With your words, I am also relieved. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yinchen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and sighed and said: "This matter is nothing more than anything else, it is very important to me." ”

Zhao Lingfeng opened his mouth and advised Mr. not to be too nostalgic for his children's affection, but he never had the courage to say it. He felt that the current gentleman was like a gentleman, and the former gentleman was like a living god. Sometimes, human shortcomings also seem to be an auxiliary quality that brings people closer together.

One thing was finalized, and the two began to talk about something else, and suddenly Zhao Lingfeng said: "Mang's planting has passed seven, that is, when June 14, it is the time when the imperial court collects the annual tribute every year, Mr. Xu already knows about it, right?"

Yinchen was really careless this time, he said while gnawing on the fruit: "You know? Is this very important? It's just that I went to watch the building of the wall with the students, and I didn't have to kowtow much, so I was relaxed." ”

"It's not easy at all, those small countries that pay tribute, are like jackals staring at elephants, on the face of Nagong, in fact, they are here to explore the truth, now the northerners are powerful, if this time when the tribute is rewarded, the court shows a little bit of fatigue and weakness, those guys may unite with the northerners, and pounce on and bite like mad dogs. Sir is not worried at all?"

"Cut!" Yinchen threw the kernel into the wooden plate, and said in a rough tone: "International competition, to put it bluntly, is the law of the jungle, the decisive victory is always the comprehensive national strength, our empire, the army is tired, this is not wrong, but the empire's economic strength, cultural strength, scientific and technological strength and even talent strength are there, even if it is poor and weak, it is not something that those small countries can look up to now, not to mention anything else, even if those small feudal states see something, raise troops, rebel, and the imperial court has no army to suppress it, is there no Shenjian Gate to clean it up?" I can't count on the rice bucket of the Divine Sword Gate, and the ladies of the Holy Water Sect are not rice buckets after all, right? Tell you Zhao Lingfeng, those small vassal states want to be the Republic of Korea, and they can't do anything to hit the stone with an egg, let them go, and let them build it! Anyway, it is not us who will destroy the country and destroy the species in the end!" Yinchen casually cited a typical example of the ancient Gabroyle world, but Zhao Lingfeng was sure that he had never heard of the Republic of Korea or the Republic of Korea, he only knew that there were seven dynasties and many generations of emperors in this world, and as for those feudal states and the like, he didn't know much about what the situation was, but he only knew a rough idea.

"It's a social statement, but the consciousness of being prepared for danger in times of peace will not be wrong, sir, do you know what kind of singing and dancing instrumental music competition will be held in those small countries of Nagong, using their music and dance there, and the music and dance of our Central Plains people to compete with each other, this is the gambling rules established since the Third Dynasty, which cannot be changed, we can say that we win, we lose...... To be honest, I'm worried about that. After all, his teacher is good at poetry and painting, and he is also proficient in music, but he is not very good at instrumental music! He usually just fills in the lyrics, and the people who really play have come to him for advice in previous years, but this year has not yet been decided!"

"Song and dance, what, have we lost before? Can the Central Plains civilization still lose to those barbarians whose numbers are uncountable?" Yinchen said strangely, in his opinion, in this feudal world, the culture of the Central Plains should not be comparable with the cultures of other places, the Celestial Empire, the country is high, the output of civilization, radiating to the four seas, and it is natural for everything to come to the court from all directions, and the tens of thousands of years before the ancient Gabrieuer started the industrial process, haven't they all come over like this? Yinchen thinks about it, except for armaments, the feudal civilization of the Central Plains is completely a giant god without flaws, huge and noble and invincible in the world, and any careerist who wants to be culturally and short with this civilization is a madman who has taken the wrong medicine.

Only industry can defeat this type of feudal farming civilization, and if it weren't for the inheritance of the Canonial civilization, Silver Dust would never have the courage to be the enemy of the world. A civilization is not something that can be conquered by a single Heaven-level mage.

Zhao Lingfeng's face sank solemnly, and he nodded imperceptibly: "Just recently, to be precise, after the death of Master Feng Qingyang......

Yinchen's face turned pale, and then he instantly understood: "We...... Lose at all?"

"Exactly!" Zhao Lingfeng said with a straight face: "For decades, "High Mountains and Flowing Water" and "Guangling San" have dominated the world and are looked up to by the world, but the only person who can really give full play to the true meaning of these two pieces is Master Feng Qingyang, after she went, the score is still there, but no one can reach that height anymore! Therefore, I and other Central Plains qin composers have taken turns to play against her in recent years, but they are also ......"

Zhao Lingfeng said at the end, paused fiercely, almost gritted his teeth, and then said the result very embarrassingly: "Finally, there is no defeat to the end!"

"I don't care about that, and I'm not proficient in music. When he was in Gabriel, he played rock, the young music that prevailed in the Vatlantican, not the "ancient Chinese music" as a palace-level music, the music of the ancient Chinese civilization 100,000 years ago, which was something that even senior Dharma gods could not necessarily play, did he know that a song in "Red Mansion" in the Ten Great Divine Classics, the restoration of "Vain Eyebrows" lasted for 312 years to complete! And the restoration of "The Song of the Funeral Flowers", which represents the highest masterpiece, still plagues the entire Gabriel academic world! Those lofty ancient music, Silver Dust really does not understand, it is not something that a child mage can play. As a mage, as a scholar among scholars, Yinchen's most taboo thing is that he doesn't know how to pretend to understand, and he will never lie and say that he understands things that he can't understand.

Zhao Lingfeng saw that Yinchen was so resolute, and knew that he definitely had no choice, so he could only sigh: "Sir, you can't help, just think! It's ridiculous to think that my dignified Southern Empire can't find some singers and dancers! Let's talk about something interesting! Sir, after paying tribute, it's time for the merchants of the vassal kingdom who came from afar to sell all kinds of novelties!" There are so many things like a moving drum figure, a fake spider made of iron that can crawl, a mop that can be turned when the head pole is separated, and so on, and there are many, many more, and Mr. will definitely be interested. Zhao Lingfeng said, took out a pocket watch that was bigger than a palm, and handed it to Yinchen: "Sir, look at the self-propelled clock that is wound." ”

Silver Dust took the huge orange-yellow watch, feeling very heavy, the orange-yellow appearance seemed to be a painted wood shell, he didn't use his eyes to see, directly scanned the internal structure with the field, and found that the structure inside was strictly forbidden, and the processing was fine, but the level of craftsmanship was very bad, it seemed to be a thing that was put together by hand or manual machining, rather than a technological creation made by machine, which was rougher than the antiques of the pre-industrial era of Gabrieuer's civilization.

"That's it. Yinchen handed the pocket watch to Zhao Lingfeng: "Those merchants, do you sell steam engines?"

"Haven't you heard of it?" Zhao Lingfeng shook his head, he was sure that he hadn't heard of any steam-steamed chickens: "Those merchants who came from afar are all here for Zhong Ming Ding Food House like us, ordinary people can't afford to spend so much money to buy those things, they don't set up stalls on the street like ordinary businessmen, they only come to sell them, I have basically seen all their things, there is no such thing as what Mr. said." ”

"Then what is their most complicated and delicate thing? is this pocket watch?" Silver Dust is still a little bothered, if this world develops its own industrial technology, then there is no absolute technological generation difference in the Karnon Nicol civilization in his hands, and his ambition of civilization conquest will also face the test of imperialist hegemony war.

"Yes, this is the posthumous work of one of the masters of Oran, and there is no second one in the whole world, and their most ingenious thing is probably the clock in the study of my father's study. Zhao Lingfeng saw that Yinchen seemed to be very interested in this topic, so he knew everything and told him everything in detail. He whispered about the strange things that happened when many foreign merchants came to Pershing, and Yinchen's expression slowly relaxed, and through Zhao Lingfeng's narration, he gradually grasped the pulse of this era.

The Industrial Revolution is still too far away for this other world.

The two of them talked and laughed until late at night, and then went to sleep separately and didn't say anything all night. Yinchen wanted to act with Zhao Lingfeng in the past few days anyway, so he simply stayed in the True King's Mansion and didn't go back.

At the same time, in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the Chongwang Mansion, there was a lot of joy. Zijuan followed Lin Xuanchen into the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and she had never seen Miss Lin so happy.

Lin Caiyi used a little soft and warm wind to blow up the cotton beach taken out of the box, turning it into a big one like a flowing cloud, handed it to Lin Xuanchen, blew up the other two, and gave Zijuan and Aya Luo according to Lin Xuanchen's instructions, Zijuan was older after all, and took it with great gratitude, calling her aunt, and she really recognized Lin Caiyi's aunt. Aya Luo is still young, although she is more clever than many big girls, but she has been deceived and hurt a lot since she was a child, and her heart is always cold, and where have she ever seen such a warm and lovely family affection, she immediately panicked, kowtowed and wiped her tears, and finally simply rolled into Lin Caiyi's arms instead of Lin Xuanchen to be coquettish.

Lin Caiyi herself is a chivalrous woman, she is not used to the oppression and humiliation between people, the servants at home are actually the subordinates of the Zhennan Gang, which is not a real slave, staying in her house but guarding the courtyard, sprinkling and cleaning, doing some rough work, never doing meticulous work to serve people, Lin Caiyi and his wife should eat and live, all by themselves, so Lin Caiyi actually has no experience in treating personal maids, and naturally regards Xiao Yaluo as the son and nephew of the sect, and naturally has a heart of love. While touching Ayaluo's somewhat purple hair, she watched Lin Xuanchen concentrate on eating the big handful of marshmallows, and her heart was also full of warmth, and she really wanted to visit this grown up niece every night in the future.

Speaking of which. She said a little speechlessly: "My girl, now she is as old as this, you, really remind me of her!" She pinched Ayara's little nose dotingly: "Do you want to meet this sister?"

Before Ayaluo could answer, she heard Lin Xuanchen say: "I heard that my aunt is high in the True King's Mansion, are you planning to move your family to Pershing City?"

"Heh, it's really a palace. Lin Caiyi remembered his experience of less than half a year, just like the most ups and downs in the world, and couldn't help sighing: "The real prince is the righteous brother of Master Yin Shanluan, and he has been stared at by many pairs of eyes.

"Where is that aunt now? Today I heard someone say that my aunt came with the real prince!" Lin Xuanchen was not only very puzzled, although she was extremely smart and could analyze many things, but she lived in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and barely knew anything about what was happening outside the palace wall, and the information in her hand was also very scarce, so she naturally felt strange.

"The master we really follow is called Silver Dust, and he is the great hero who forced back the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry. Lin Caiyi said with a smile, staring at Lin Xuanchen's joke, and sure enough, he saw Lin Xuanchen throw the leftover marshmallow to the side, and stood up suddenly.

"Really?!" Lin Xuanchen's voice was completely out of shape at the moment, the surprise, excitement, and anticipation in that tone, I was afraid that I could understand it if I knew it. Lin Caiyi cautiously looked around, and saw Zijuan, Ayaluo, and the musk moon in the distance, Huiwen, and Bell all listening with their ears open, so he deliberately frowned and said: "The reason for this, that is the secret of the sect, you are the only relative of my family in this world, even my flesh and blood, with the surname of the minister-in-law, is nothing, but here...... So many people are listening, I'm afraid it's not good, right?"

Lin Xuanchen reacted immediately, and was about to open his mouth to order everyone to go out, but Zijuan stood up first, hugged Aya Luo into his arms and walked out half-dragged and half-dragged, Aya Luo is a thoughtful little clever, immediately left Lin Caiyi's arms, and did not struggle, just let Zijuan drag out, but shouted in his mouth: "Miss, don't forget the marshmallow!