"Senior brother, help!" Xiao Ruoyuan's hair was half crooked, and his clothes were ragged and ran to the open sky of Pinghu Qiuyue, hiding behind Du Che, trembling. Who taught King Teng's new swordsmanship? Not the way he's familiar, ...... He had seen the swordsmanship of the Yuan Ruren, decisive and direct, but not so sharp. King Teng's new swordsmanship, the killing aura is very heavy.

Du Che raised his hand to block Li Yuanying's stabbing short sword, the pencil in his hand was split in half, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, looked at Li Yuanying in surprise, and asked in confusion, "Lord Wang, what did Eleven do to make you so angry?"

King Teng's temper is a little weird, but who doesn't have a little temper? No matter how strange it is, he can't blame the third senior brother, he is by no means the kind of tyrannical temper that hurts people when he uses his hands.

"Without my permission, he sent the lyrics of last night's song back to Chang'an, and my brother set off for Yangzhou three days later." Li Yuanying glared at Xiao Ruoyuan indignantly, put away the short sword Lin Suo, and sat opposite Du Che. "It's not that I don't want him to come, but ......."

He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, and said a little tiredly: "He is different from us, he is the king of a country, and that poem should not be passed on to him."

Of course, I missed my original relatives last night, but I missed Li Erfeng's old face even more, because I knew my original relatives, it was useless to miss them, and I couldn't see them, unless I ...... can travel back again, but going back may not be that time, things are people and everything is the norm of life.

"Lord Wang, Your Majesty should also want to see Hangzhou Bay when he came to Yangzhou." Du Che slapped Xiao Ruoyuan with his backhand, knocked him to the ground, and said softly. "Also, if the prince is not allowed to return to Chang'an, it should be opposed by the important ministers of the temple."

I have been working with Tang Jian, Wei Zheng and Li Jing for a long time, and I have recently dealt with Fang Xuanling and Eldest Sun Wuji, and I can speculate some of the thoughts of those bigwigs.

He smiled meaningfully, "It's getting colder, and it's snowing."

"Are they afraid that King Teng will go back and bury people in the snow?" Xiao Ruoyuan quietly pushed into the corner to avoid being beaten again.

Li Yuanying raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, where was the group of cowards afraid that he would go back and bury people in the snow, obviously afraid that he would go back and punch the master to death, and pull out the fox tail that they wanted to hide with great effort.

"It should be that I am worried that my unsuccessful children will be beaten by King Teng, and after the beating, they will be sent to the corner for labor reform." Du Che changed his pen and continued to sketch, and said casually. "The success of Yang Yuzhi and Fang Yiai's love is a special case in their eyes, not only a special case, but also the prince deliberately let the third senior brother release the water, they don't understand the character of the third senior brother, and they don't want to understand."

The existence of Yunhe Mansion has indeed improved the status of craftsmen, and it has also made the importance of the Ministry of Industry faintly overwhelm the Ministry of People, but most people still smile and compliment on the surface, and the villain in their hearts madly despises craftsmen and thinks that they belong to the lowly class.

In less than ten years, it is impossible to change the minds of those who consider themselves saints and disciples.

"When Brother returns to Chang'an, we will walk together, and I will miss the plum blossoms in the house and the mountains and rivers of the Hibiscus Garden." Li Yuanying understood Du Che's unfinished words, the iron bird made by Ye Fashan could go to Chang'an to make a show and open the eyes of those group of soil buns.

Du Che handed the sketch to Li Yuanying, "There is no sound in the landscape of Furong Garden, I can go to Zhongnan Mountain to find some herbs and transplant them to Shugang, if it can be done, I will test it further south."

Seeing the sketch on the bamboo paper, Li Yuanying stared at the round eyes, and asked tentatively with a stammer, "Is this ...... This is...... This is power generation...... Generator components?"

"The original structure was not reasonable enough, and the requirements for pulverized coal were too general, and incomplete combustion or even flameout accidents often occurred." Du Che pointed to several locations on the sketch and explained softly. "And based on the current structure, I think we can start with the hydropower generation you envisioned, which can not only regulate the flow of water in the river, but also partially solve the problem of transporting pulverized coal, especially in South Zaijian Province and Lingnan Province."

The vicinity of Sanmenxia can also be planned, and Luoyang's electricity consumption will not be much less than that of Chang'an, but the problem of sediment accumulation that King Teng said also needs to be carefully considered, and the problem of hanging rivers on the ground needs to be avoided.

"The problem of hydropower generation, we need to invite Wei Sanyang and Zhang Gong back." Li Yuanying saw at least fifty percent similar sketches and hands when he visited the power plant

Rubbing his face, he picked up the pencil on the side to outline a few locations, marked them with serial numbers, and dragged over the new bamboo paper, drawing the differences in the order of the serial numbers.

Du Che's eyes became more and more round with the tip of Li Yuanying's pen...... He knew that King Teng had been hiding his strength!

Xiao Ruoyuan looked at the two people who were quietly drawing and looking at the picture, rubbed the arm that was hurt by the pat, quietly rubbed over, and opened his mouth in surprise when he saw the picture drawn by Li Yuanying...... King Teng is a big liar!

Fang Xuanling and Li Jing were notified by Ye Fashan and walked quickly to Pinghu Qiuyue...... When he was old, he couldn't go much faster if he wanted to, and when he came over, he saw King Teng who was wearing a cloak and was drawing, Xiao Shiyi, who was in rags, opened his mouth blankly, and Du Siyang, who was wearing a narrow-sleeved robe, had eyes like copper bells: What kind of story is this?

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"Tengzhou is already so prosperous!" Du Chuke, who was only notified the next day, was surprised to see the rows of houses on both sides of the canal, the green flags of the wine shops waving in the wind, the merchants who came and went with their shoulders and the weeping willows on the bank.

Li Daozong pointed to the arch bridge not far away, and said with a smile: "The arch bridge here has been rebuilt three times, and the osmanthus tree next to the bridge is the century-old osmanthus that Wei Shaoqing found from the deep mountains, so it is called the Dangui Bridge, and the flowers are fragrant for ten miles when they bloom."

Osmanthus falls in the river, which is more beautiful. King Teng's aesthetics are better than his temper, and the good ones are not a little bit. If his temper were as good as his aesthetics, their work would be much easier.

"Wei Shaoqing is really a figure of immortals." Du Chuke followed Li Daozong's hand and saw the osmanthus tree, which was already dotted with buds between the canopy, and it should bloom in the next few days.

It's just that those immortal characters, why do they all surround King Teng, who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it? It's not that the poems and articles written by King Teng are not good, but he usually lives very casually, either painting boats and listening to music, or dancing endlessly in front of the beauties' tents, occasionally holding banquets, and it is also a utilitarian field with various calculations, not a collection of sages and scholars who meet friends with poetry and literature.

"Chengfan, Tengzhou is really beautiful, amazing, more beautiful than you originally said." Xiao Yu walked over with her hands behind her back, there were fewer and fewer people on both sides of the riverbank, patches of cotton had already opened white balls, farmers were busy, children were running around, and the cheerful laughter made people follow the corners of their mouths, and they couldn't help laughing.

Li Daozong bowed to Xiao Yu and said with a smile, "Gong Xiao, Liu Xuanxiang, the assassin of Tengzhou, will very much agree with your words."

Xiao Yu: "......"

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