"Wow! It's different from my temporary workshop... There is such a big main hall?" Yan Bing slowly walked into a hall under the guidance of five craftsmen. Just looking at the decorations and layouts here, you can tell that this is the office that my father reserved for him...
Because a dragon throne, a dragon book case, and a stack of high-rise imperial terraces stand on the north of the hall, it is difficult to see it...
But when Yan Bing saw the dragon throne, he slowly put away his smile...
"Father... usually... do you often come here..." At this time, in Yan Bing's eyes, the busy figure of his father suddenly appeared on the empty dragon throne. Unconsciously, his nose became sore, his eyes turned red, and he began to think of people when he saw the objects...
A craftsman behind him immediately took a step forward and replied with a smile: "As long as the emperor is in the capital, he will come to him almost every half a month..."
When Yan Bing heard this, he nodded slowly...
Look at you so tired that you have to care about everything... you have to care about everything... you don't let yourself take a good rest... There is no such thing as the emperor in the world...
Thinking of this, Yan Bing couldn't help it, so he quickly turned his eyes away, stopped looking at the dragon chaise, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Go and move a few chairs, let's sit and chat..."
"Hey! Hey! I'll get it now!" The craftsman with three legs and feet was quite straightforward and hurriedly walked towards the imperial platform, but he was old and trembling for a long time before he left halfway... Seeing this, Yan Bing quickly smiled bitterly and ran over, and moved five stools out in succession...
Why do six people move five stools? Because another one comes with a cart... They bring their own seats...
"Prince Xie Yan!"
Several old men with unstraight legs and feet bowed with blushing faces, but they didn't dare to bow too deeply, for fear of breaking their old waists. Yan Bing looked at them and smiled without saying a word. He helped several old men sit on the pier one by one, and then slowly took the seat...
"I am here today, mainly because I have a few drawings to hand over to the old people. Please arrange them as soon as possible, so that the craftsmen can make some as soon as possible. I am urgently using it..."
"Oh? But what kind of national weapon has the prince invented?? Can we look at it first??" Several old men immediately looked at each other and started to dance.
"Of course, I can see it!" Yan Bing smiled, took out the stack of straw paper from his arms, distributed it one by one, and then slowly said: "It's just... it's not a powerful weapon, but a civilian thing. I want to exchange them for silver as soon as possible to replace military funds..."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, the old men who were still very happy just now immediately put away the smiles on their faces, frowned... They were stunned for a while, the old man sitting in the wooden chair looked around, and the other old men also nodded slightly at him. At this time, the old man in the head said slowly with an awkward look:
"In theory, we should not violate the orders of Prince Yan. But... I want to ask Prince Yan... when the last emperor was dying... he told the prince... some 'secret words'...?"
Yan Bing raised his eyebrows slightly, then he came to the five old men and said four words softly: "Qihua...Zhongxing..."
When they heard these four words, the four old men who were embarrassed just now immediately smiled and bowed and said in unison: "We will take the order! We will do our best to do our best!"
Yan Bing looked at the old-fashioned young men, and gradually smiled bitterly... Then he turned around and looked at the empty dragon chaise, and said with a laugh and cry: "Father, you really know how to help your daughter..."