Ji Shangshu should be handed over.

King Kang arched his hand with a complicated face, and said loudly: "Erchen respectfully obeys his father's holy words. ”

Zhou Yu stood up and looked from his direction, and he could clearly see that King Kang was faintly afraid at this time.

Zhou Qian, who was still proud of the spring breeze just now, was a lot more disappointed when he saw this.

In other words, King Jin will not be obviously alienated from him after being taught a lesson, and King Kang, this kid, still can't stand things in the end.

Thinking about it, this matter is also blamed on him for not paying attention to King Kang before, except for the New Year's Festival, King Kang has never seen himself a few times, and in the teachings of Concubine Jing Ai, he should be a strict father who gets on the horse to kill the enemy and dismount to kill the ministers, no wonder King Kang is afraid of him.

It's okay to be afraid.

It is better to be afraid than to always think of replacing him, so as to hide and fool him.

Among the evidence sent by Xie Changan this time, there is a case about the official of Luohe Road, and that official is the person of King Jin.

A temperamental person like King Kang can't do this kind of thing.

"Let's go."

Zhou Qian sighed lightly and stretched out his hand to Su Peiyuan.

Su Peiyuan hurriedly raised his arm and held it weakly, and the two of them walked slowly towards the direction of the imperial study.

Zhou Qian left the court hall.

Immediately, a guard dragged away Ge Shilang, who was kneeling on the ground.

In order to prevent accidents, there are guards who deliberately clear the field and open the way.

Ge Shilang was dragged away, and the guards were not polite to the suspicious officials, and gestured in the direction in which Ge Shilang left.

"Lord Shangshu, please."

"Humph!"

The official Shangshu glanced fiercely at the colleagues who were usually taken care of by him, but refused to say a word for him, flicked his sleeves heavily, and walked towards the door.

What if Ge Shilang reports it?

As a secretary of the ministry, how can he not have a means to avoid crime, he is a scapegoat.

Especially in this situation, the king of Jin is not there, and the people who have fallen into the well are watching from the side, and he has to behave calmly and confidently, so as not to fall down the wall and be pushed by everyone.

After the official department left, the other ministers also followed in groups and poured out of the court.

After getting out of the Suzaku Gate and getting into the carriage, they all diverged and converged on the same street.

Behind those carriages, where no one could see, followed the palace guards and spies.

These are Zhou Qian's eyeliner.

Originally.

All along, they have been staring at other princes except King Jin.

They received a new appointment last night, and from now on, they will keep an eye on every move of the Jin Palace, and if there is any change, they will immediately report to His Majesty.

What such a change indicates, they dare not guess.

But they passed by Uncle An's carriage and heard the laughter inside, and they all felt it.

Uncle An Guo laughed too loudly.

Uncle An Guo laughed too early.

……

Xian County Lord's Mansion.

Ning Wuxian slept until three poles above the sun, and it was so hot that he kicked his back open.

The sweat hit his back wet and a little sticky, and he subconsciously reached out to scratch it.

A hoarse female voice came from the bedside.

"Mr. Ning, you can't scratch it."

I'll go.

Ning Wuxian woke up suddenly, he retracted his hand and turned his head to look at Zhou Jingxian who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

When he saw a dark shadow in her eyes, he asked in surprise: "County Lord, you won't stay awake all night and guard me here, right?" ”

"Can't you?"

Zhou Jingxian smoothly lifted his arm and slapped it down.

Ning Wuxian said "sigh" and said with a wry smile: "I want to pick up the quilt that I kicked off." ”

If he's not mistaken, he also had a bruise on his thigh yesterday, and after taking the medicine, it seems that he didn't wear the pants inside.

Although he is now an injured person with limited mobility and needs to be taken care of by others, it is really embarrassing to let Zhou Jingxian, a girl, take care of him.

Just thinking about it, Zhou Jingxian had already bent down, picked up the quilt, and covered his thighs.

"Hiss......"

The moment he covered the wound, Ning Wuxiao felt as if someone had swept his scalp with a brush, and it was so sour that it was indescribable.

Seeing his reaction, Zhou Jingxian asked tentatively, "Mr. Ning, why don't you hang it out?" Anyway, the sun came out outside, and I made charcoal fire in the house, so it wasn't cold. ”

Do you add charcoal to the fire before winter comes?

He said that Beidi Donghan hadn't come to Jing'an City yet, how could he wake him up.

"Lord Xian, you are really thoughtful."

Ning Wuxian squeezed this sentence out from between his teeth.

Usually when Zhou Jingxian was engrossed, she might not be able to hear that this was a backword, but at this time, after staying up all night, her mind was not very clear, and she only remembered not to let Mr. Ning scratch the wound, let alone hear that this was a backword.

"Since Mr. Ning feels comfortable, I'll go back and ask people to add more charcoal, so that I don't have to cover the quilt at night."

Right.

That would pretty much kill him.

Ning Wuxian sighed, thinking of the scraps he had asked the craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry to put outside, and then listened to it, there was no sound of striking iron outside, and asked nervously: "The craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry have moved away?" ”

"I moved away a long time ago, but Mr. Ning, you stayed in the Huangzhuang, and I didn't tell you for fear that you would be distracted."

Zhou Jingxian saw that his face changed slightly, and reminded him in a deep voice.

"Grandpa Huang said, let you take care of your injuries in the next few days, don't be in a hurry to purify Artemisia annua juice, those utensils have also been fired, if you want to see it, you can see it at any time."

It's not something that just looks at it and doesn't make it unsuccessful.

Ning Wuxian sighed a little depressedly: "Did you also move the scraps that I had left behind?" ”

"Nope."

Zhou Jingxian said as she lifted the thin quilt for him, and covered her face with a thin cloth with a slight blush.

"When I moved, the craftsmen said that you were useful, I was worried that it would rust in the rain, so I let my subordinates move to the warehouse, what kind of utensils does Mr. Ning want to use it forge?"

She glanced at the table and chair with some confusion.

If you draw a picture at this time, it may also affect the wound, so it is more suitable to persuade Mr. Ning to eat and sleep and eat when he is full.

"Trouble the county lord to call Yun Fei in, I drew a set of objects that need to be forged before, just try its effect while I am idle and lying on the bed."

Ning Wuxian drew the design of the heating before.

It's not that he didn't think of using the technology of the wall to make up for the shortcomings of the forging.

However, after the Ministry of Industry fired the glass, he found that the only technology, coupled with porcelain, could meet all the needs of heat dissipation and heat insulation, and also make the appearance exquisite.

Don't say anything about heating, the main thing is to keep warm, and the appearance is not important.

The iron used for heating a room is as high as more than 100 catties, and iron tools are much more valuable than silver in the era of cold weapons, and they belong to the currency of leverage.

Therefore, ordinary people in this era want to use heating to keep warm, which is almost a dream.

And those who can afford to pay for it, if you see a reddish-brown radiator with a bumpy surface due to simple forging, and those heating passages that crawl all over the room.

It is estimated that many people would rather use smokeless gold charcoal than put a pile of iron pieces in the room.

Zhou Jingxian shouted out the window, and Yun Fei rushed in like a milk swallow thrown into the forest.

"What did Childe tell me about?"

Yunfei was refreshed and looked like he had finished self-regulation.

Ning Wuxian's order was unambiguous.

"Go and get the drawings I drew earlier of the pieces of iron, and then go to the kitchen and help me with the food. By the way, have you eaten it? If you haven't eaten it, ask the kitchen to peel some noodles for us to eat? ”

Zhou Jingxian is in the mood to eat noodles.

She had finally waited for Mr. Ning to wake up, and planned to make up for sleep, so that she would continue to keep vigil in the evening.

Right now.

She just wanted to know what kind of sharp weapons that piece by piece of iron was, so that Mr. Ning had just woken up and was so worried.