The empress's expression was calm, and she did not make waves because of Yang Dong's words.

"I can think of this layer, I didn't misunderstand you."

Yang Dong immediately bowed his head and arched his hand, saying:

"This is mainly because His Majesty knows people and is good at ......"

"Count the days, Commander Lin Luo should also go to Luozhou, right?"

"The army of the Dragon Martial Army is dispatched, shouldn't the Tiger Wei Army also show it?"

The empress's phoenix eyes flashed slightly, and her majestic face was a little more relaxed.

"Since this is the case, I will order the Tiger Mighty Army to allocate some men to assist from the side."

Yang Dong and the empress glanced at each other, and at this moment, they had a clear heart.

The empress coughed lightly, interrupting the strangeness in her heart.

She looked at Yang Dong, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and a sneer hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Little Dongzi, you have made another contribution to me. In that case, I should reward you well. ”

"Come on, go and get the ginseng soft-shelled turtle soup stewed by the queen herself."

"Little Dongzi, I'll reward you with this soup. This is made by the queen herself, and you are blessed with this thing. ”

"Come on, serve soup to Mr. Yang!"

Yang Dong's expression was slightly stunned, and his expression was a little sluggish.

What's the situation with this Ji Ziyue, what is the reward, you have to reward ginseng turtle soup?

Master is fierce and fierce, how can you get these!

Although he was disdainful, how dare the empress refuse to reward him?

So I took the soup bowl and dried it in one bite.

"Xiao Dongzi, how does this soup taste?"

On the empress's majestic face, there was a little more sneer.

"It's okay."

"Your Majesty, ...... over there in the West Factory"

"Come on, pour another bowl for Manager Yang!"

……

When Yang Dong left the Shangqing Palace,

There are already seven large bowls of soft-shelled turtle soup in my stomach.

He bent over and pressed his chest with one hand. I'm afraid that one can't help it and gushes out.

There's something wrong with this Ji Ziyue, right?

Master, I worked hard to send her a letter, and I gave her advice, and there is no credit and hard work.

She was good, and rewarded a soft-shelled turtle soup with her backhand, almost killing the master.

If it weren't for the fact that you were the emperor and a nine-rank martial artist. The master has to press you on the dragon couch and clean it up!

……

In the next few days,

The queen would send a bowl of tonic soup to the Shangqing Palace on time every day, and by the way, she would send out an invitation to cultivate the land.

But the empress rejected it all on the grounds that she was busy with government affairs.

Yang Dong asked the empress for leave during this time, saying that he would rectify the West Factory.

With the assistance of Yao Rui, there was a big change of blood in the West Factory.

At the same time, Yang Dong also set a few rules.

First, the spies of the West Factory, put their lives first in everything, and in any case, they must protect themselves first.

Second, there is only one core task of the entire West Factory, which is to obtain intelligence.

Third, you need to keep a low profile and not hurt people easily.

These rules caused another uproar among the eunuchs in the West Factory.

The lives of those who are subordinates have always belonged to the masters above.

All it takes is one word from the master, and they have to give their lives. The lowliness of life can be seen!

But Yang Dong did the opposite, letting them save their lives, even if important information was delayed.

This one alone, the eunuchs of the West Factory returned to their hearts.

As for the next two rules, the impact on these eunuchs is also not small.

Since the establishment of the West Factory, it has been sideways in Da Zhou. Basically, it is to see who is not pleasing to the eye, and it will be slaughtered directly.

It wasn't until Lin Shoufu was powerful that he began to converge.

Now that Yang Dong is here, he asked them to keep a low profile and not to hurt people easily. Many eunuchs did not understand this.

Of course, their incomprehension is useless.

As for focusing the work of the West Factory on intelligence in the future, most eunuchs can understand.

After all, although the emperor is in the palace, he also needs to control the affairs of the world. One of the purposes of the existence of the West Factory is this.

After unifying his thoughts, Yang Dong arranged special training for these eunuchs.

Basically, it put the training of spies in later generations on the training of eunuchs.

Flying cornices and walls, disguise, etc.

Of course, during this period, Yang Dong also took out the pulley, a big killer for flying eaves and walls!

After realizing the power of the pulley, this group of eunuchs was completely impressed by Yang Dong.

Among them, the rumor that "Yang Gong is the heir to the mantle of the Mo family" was widely circulated.

Counting the days, Lin Luo is almost about to leave Beijing.

Yang Dong leaned on the golden silk nanmu chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and called Yao Rui in front of him.

"Lin Luo is about to leave Beijing, and I don't worry about him going to disaster relief."

"You secretly followed him, and on the premise of protecting yourself, you collected evidence of his crimes."

"I'm going to give you the status of a grain merchant, and I'll need you to approach him at the right time. Are you sure? ”

Yao Rui pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Yang Gong rest assured, I, Yao Rui, have fought for my life, and I will definitely collect enough evidence of Lin Luo's crimes!"

Yes, it's all in vain.

Yang Dong felt slightly helpless, so he had to continue:

"Before you go, I need you to find a hundred craftsmen."

"These craftsmen need to be helpless, with clean backgrounds and exquisite skills."

"This matter is very important, don't let a third person know."

Yao Rui's expression was grim, and he said in a deep voice:

"My subordinates understand."

"Let's go down!"

……

After Yao Rui left, only Yang Dong was left on the second floor of the entire Thousand Machine Building.

He took the Shu brocade goose down quilt and covered it on his body, chose a comfortable position, and closed his eyes slightly.

Now the court seems to be calm, but the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

Zhang Ting is dead, and Lin Chunqiu has not moved.

Luozhou flooded, Lin Luo is about to leave Beijing for disaster relief.

300,000 stone grains and grass have not been burned, will Lin Chunqiu and his party give up?

One question after another kept coming to Yang Dong's mind.

Although he has the experience of later generations, he also has a not-so-serious golden finger.

But having these doesn't solve the problem at hand.

Ji Ziyue didn't know what was crazy in the past two days, and she rejected the queen several times in succession.

If you can't sleep with the queen, how can you increase your strength?

Yang Dong was a little worried, he faintly felt that Lin Chunqiu must have arrangements in Luozhou. But what exactly it is, and how to deal with it, he doesn't have a good way.

Therefore, Yao Rui could only be sent to improvise.

As for letting Yao Rui secretly gather craftsmen, it is the final hole card he left for himself.

As the saying goes, one sulfur, two nitrates, three charcoal, add a little sugar Big Ivan.

In the era of cold weapons, gunpowder is simply a dimensionality reduction strike.

Being able to make gunpowder means that he has the possibility of destroying his opponents.

However, for the Great Zhou, a dynasty where there are warriors, it is really hard to say how much effect gunpowder can play.

Yang Dong heard that martial artists can become saints and gods when they practice to the extreme, and move mountains and reclaim the sea.

Whether it's true or not, for the time being, but with his current cultivation as a Ninth Rank Martial Artist, his strength, reaction, and physical strength are more than ten times stronger than ordinary people.

So it's hard to say how much of a threat gunpowder can pose.

Or I'm too weak!

Yang Dong sighed lightly, and there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Manager Yang, something is wrong!"