I spent seven days together with Li Zhao, and it rained continuously outside the house for seven days.

God is like a single person who can't smell the sour smell of love. She just had a bad time with Li Zhao because of Jinxiu Pavilion last night, and the rain stopped today.

The sun peeked out from behind the gray clouds, and the banana trees in front of the window were beaten by the rain and had no energy at all, with their fat leaves hanging.

The water droplets on the tips of the leaves shone with little golden light, and the warm light shone through the glass into the Nuan Pavilion. Song Qingyue was wearing a plain silk cotton spring shirt, lying listlessly on the low table of the Nuan Pavilion, holding a charcoal pencil in her hand, and tapping

Click on the blank page and stare at the goldfish in the glass tank in a daze.

Last night, just because she asked him if he needed to arrange for the attendants from Jinxiu Pavilion to sleep, he lost his temper.

He originally promised to take her to the hot spring villa to rest and relax when the weather cleared up, but today he actually left her behind and went to the palace early in the morning.

In the morning, little Eunuch Qin from the front yard sent this glass fish tank and this beautiful little fish again, saying it was a small gift from His Highness the Crown Prince.

She had promised him that she would be his royal concubine and live a good life with him, but why did he insist on her taking out his heart?

It's just a political marriage.

Aunt Bai brought a newly shipped thin cashmere blanket in the color of grass and put it on Song Qingyue's back. She smiled and said: "There is a drought this year, so these few rains come at a good time. My predecessor, Wu Zhuang from Baoding Zhuangzi, came over and said it was the ground.

There is a shortage of water here, but by chance the rain comes, which shows that God still understands human nature."

Song Qingyue hummed, her voice thin and weak: "I'm not pointing out what Zhuangzi can grow. This Wu Zhuangtou is really good at it. I didn't expect potatoes to grow so well in that land. I passed the word on, last year

I have done a good job digging the reservoirs. Let him dig more this year. Next time he comes to deliver the ledger, I will give him thirty taels of silver for me, as well as the farmers in Zhuangzi. According to the list, all the farmers who helped dig last year will be given to me.

Anyone who crosses the reservoir will be rewarded two taels."

At this time, Feng Qi came in from outside holding an umbrella and said: "The Crown Princess, the people from Jinxiu Pavilion are here to pay their respects."

Song Qingyue didn't even move. Li Zhao was so angry last night. She didn't feel at all to see them now. She said lazily: "I just said I caught a cold and was not feeling well, so I'm gone."

Mo Yun put the cushion down and helped Song Qingyue sit up. She coughed twice, her face was pale and her expression was languid. She was already thin, but now she looked empty in a spring shirt.

Feng Qi's eyes slid over Song Qingyue's neck where the mottled red marks had not faded away. There were also bruises on the white and thin wrists that seemed to break with a pinch. Feng Qi's brows furrowed imperceptibly. His Highness was impatient.

, but he shouldn't treat Miss Song like this.

Feeling her gaze, Song Qingyue subconsciously wrapped the cashmere blanket around her shoulders tightly and covered her neck.

Last night, the man looked like a crazy wolf. She was frightened and frightened, and was so tortured that she almost lost half of her life.

Song Qingyue's horizons have been opened. She didn't know that there could be so many tricks in such a thing.

It's just... I don't know what to say.

Mo Xiang brought hot goat milk, and Li Zhao stipulated that she drink it every day. But she didn't like drinking it, it smelled fishy, ​​and now she felt nauseated after smelling it.

"Mo Yun, bring me mint water, I want to rinse my mouth again!"

After rinsing her mouth over and over again, she still felt that her mouth was full of fishy smell.

This is already the fifth time this morning that the girl has rinsed her mouth. Mo Yun is a little confused.

Aunt Bai looked at Song Qingyue's slightly torn lips meaningfully. She was the only one among these people who knew that Song Qingyue's physical condition did not allow her to be pregnant now. For this reason, Aunt Bai did not fall asleep for several nights, but she did not expect that her family

The girl actually knows those methods! Amitabha Infinite Heavenly Lord, it is his own girl who is so powerful that he keeps the prince in the house.

After all, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must stay in the main room for the first ten days of marriage, otherwise the Crown Princess will not be able to gain a foothold in the palace in the future.

Song Qingyue didn't think so much. Her mind was filled with those ridiculous scenes that she couldn't get rid of, which made her feel so upset that she couldn't think of anything.

Li Zhao's figure is really good. From his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles, he has well-defined muscles and smooth lines. There are also some small scars on his head. He has a big wolf dog and is full of masculinity... Song Qingyue's face became hot again, and she felt disgusted.

, while being tempted, she hugged the pillow and buried her face in it.

The stinky problem of facial control and body control, when can we change it?

After sunset, Li Zhao still did not return to the palace. Song Qingyue was worried and asked Feng Qi to go to the palace gate to find out if anything had happened.

Not long after, Lin Wanfu came back from the palace and said that he wanted the Crown Princess to help prepare the Crown Prince's luggage for going out. He was afraid that Song Qingyue was inexperienced, so he also prepared a detailed list.

Song Qingyue glanced at the list and laughed. Obviously, Eunuch Xiaolin and the others could prepare it directly, but they had to come to her place for a visit. Song Qingyue was not ungrateful. After all, it was Li Zhao who gave her the face of the Crown Princess. This love was hers.

Something to remember.

So she took the people and followed Eunuch Xiao Lin to the Prince's dormitory and Baoguang Palace in front. The people doing the work were actually the same people in the front yard. Song Qingyue just stood by and watched with the people.

"What is going on? Your Highness is going out, why do you need to prepare so many things? Is he going on a long trip?"

Eunuch Xiao Lin replied respectfully and neatly, saying: "It seems that Zhili was hit by a disaster. Last year's harvest was not very good. We tried to provide disaster relief several times in winter but it didn't work. I thought that when spring came, there would always be something to eat, but who knew?

It turned out that there were not many drops of rain since spring, so the victims burned down the administrative office of Da Ningdu, saying that they were starving the people to death because they were depriving him of food. It is said that the armory was also robbed.

A riot has already broken out. The servants in the Qinzheng Hall cannot follow and serve, and the servants really don’t know the rest. I only know that the Holy One has issued an order for the prince to go to Zhili to rectify the matter."

Song Qingyue suddenly became nervous. The government office of Da Ning City must be in Baoding Prefecture! Although her Xianyue Village is about a hundred miles away from Baoding Prefecture, it is inevitable that it will be affected.

Song Qingyue recalled the original text and remembered that there seemed to be such a thing. It seemed that some general promoted by the East Palace secretly took out the grain in the Changping warehouse and sold it for money, but when there was a disaster, he could not take it out.

Food was used to relieve the people, which led to a civil unrest, which was also the trigger for the prince to be deposed again in the original text.

But now that the prince has become Prince Shen, why are the people under him still restless?

Song Qingyue banged her head and thought for a long time, then suddenly made a sound and asked: "Eunuch Xiao Lin."

"I don't dare, the Crown Princess can just call me Wan Blessing." As the general manager of Wangfu East Road, Eunuch Xiaolin was very respectful in front of Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue did not dare to really regard him as her subordinate, so she shouted with respect: "Eunuch Wanfu, apart from our Crown Prince, will the eldest son of Prince Jing's residence go with this matter?"

Father Xiao Lin was surprised for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Song Qingyue remembered that because the East Palace secretly hid a batch of firecrackers in the armory of Daning Guard, the commander of Daning Guard made General Han dare not tell them. The five thousand infantry sent by the Xijing Battalion did not know that the mob had these guns.

Fire Gun, in the original text, the male protagonist Li Zhu was shot, and then the female protagonist Meng Wanfeng ran to save him personally.

Oops, Li Zhao is also there this time, will it be Li Zhao who gets shot instead?

If it were Li Zhao, maybe Meng Wanfeng wouldn't save people?

Body armor!

Although she didn't know if she could make it, she always wanted to give it a try. She immediately turned to look at Aunt Bai and Mo Yun, and quickly ordered: "Aunt Bai, go and see what we use to make backpacks.

Is there any old canvas left, Mo Yun, go find two hundred pieces of window paper now, and then call all the people in the sewing room to Wufangzhai."

Then he said to Lin Wanfu: "Eunuch Wanfu, go to the palace now and tell His Highness to remember to wear your armor at all times! No matter how hot the weather is, please be sure to wear your armor!" After a pause, he explained.

He said, "The mob may have crossbows or firecrackers in their hands. After all, the armory has been robbed."

The imperial concubine was nervous about her Highness. Lin Wanfu snorted happily, turned around and ran out. Suddenly he ran back as if he had thought of something. He leaned in front of Song Qingyue, bent down and said with a smile: "Your Highness also has one more thing to say, call me slave."

I need to tell the Crown Princess."

"What?"

Eunuch Xiao Lin cleared his throat and said seriously: "His Royal Highness said that the imperial concubine must have a good meal every day. Don't stop eating just because you are angry with him. She must also drink a bowl of goat's milk every day. Don't secretly call her Miss Mo Yun."

Help me drink it, and when he comes back, if he sees you lose weight, he will punish Mo Yun."

Song Qingyue:......

The maids, wives, and servants in the palace lowered their heads and suppressed their laughter. Song Qingyue waved her hand, telling Lin Wanfu to get out of here, and Mr. Lin quickly got out.

On the other side, Song Qingyue used charcoal to draw the rough appearance and disassembly of the bulletproof vest for the servants in the sewing room to see. Although everyone didn't quite understand the purpose of stuffing more than forty layers of window paper into the clothes, according to Song Qingyue's instructions

Yi Yi made a simple version of the bulletproof vest overnight. Song Qingyue asked Feng Qi to send it to Li Zhao quickly, and repeated it twice, so that Li Zhao must wear it under the armor.

There are many kinds of armor these days. Unless you are going to fight on the grasslands, you generally don’t use cavalry armor. A set of that thing weighs more than 60 kilograms, and it is difficult to walk around in it. Infantry armor can be made of cotton or leather.

Yes, this kind of armor can provide some protection against knife cuts, but it certainly cannot protect against small steel bullets from fire cannons.

When we rushed out the bulletproof vests and sent them out, it was almost dawn.

Song Qingyue's mind was a little confused, and she suddenly thought of something. She wrote two short letters with charcoal and asked Feng Jiu to go and send them to Li Zhao and Mr. Song respectively. There were only two words written on the letter: "Work Relief"

.

Mr. Song is a genius, there is no need to explain to him, just these two words are enough.

Now that she thought of body armor, Song Qingyue thought, or just use her brain to develop it.

Anyway, the essential principle is to use the deformation of multiple layers of fibers to absorb and consume the kinetic energy of the bullet.

She was writing and drawing on paper, thinking that modern bulletproof vests were mainly about innovations in materials, relying on increasingly stronger fibers to make bulletproof vests thinner and thinner.

Without those conditions now, is it possible to improve the overall strength of paper or cloth by relying on different fiber textile structures while maintaining the same strength of a single fiber?

Two days later, Mo Hen went to the Beijing Paper Factory to order a batch of special window paper. Because window paper is the toughest kind of paper, Song Qingyue wanted to add two layers of paper horizontally and vertically to the pulp on this basis.

Layers of individually arranged hemp fibers.

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