It wasn't until dark that Zhao Mu came back from the Xianyang Palace.

In front of the Huaqing Pavilion, the soldiers in charge of escorting each other fell asleep.

The general paced in place, not daring to slack off for half a minute.

With so much money and grain, he was not at ease if he did not personally deliver it to the tenth prince.

If anything goes wrong, it's going to be a head-scratcher.

Seeing Zhao Mu's carriage from afar, the general hurriedly stepped forward.

"Ten sons, the money, grain and grass you asked for have been sent to you."

"And the labor, which has all been arranged."

Zhao Mu smiled happily, he didn't have time to send someone to handpick.

If you want to come to Yingzheng to make a promise, it is impossible to miss two catties here.

It's just that the next time I want to deploy the resources of the state treasury, it will not be so smooth.

After the general and others left, Zhao Mu asked someone to deposit money and grain in the cabinet.

Work will start in Xianyang Palace early tomorrow morning, and grain and grass cannot be missing for a moment.

People are iron and rice are steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic.

What's more, it's heavy physical work, and I want the horse to run and I don't want the horse to eat grass.

This is a big no-no in engineering.

Back at Huaqing Pavilion, Chu Ning'er saw that Zhao Mu was slightly tired and stepped forward.

Meals and fruits were all available and were already prepared.

"Childe, this is the fish-flavored shredded pork you named to eat today!"

Zhao Mu didn't say a word, and devoured it.

I think that in the era of Daqin, a bowl of fish-flavored shredded meat is a luxury among luxuries.

That's it, he has to wait for the group of people in the underground base to study for months.

Not to mention any braised pork ribs, sweet and sour tenderloin.

I reported the name of the dish here, and I waited for half a year.

As the saying goes, drink and eat to be full of lust.

Two or two small wines entered her throat, and Chu Ning'er carefully peeled the grapes on the side.

In the mouth of the sweet grapes, Zhao Mu grabbed Chu Ning'er.

"Ning'er, did you miss your son in the pavilion today?"

Chu Ning'er's face was full of shyness, and her face flushed instantly.

She lowered her eyebrows, too shy to raise her head, but she still opened her thin lips.

"Gong ...... Childe, the slave thought about it. ”

Looking at her like this, the corners of Zhao Mu's mouth raised a touch of arc.

Spring is just emerging.

The next morning, the sun was shining.

Zhao Mu leaned over and looked at the flushed woman in front of him.

After half a night of 'fighting', I only heard Chu Ning'er's repeated begging for mercy from inside the room.

"Master, a large number of laborers and young people have gathered outside the Xianyang Palace."

A whisper was heard outside the room, and a dark shadow flashed and disappeared without a trace.

Xianyang Palace.

Hundreds of officials worshipped, and Yingzheng sat on the throne.

"Report! Outside the palace, a large number of laborers and young and strong people gathered! ”

Hearing this, the officials discussed in a low voice.

They never expected that the gramophone had just been leaked out of the palace yesterday for the tenth prince, and he also brought a new instrument.

Today, this instrument will come out, and it will be tried directly in the Xianyang Palace.

"Zhong Aiqing, if you have anything to say, you can say it directly."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, signaling that everyone could speak freely.

After all, the monarch also needs to listen to the advice of others, and governing the country is not a maverick.

"The minister has a word, but I don't know whether to say it or not."

An elderly minister took a step forward and knelt on the ground.

"Aiqing should speak."

"The old minister thinks that the behavior of the tenth prince is very rebellious!"

As soon as this statement came out, he regretted it a little.

You must know that Zhao Mu is in the limelight now.

The construction of the railway in Xianyang Palace must have been approved by His Majesty.

At this time, when you come out and sing the opposite tune, you are undoubtedly jumping into the fire pit.

"What's wrong with this trip?"

Ying Zheng couldn't see any expression on his face, but he was resentful in his heart.

"Xianyang Palace is not the land of dragon veins, you must not dig pits and break ground, it is really harmful to its feng shui trip!"

As the old minister spoke, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

None of the ministers behind him seconded the motion.

In ancient times, Feng Shui has always been important.

Everyone present understood the pros and cons and did not dare to speak up.

Even the things that His Majesty approves must be greater than Feng Shui.

"Aiqing's words are not reasonable, but the railway can enable me to build an economy and facilitate transportation."

"How can Feng Shui stop such a big thing?"

After that, Yingzheng was already displeased, "Retreat from the dynasty!" ”

Outside Xianyang Palace.

Zhao Mu's carriage arrived, and the crowd was crowded.

"It's the Tenth Son! The Ten Sons are here! Ten sons are here to take us into the palace! ”

I don't know who shouted, and everyone surrounded the carriage.

Everyone is cheering and praising the greatness of Zhao Mu.

If it weren't for Zhao Mu, they wouldn't be able to see the true face of Xianyang Palace in their lives.

Such cries even reached the palace.

"Open the gates, release the people!"

Zhao Mu gave an order, and the palace door opened.

Everyone entered the palace in an orderly manner under the leadership of various leaders.

Curiosity was written on everyone's faces.

At night, the underground base has prepared all the drawings for this construction.

After distributing it to the leaders, they started working in full swing.

The originally deserted palace suddenly became lively.

Zhao Gao found Zhao Mu, and Xuan entered the palace.

What happened in the early dynasty had also reached Zhao Mu's ears.

Of course, it also reached the ears of various sons.

Ying Zheng recruited Zhao Mu into the inner hall again this time, which caused quite a stir in the palace.

This time, not only the other sons, but even the ministers were also afraid of Zhao Mu.

Recruited into the inner hall twice in a row, it is even necessary to build a railway in the entire Great Qin.

In other words, the number of times Zhao Mu enters the inner hall in the future will only increase.

Even the ministers who had been in opposition to the sky in the morning have now disappeared.

The current Zhao Mu is already quite a son of heaven.

Xianyang Palace, inner hall.

"Son-in-law, see father!"

Zhao Mu bowed his head and did not get a response.

Time stood still until Ying Zheng put down his hand.

"Old ten, do you know that my father is above the early dynasty today, in front of the ministers, and refuted the speech of an old minister."

"Now everyone in the palace says that you are the crown prince."

As he spoke, Ying Zheng let out a hearty laugh.

But in Zhao Mu's opinion, it is a knife hidden in a smile.

He knew that the old minister had fought a lot of battles with Yingzheng back then and made a lot of efforts.

Now Ying Zheng refutes mercilessly, and he is also telling himself.

I've helped you enough, and the rest depends on your creation.

There is also a second time to recruit him into the inner hall, which reflects the importance and cultivation of him.

"Erchen also just learned that Erchen thanked his father Emperor Longen!"

"As for the position of the crown prince, Erchen has never thought about anything wrong, and I hope that my father will see it!"

Zhao Mu knelt on the ground, his eyes sincere.

Hearing this, Ying Zheng smiled indifferently and waved his hand to signal him to get up.

"Old ten, my father naturally won't blame you."

"You can rest assured that you can boldly try the railway in Xianyang Palace, and your father will not be harsh."

Zhao Mu got up, thanked him again, and then turned around and left.

Jiang is still old and spicy, and every time he enters the inner hall, he feels uncomfortable.

Ying Zheng hides a knife in every sentence of his smile, and he doesn't know how many times he can die just by looking at the surface.