After the morning court, Jiajing quickly returned to the Yangxin Palace and changed into casual clothes, then hurriedly left the palace with his guards, rode his horse out of the city, and rushed to the Shenji Camp camp in the west of the capital.

The small town of Cuzhi in western Beijing is becoming more and more prosperous now. There are inns and restaurants on both sides of the official road, and there are all kinds of shops and groceries. Several high-end brothels have been opened, with seven or eight miles of houses, and pedestrians on the streets are standing side by side. The prosperity is almost as high as Tongzhou.

Jiajing rode his horse through the Cuzhi Town surrounded by dozens of plainclothes guards, but it did not attract much attention. After all, there were many emperors and sons in this capital, and dozens of followers were nothing. In fact, every day, there were many nobles and nobles in the town to watch football matches, and many wealthy gentlemen were everywhere.

Jiajing and his party soon arrived at the gate of Shenji Camp. When the Bingwei, who was responsible for keeping the door, saw Jiajing dressed up by the scholar, he immediately opened the door cleverly and bowed with a smile: "Young master is here, Miss Zhier is busy in the weapon field."

Jiajing nodded in praise, rode his horse into the camp, turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the weapons workshop with a familiarity. A group of large inner guards quickly dismounted and followed.

Jiajing quickly walked outside the weapon field. He first tidied up his clothes, then took out the gold-patterned folding fan tucked around his waist, and was extremely sexy. He shook and asked, "Xiaoma, am I dressed handsome today?"

Guard Ma Sanwen immediately gave a thumbs up and praised him with great traits: "The handsome guy is so angry, Pan An is not as good as the emperor's rebirth!"

Jiajing smiled and stepped into the gate of the weapon field. The guards followed in as if they were facing a great enemy.

Besides...and...and...and...

Suddenly, there were waves of "besides" sounds from the workshop. Ma Sanwen and others rushed to Jiajing and protected him. The two guards in front even raised their shields.

"Your Majesty, you're so evil. Miss Zhier is making another demon moth!" Ma Sanwen said vigilantly, while leaning into the workshop.

Jiajing raised the folding fan and praised Ma San for a big explosion of corn, and cursed with a smile: "Your uncle, that's steam, does steam understand?"

Ma Sanwen rubbed his head and laughed: "It seems that Miss Zhier is making steam chicken again. Today, the steam chicken seems to be more coherent and has more strength. It is not as intermittent as last time, and fart is stronger than that."

All the guards couldn't help laughing!

Jiajing was happy. Since Xu Jin proposed the idea of ​​a steam engine, the craftsmen from the Military Arts Bureau of the two capitals of the Ming Dynasty have been working day and night. Unfortunately, there has been little progress in the past few years, mainly because the smelting level is not good, resulting in the performance of the material not meeting the requirements. Recently, He Zhier's research has made progress, and the first "steam engine" in the Ming Dynasty is about to be completed, so Jiajing rushed over immediately.

"You kid knows nothing, go cool!" Jiajing raised his foot and kicked Ma Sanwen aside, and walked straight into the workshop.

At this time, steam was everywhere in the workshop, and there was a half-person-high iron guy in the center. The surface was yellow and probably made of copper.

At first glance, this iron guy looked like a large long-mouthed teapot, the kind used by Sichuan people to perform tea art. There was a row of gears and force arms on it, and the boiler was bulging behind it, and there was a stove door under the boiler.

He Zhier was wearing a blue-gray craftsman uniform and a baseball cap, sitting on a stool, focusing on adding coal to the stove door of the boiler. The water in the boiler was already boiling, and the steam was squeaking out from the steam discharge hole above the boiler. The "spray" in front was also spraying white steam, driving the gears to rotate, making a "not to mention" sound, which looked a bit scary.

It was the hot summer in June, so the workshop was so hot that it was so hot. He Zhier's clothes were soaked in sweat, and they were tightly pressed against her body. Her slim outlines were faintly visible. Seeing this, the guards did not dare to look at it and retreated one after another.

He Zhier has always been very focused on her work, and the steam engine was too noisy, so she didn't notice Jiajing and others coming. She continued to add coal to the stove door, while recording data on the notebook carefully, and sweat flowed down her cheeks.

Seeing this, Jiajing felt so distressed that he poured a bowl of water and walked over and said, "Sister Zhier, come and have a drink of water."

He Zhier was startled and suddenly raised her head and found that the person was Jiajing. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest and said annoyedly: "I almost got scared to death by you, oh, Zhier pays homage to the emperor."

He Zhier stood up and gave a blessing. Jiajing immediately raised his face and said, "Sister Zhier, you are deliberately disgusting me."

He Zhier stuck out her tongue, took the bowl from Jiajing's hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Si Pao."

"This is almost the same." Jiajing turned angry and happy.

He Zhier rolled her eyes playfully, drank a bowl of water all over, then stuffed the bowl into Jiajing's hand, sat down and continued to record data on the small notebook. If this scene was seen by Queen Wu and others, she would probably be shocked and her chin would blow up, and then her lungs would be irritated. It was outrageous. She actually called the emperor like a servant. What kind of discipline? She should be punished for her crime!

However, the boy Jiajing obviously didn't mind. Not only did he mind, but he seemed to be happy to see how he looked. After putting the bowl, he immediately ran back to He Zhier, then leaned over and fanned He Zhier very hard, while asking enthusiastically: "Sister Zhier, has this steam engine been successfully manufactured?"

He Zhier shook her head and said, "It's still far from it. The steam pressure gauge my brother said was not made."

"After the steam pressure gauge is made, can the steam engine be installed on the warship?" Jiajing couldn't wait to say.

He Zhier raised her pretty face and looked at Jiajing with an idiot's eyes, and said seriously: "It will take at least a few years to really build the steam engine. What's more, it will involve many problems when installing the steam engine on a warship. It probably will take ten or eight years, or even more than ten or twenty years."

Jiajing almost dropped his chin and said in a lost voice: "It will take so long!"

He Zhier rolled her eyes cutely and said, "Do you think this steam engine can only be regarded as a model now, and it is still far from practical application."

Jiajing suddenly became depressed and suddenly burst out laughing again. He Zhier pouted and said, "What are you laughing at? I didn't lie to you."

"Sister Zhier, why are you growing a beard?" Jiajing laughed and took out a sweat towel to wipe off the coal marks on He Zhier's cheek.

He Zhier was originally very thin, but in the past few years, she had a good meal and accommodation in Xu Mansion. Not only did she become more and more plump, but her skin also became pink and white. Her dark eyes were so watery that she became more and more beautiful. As Jiajing wiped it, she couldn't help but pinched her face.

He Zhier's pretty face turned red, and she clenched her fist and made a move. There was a muffled bang. It was not that Jiajing was punched, but that the piston on the boiler was washed away, and the hot boiling water splashed out.

"Ah!" He Zhier exclaimed, subconsciously hugged her head with both hands, but her eyes turned black and she had already been thrown to the ground by Jiajing, so all the splashed boiling water was sprinkled on Jiajing's back.

The big inner guard outside the door heard the sound and immediately rushed in like an arrow. When he saw the situation in front of him, he was instantly scared to death. Ma Sanwen lifted the bucket next to him and poured the water from the bucket into the stove door of the boiler.

With a sizzling sound, the coal in the stove was extinguished, but Jiajing next to him was also poured into a chicken that fell into a soup.

"Emperor, Emperor!"

As the smoke filled the air, a group of guards helped Jiajing up. The latter was soaked all over. He wiped the water flowing down his face and said angrily: "Which bastard did you splash?"

When Jiajing got angry, the guards breathed a sigh of relief. It was possible to curse people, at least prove that they were fine. Ma Sanwen threw the wooden barrel and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, you are the little one, you deserve to die!"

"I will settle the score with you later. Sister Zhier, are you okay?" Jiajing leaned over and helped He Zhier up on the ground.

"No...I'm fine!" He Zhier's face was pale and she looked a little absent-minded.

"Sister Zhier, why is your face so bad? But it's hot?" Jiajing said nervously.

He Zhier came to her senses and shook her head and said, "It's not hot, it's just a little bit of a knock on the back of her head."

Jiajing's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Come here, please pass it on to the imperial physician."

He Zhier hurriedly said, "Brother Sipao, no need, I'm fine, I'm really fine. If the Queen Mother knew that you were here, she would be angry again."

He Zhier looked at Jiajing with a pleading look. The last time she had an accident in the test of a mine in Taiye Pool, it finally alarmed Empress Dowager Jiang and Empress Wu. She still had a shadow in her heart.

Jiajing's expression froze and he also remembered the fact that he tested the mine in the Taiyue Pool. Because of that incident, the mother's mother had a bad impression of Zhier. If she let the mother know again this time... no, she would never let the mother know.

"Then go to the town to find a doctor." Jiajing hesitated.

"It's really not necessary. I just kowtowed for a while and I felt a little dizzy. Just take a break." He Zhier said with a reluctant smile.

However, Jiajing's heart was raised. Sister Zhier's head was traumatized back then, which led to amnesia, and her mental age returned to about ten years old.

"Then I'll take you back to the house first." Jiajing was worried and decided to send He Zhier back to the house first, and then find Li Yanwen, the chief of the Imperial Hospital, to treat him.

He Zhier nodded and said, "Okay, but your clothes are all wet."

"The young man is going to the town to buy a new set of clothes for the emperor." Ma San asked the boy and ran out cleverly.

He Zhier pursed her lips, pulled Jiajing's hand and said softly: "Brother Si Pao, take off your clothes, I'll look at the wound on your back."

"Sister Zhier, I'm not injured!" Jiajing said as if nothing had happened.

He Zhier gave Jiajing a blank look and reached out to untie his belt without saying a word. The guards looked at each other and wanted to withdraw but dared not retreat. After all, it was not a trivial matter for the emperor to be injured in the dragon body. If the palace knew about it, the guards would not be able to take it.

"You all go out, who dares to gossip? Carefully take care of his skin!" Jiajing glared at the guards and shouted.

"Yes!" The guards retreated.

He Zhier took off Jiajing's top and found that the latter's back was burned a few pieces red. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Si Pao, you are burned!"

Jiajing grinned and said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm a little bit."
Chapter completed!