkered with, invention starts with eating and drinking, not bad.

In fact, Rong'er didn't do anything from beginning to end, but the sketch ideas were all her thoughts, and it can indeed be said that it was her invention.

In fact, Ye Zhao was a little out of his glasses, this is a small point, and his mind is too lively, and Ye Zhao also found that Rong'er is extremely smart, and there may be an adaptation process for accepting new knowledge at the beginning, now? When it comes to the knowledge of chemical elements and physics, he is especially interested in the principle of his own electric current sound, and he pesters himself all day long to ask questions, and he can often ask ideas.

Rong'er won't become a scientist in the future, right? Ye Zhao was a little ridiculous, he never dreamed that he would have a little scientist's wife.

"Xianggong, give you a drink." Rong'er held the orange juice in a small white jade porcelain cup and sent it over, smiling sweetly.

Looking at Rong'er's innocent and clean smile, Ye Zhao couldn't help but feel that he was really guilty of always having crooked thoughts, so he took the cup with a smile and said, "It's delicious." ”

"Liar! You haven't even drunk it! Rong'er pouted coquettishly, ran to get her cup, returned to the sofa, sat next to Ye Zhao, and had a pair of snow-white and crystal calves, and her small body also sat straight, and the sitting posture she had cultivated since childhood was very dignified.

Squinting his eyes, Ye Zhao couldn't help but see Rong'er's slightly bulging soft breasts, the red belly pocket on her snow-white neck, her heart jumped twice, and she hurriedly turned her head and drank juice.

"Xianggong, is sound also a wave? It's a thing that exists substantially, otherwise how can it shake the film? The air flow of speech can't spray it. Rong'er asked curiously while holding the small cup.

Ye Zhao smiled: "Yes, sound waves, we also have a kind of membrane in our ears, and if the vibration is transmitted to the brain through the nerves, we can feel the sound." ”

"Oh!" Rong'er nodded her little head as if she didn't understand, and said, "Can the things in that person's heart turn into waves?" ”

Ye Zhao smiled: "Then you have to cultivate internal skills and learn to transmit sound into secrets." ”

Rong'er secretly pursed her lips and smiled, but did not speak.

Ye Zhaoqi said: "What's wrong?" ”

Rong'er whispered: "Xianggong, the story you told, the internal power transmits the sound into the secret, and it also relies on the mouth to emit sound waves, that is, you can use the internal power to send the sound waves to the ears of the person he wants to send, so others can't hear it, it is a method of using internal power to control sound waves." ”

Ye Zhao was dumbfounded, pondering, as if this was really the case, looking at Rong'er secretly looking at herself as if she had done something wrong, Ye Zhao pinched her nose funny, and said, "My wife is getting smarter and smarter." ”

Rong'er smiled sweetly.

Before the two went back to the room to take a nap, Rong'er squeezed several large cups of juice, and she had to hold a big cup like a baby, and went back to the Marigold Pavilion with her husband.

Don't look at Rong'er as if she is small, but Ye Zhao has more and more topics with her, and every time before going to bed, the two of them have to chat for a long time, but in fact, most of the time, Ye Zhao naturally teases her.

"Xianggong, I'm not sleeping, let's knit gloves for you."

The small palace-like red shelf bed, the curtain was raised high with a golden hook, Ye Zhao sat on the bedside cushion, beckoned to Rong'er, Rong'er sat on the edge of the bed obediently, elegantly took off the small embroidered slippers, turned around and went to bed, in the gorgeous red brocade tent, Xiao Budian also sat next to Ye Zhao, side by side with Ye Zhao.

The little maid brought a large glass of juice and a half-knitted milky yellow glove to Rong'er, and Rong'er put the large juice with a straw on the sandalwood dragon and phoenix plate sticking out of the bedside beside her, so that she could turn her head to bite the straw and suck the juice while knitting the gloves.

Ye Zhao looked at Xiao Budian actually knitting gloves for himself, his heart was warm, and he smiled: "Don't knit today, sit with me for a while." ”

"Oh." Rong'er put her gloves aside.

The two sat side by side at the head of the bed, and Rong'er held the juice and sucked in small sips.

Although Rong'er and Ye Zhao sat side by side, they were obviously a circle smaller than Ye Zhao, and their soft and crystalline snow feet could just reach Ye Zhao's calves.

"Xianggong, you drink." Rong'er handed the big cup to Ye Zhao, Ye Zhao shook his head with a smile, reached out and hugged Rong'er's little shoulder, motioned to Rong'er to put the juice aside with his eyes, and said, "Lie down, Xianggong will take you for a nap." The voice trembled slightly, the weather was sultry, and the heart was also hot, this immature and lovely little [***] wife was dangling in front of her, and now she was on the bed again, which made Ye Zhao's heart chaotic for a while, as if this little bit was an ice cube that could cool down, and I wanted to hold her in my arms.

Rong'er didn't doubt it, then put down the juice, followed Ye Zhao to lie on the soft pillow, and was hugged tightly by Xianggong, only to feel that Xianggong's body was hot, Rong'er whispered: "Xianggong, do you want to eat ice?" ”

Ye Zhao shook his head, holding Rong'er's small body, holding a slender calf between his legs, only to feel that the small body in his arms was cold and crystalline, looking at Rong'er's big innocent and clear eyes, the trace of evil guilt felt like a cat's claw scratching on his heart, subconsciously, he stretched out his mouth and kissed Rong'er's long eyelashes gently, his lips were itchy and strangely comfortable.

Rong'er giggled and said, "Xianggong, my eyelashes are ice cubes?" ”

The immature and clear voice made Ye Zhao's heart jump again, and he whispered in Rong'er's ear: "Come, kiss your father-in-law." ”

Rong'er then understood what had happened, but no, Xianggong's fiery body was the same as that night.

Although the experience that night was terrible, Rong'er also knew that Xianggong was always holding back, which would hurt his body, and he was Xianggong's wife, so no matter how much it hurt, he couldn't let Xianggong be disappointed.

Tightly closing her eyes, she could feel that the hot ball at her knees was getting harder and bigger, like a huge soldering iron, which reminded Rong'er of that night again, and her little face turned white with fright, and her little brows wrinkled more and more tightly, as if she was about to go to the execution ground.

"Don't be afraid." Xianggong's gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Rong'er, don't be afraid, don't worry, this time is different." Then, I felt Xianggong's fiery lips slowly move down from his neck, buried in his chest through his red belly pocket.

Ye Zhao kissed every inch of the skin of the crystal small body with pity, and felt that the little body was getting softer and softer, Rong'er's snow-white little hands tightly grasped the red brocade quilt, and her little feet began to kick around on the brocade quilt...... Through the screen, the two little maids blushed and bit their lips, you look at me, I look at you.

On the screen of the veil, you can faintly see that on the shelf bed in the inner room, the prince is shedding his clothes, and Xiao Fujin's slight panting is becoming more and more uneven.

The faces of the two little maids are getting redder and redder, their bodies are getting hotter and hotter, and they dare not look at the screen out of the corner of their eyes, but they seem to be able to catch a glimpse of the movement in the inner room behind the screen, as if they can see the prince's vigorous body slowly falling down, and then, Xiao Fujin's tender and swaying voice seems to be "um", even if the two little maids are women, they can't help but have a hot lower abdomen, and the prince's breathing is also unusually heavy.

The shelf bed creaked slowly, Xiao Fujin's slender little legs were so weak compared to the prince's strong buttocks and thighs, the very sharp contrast, gently separated and rested on the prince's buttocks, it seemed so weak and helpless, making people unconsciously worry about whether these slender calves could stop the prince's raging sins.

Finally, the prince seemed to notice something, leaned out and pulled down the curtain of the shelf bed, and the two little maids breathed a sigh of relief, the picture just now was all imagined by them, but they wanted to come ** not far from ten, at least, they didn't have to worry about not being able to help but peek, and they were gouged out by the steward's sister.

The creaking sound of the shelf bed was tight for a while, and Xiao Fujin's intermittent immature voice and wheezing were really worrying that this little lady who couldn't be better for their subordinates couldn't stand the pressure of the prince.

Imagining Qi Yi on the shelf bed, the wheezing of the two little maids also became heavy, the body became hotter and hotter, and the brain became more and more groggy, and when the creaking sound slowly stopped, the two little maids were drenched in sweat, and their legs were weak and had no strength, as if they were seriously ill, and their bodies had already become mud.

"Bring some sour plum soup!"

Hearing the prince's order, one of the little maids hurriedly walked out, and the other walked over, and the silver picked up the curtain of the shelf bed and hooked it on the golden hook.

On the shelf bed, Ye Zhao and Rong'er covered a soft blanket, Ye Zhao had already put on a T-shirt, half-sat up, Rong'er curled up in the blanket, her immature little face was slightly red, and her small body was tightly attached to Ye Zhao's slippery thighs, her eyes closed, and she didn't say a word.

Ye Zhao lit a cigarette, glanced at the little maid, and sighed in his heart, the prince has been for a long time, imperceptibly, but the existence of these little maids is completely absent in his eyes, as if they have no life and are robots, just now and Rong'er were happy until halfway, only then did they remember that there were two little girls in the outhouse, but even if they remembered, now they are just wearing a T-shirt, and their lower body is still slippery, so they don't tell them to do this and that? There is no discomfort at all, if it is the self before coming to this world, it is unimaginable.

Looking at the little maid in the green shirt and quickly helping herself bring the ashtray, although her pretty face was a little red, she obviously felt that it was normal, and she didn't know what it was like for a while.

Waiting for another little maid to quickly bring two bowls of iced sour plum soup to them, Ye Zhao took it, hung down the bed again, and said to Rong'er with a smile: "Come, take a sip of soup, you have to slow down." ”

Ye Zhao also regretted that he and Rong'er were too rough for the first time, and today he naturally has to make up for it, but he can't make Rong'er feel that the matter of husband and wife is a crime, right? It was just a shallow taste of him, and he didn't vent his lust at all, although it was uncomfortable, but today is the end of it, and he also lamented in his heart, it's good that Jin Feng and they are here, there will always be a relay.

However, looking at Rong'er lying lazily on the bed, taking a small sip of the sour plum soup she handed over, Ye Zhao's heart softened, and he smiled: "What? Are you still afraid? ”

Rong'er only felt that her little bones were crispy, and she didn't want to move, so it was best to sleep beautifully with Xianggong's thighs in her arms. It is more comfortable than dreaming of bedwetting when I was a child, and I have peed the bed several times.

Listening to Xianggong's question, his face was flushed, and he was very ashamed, how old was he, Xianggong wouldn't find himself wetting the bed just now, right? That, that's a shame.

At the moment, I don't want to sour plum soup, as if I am very sleepy and sleepy, so as not to ask the public and don't know how to answer.

Ye Zhao looked at her appearance and smiled again, "Little ghost!" Lie down, gently hug her, and whisper, "Sleep." ”

Rong'er leaned into Xianggong's warm arms, yawned lightly, closed her eyes, and fell asleep unconsciously.

(To be continued)