Chapter 762: Holding the piano and causing trouble
Storage rings are rare.
Apart from the one that Zhao Changhe got from the Xuanwu Secret Realm earlier, I had only seen it from Sisi. Sisi is an ancient spiritual clan inheritance, and there are indeed many ancient objects in the clan. In addition, although the people of Yuxu Yingwu
I haven't seen them use it, but I guess there must be some, such as Suzaku Xuanwu and others who have received the inheritance of the Four Symbols of the Ancients. Generally speaking, it is very rare. It must be someone who is closely related to the ancients.
Even Tang Wanzhuang didn't have one before, but now I took one from the palace collection. Well, it was given by His Majesty Chi Chi. The origin is unknown. It may be obtained by Xia Longyuan in his early years, or it may be a treasure that has been paid tribute from various places over the years. Generally speaking, the palace
There are not many collections of this kind in China, so they are considered rare treasures.
Therefore, Tang Wanzhuang had not thought that this rare treasure could be used on a large scale. She had not thought about it, and it was almost impossible for Timur to think so.
However, once you think about it, this is a problem that you can try to solve. If it is really conquered, is there any need to talk about the advantages of war?
How to deal with it?
The separation between the ancient times and the present era is mainly reflected in the interruption of the cognitive practice. The strong only know that there is a guard but do not know why. Ordinary people simply don’t even know about the guard. Therefore, a gap is formed in the practice. But this does not mean that technology
There are also gaps in it, but purely in terms of craftsmanship, it is definitely better than the past!
The reason why many things cannot be forged is still due to the limitations of cultivation. Once the cultivation has been overcome, or there is no need to overcome it, and you only need to understand the key, then how can people today's craftsmanship not be able to copy the things of ancient times? For example, Xuanwu
The blacksmithing method itself is so strange. It’s just that it is complicated by the understanding of the Night Emperor’s intention.
So what is the core of a storage ring?
Obviously it's space.
Space is a very advanced law and is extremely difficult to master. But when applied to storage rings, it does not require high-end control. As long as you know the ropes, it should be enough. Who knows the ropes better?
At that time, the most popular place in the world was Ying Wu, followed by Buddhism and Mustard Seed Na Sumeru. In the secret space in Xiangyang, the monks also said that they could confuse the other party and make it difficult to connect, showing a certain degree of spatial awareness.
Tang Wanzhuang immediately walked out the door: "Come, go to Xichan Temple to invite Master Yuanxing, and go to Kangle Gambling House to invite Master Sha Qi."
"Wuanxing came to Beijing?" Zhao Changhe asked.
"Well, I have just arrived. Since Yuancheng has obeyed your order and accepted taxes and privileges, the capital will naturally be tolerant. Your Majesty means that the Four Symbols Sect is not afraid of competition - no one can compete with her anyway.
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Zhao Changhe: "...the state religion is awesome."
Tang Wanzhuang glanced at him: "Hey, the Four Symbols Sect seems to be worshiping you."
"Oh, it seems so..." Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth. It was still difficult for him to think of himself as the Night Emperor. In his heart, the Night Emperor was someone else.
But no matter who Ye Emperor is, from the perspective of national governance, it is definitely not a good thing for a sect to dominate. Even if Xia Chichi herself was born in the Four Symbols and used the Qinglong to serve as an emperor in the world, she would start to support other forces.
To check and balance, this is what Wanzhuang had suggested to her a long time ago. It seems that everything is on track now, and the entry of Buddhism symbolizes that this empire is beginning to take on the shape of a prosperous dynasty.
An obvious advantage of having a lot of friends is that there are talents from all walks of life, and there is no bias.
Not long after, Yuan Xing and Sha Qi arrived at about the same time. When they saw Zhao Changhe, they both held up their hands and smiled: "I have met King Zhao."
Then he saluted Tang Wanzhuang: "The chief of the Tang Dynasty."
Tang Wanzhuang went straight to the point: "Without further ado, I want to summon top craftsmen to study the casting of storage rings. What you two have learned is somewhat related to the way of space. I wonder if you can provide help?"
Casting a storage ring? The first reaction of both of them was to be stunned. Then they thought about it and realized that it seemed that it was not impossible to do it.
There are many things that I just haven't thought about, but once I think about them carefully, I find that they are not as difficult as I imagined.
Yuan Xing pondered for a moment and said cautiously: "If this was done a few months ago, there is nothing I can do, but now that we have penetrated the secret realm of Xiangyang, we have indeed gained a lot of knowledge in this regard... If we can pre-engrav a small on the ring,
Maybe it can be done with space formation."
Sha Qi said: "Fifth brother has taught me some lessons, but it's a pity that I'm a fool and can't learn."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
"But I can give the imperial court a batch of small-capacity storage rings, which can be used on a small scale or used for dismantling and research."
"How small is the capacity? How much is a batch?"
"The capacity is indeed not large, only a few feet in diameter. They are just inferior goods. The quantity...is probably less than a hundred, not much anyway."
Zhao Changhe's eyes widened.
Isn’t that much? Are you stupid... Sha Qi, I have more storage rings on hand than all the people in the world combined! The capacity is small, and it can support small-scale convenient logistics. Food and grass cannot be transported, and gold cannot be transported.
Silver can be used immediately!
Sha Qilongshou said: "We drill a lot of holes. Although high-end items are rare, these relatively low-end items are often obtained, sometimes in batches. Our brotherhood's horse bandits are elusive, and part of the reason is that they have been there for a long time.
If you use it like this, grabbing things and taking them away will not affect the light equipment. I have also divided some details here. Of course, if you want to use it in large-scale wars, let alone me. Even if you pick up all the Brotherhood's collections over the years, it will not be enough.
, coupled with the possibility of damage and scrapping, self-research is still necessary.”
Tang Wanzhuang and Zhao Changhe looked at each other in shock. They really didn't expect such an unexpected surprise. Tang Wanzhuang said happily: "Without further delay, please go and pick up a batch of Sha Gongzi and bring it to the workshop. Master Yuanxing will follow me to the workshop."
, let’s think about it first.”
Yue Hongling stood up and said: "I will go too. I have experienced the changes in the Kunlun space and have some insights into it. Maybe I can provide some advice. It may also inspire me in my own sword intent."
Zhao Changhe also stood up and wanted to go together.
Both women glanced at him with half-smiles: "Although King Zhao has learned a lot, he really doesn't seem to have any research on this topic. It's better to rest. If nothing happens, you can go to the palace to see His Majesty."
Zhao Changhe watched everyone leave speechlessly. He knew what the two women were thinking, so he didn't want to follow them... I really didn't want to copy you, why bother?
I secretly thought that I have also dabbled in space changes. The secret realm of Lao Xia under the Ancestral Temple is very typical, but it has only scratched the surface. I really have no idea how to get the ring. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, wait a moment
I will go to the Ancestral Temple to study, and I will come out later and scare you to death.
Having said that, it seems that Hong Ling can't quarrel with anyone and gets along well... Maybe it's mainly because the scandal between her and herself spread too early, and other people's psychological construction has been completed long ago, and it's also because she is so aboveboard.
It's hard to make people feel any resistance to such a person. The only one who can deal a blow to everyone is Baoqin who is holding the Imperial City in his hand.
Thinking this, he subconsciously glanced at Baoqin.
This girl actually didn't go to the workshop with Tang Wanzhuang. She was sitting at the table with her chin in her hands, looking straight at him, as if she was in a daze. After being glanced at by him, she hurriedly lowered her eyes as if she was frightened.
Zhao Changhe suddenly found that there was no one in the hall at this moment, only himself and Baoqin.
"Um..." Baoqin, who was always sharp-tongued, actually stuttered: "Your Highness, would you like to have some tea?"
As he poured the tea in a hurry, the teacups clinked.
Although he was clearly alone and alone, Zhao Changhe couldn't think of a way to go wrong, so he couldn't help but laugh: "Hey, why didn't you go out with your lady?"
"How can the host and his family leave when there are guests at home? In the past, if a young lady was entertaining guests and had to go out temporarily for something, I would keep them there to say hello."
Zhao Changhe swallowed back his words, "You are also the master." Such words would hurt the little girl's heart. Speaking of which, she and Wanzhuang were inseparable, and she could basically speak for Wanzhuang to the outside world, so she could indeed be considered a master.
He just smiled and said, "I'm not a guest."
"Really?" Baoqin looked at him sideways: "Have you married my young lady?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Baoqin said again: "Even if we don't mention that, you know where the utensils here are. Even if Gong can't find the place, do you still have the nerve to say that you are the master?"
She was still stuttering just now, but when she started to spit on people, she became sharp-tongued, right... Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry, so he took a step forward as if he was going to beat her up with his sleeves rolled up.
She held Qin's neck and looked up at him.
Zhao Changhe looked down and saw that the little girl had a pouty mouth and a swollen breast... But her eyes seemed to be full of anger and resentment, and she didn't know how much they contained.
Obviously I had no crooked thoughts before, but now my heart suddenly jumped and my mouth was a little dry.
Why haven't I noticed before that Baoqin has grown so big and... so beautiful?
If you think about it carefully, this is the default maid for evening makeup... It means that she is her own person. It is normal if she eats it, and she will be blamed if she doesn't... Why did she completely ignore her before?
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Is her angry and resentful eyes just because of the topic just now? What is there to complain about about the topic just now? What is she complaining about?
Why did you read The West Chamber with evening makeup? Is she hinting at something?
Zhao Changhe suddenly thought of a question - for this society, for the little girl's own inner understanding, if she is ignored for a long time, or "the master doesn't want it", what will be the consequences for her? How will others treat her?
It seemed like... something would happen. She didn't even dare to say it outright, and only dared to use the West Chamber to hint at her resentment, because once she said it clearly, there would be no way out, and if she was rejected...
Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat. No wonder Wanzhuang deliberately wanted to leave the two of them alone. This was because Wanzhuang didn't dare to mention it directly because he was afraid that if he refused, he would jump into the river with Qin in his arms.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Zhao Changhe looked at Baoqin intently and thought about something, but Baoqin's eyes began to panic, his heart beat thumpingly, and he started to stutter again like playing drums in the empty hall: "You,
What are you doing? If you want to be beaten, then beat me..."
Zhao Changhe said deliberately: "I can hit you at will?"
Baoqin tilted his head angrily: "I'm just a little maid. King Zhao wants to punish me. What can we do? We can't just accept it honestly."
Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand to push her chin back and continued to read.
Baoqin's heart almost popped out of his throat. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to spray something, but he was choked and couldn't.
Zhao Changhe leaned over slightly, whispered in her ear: "Why do you read the West Chamber for Wanzhuang?"
Baoqin pushed his chest subconsciously, her eyes fluttering around. The posture now was too intimate... His breath brushed his ears, itching, and it made his heart itch, as if something was brushing in his heart.
My breathing became messy.
Well...there's really no one around.
She stammered: "Read, what's wrong with reading the West Wing...Miss, you haven't read any other books..."
Something touched her cheek and it was hot.
Bao Qin suddenly wanted to run away, but as soon as he started to move, he was hugged around the waist to prevent him from running away.
Baoqin made a fierce look with angry eyes, trying to scare the other party away. Unfortunately, the stinky bear didn't accept this trick at all, and chuckled: "I haven't been punished yet, how can I run away..."
"If you want to beat me, then beat me, you rude, stinky bear... Uh-huh..." Baoqin's eyes widened.
Her lips were already blocked by him.
If you are sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued, the punishment is of course gagging.
Unexpectedly, it is not harsh at all when kissing, it is soft, fragrant, and slightly sweet.
The little maid who was punished immediately softened, her angry eyes were gone, and her struggle was gone. She was stunned and motionless, as if she was frightened by the punishment.
In fact, my whole body was electrified, my mind was blank, and I no longer knew who I was.
He kissed me...
How could he kiss me? He didn't say that Huo Qin was beautiful, he didn't say that he liked Huo Qin very much, and he didn't even play the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix". He just started chewing on it... The stinky bear broke the corn!
But even though such thoughts flashed through his mind, his little mouth opened slightly subconsciously, allowing the smelly bear to grab the sweetness.
Then he slowly closed his eyes. His heart, which had been a little angry and panicked, and felt like he had no place to live, slowly fell back and landed in his home.
I remember vaguely that I used to hate him for breaking the strings when he played the piano. He didn't meet the standards of a graceful and elegant young man who holds the piano at all. But slowly, I don't know why, I felt that this scarred face was the most pleasing to the eye. Then look at the so-called Pian Pian.
When I was young, they were all rotten fish and shrimps.
Because he is really an unparalleled hero...
You should have wanted me a long time ago...I don't even want you to play the piano and praise me.
Who knows what it feels like to be a maid who is snatched away from the task of refilling cups by the current emperor...
After a long time, the lips parted.
Baoqin leaned softly in Zhao Changhe's arms and panted. After a long time, he muttered: "Master can't... play with Baoqin."
"Why is it the master?"
"...If you marry my young lady, you will be my master."
This poor kid, with no one around him, hooked up with his master, and didn't even dare to call him "husband".
Zhao Changhe couldn't help laughing: "I don't want you to change the word."
"What word..."
"What you want to shout most."
"Smelly bear."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Baoqin's eyes were wandering around, and he finally found something she could do to change the subject. She immediately pushed his chest and jumped back, and ran to the table to pick up the teapot: "I'll pour tea for the master to drink.
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Before he even picked up the teapot, his fate was picked up by the back of the neck. He was turned around half a circle, and his mouth was kissed again: "What kind of tea do you want to drink? Do you like it?"
The little maid pushed his chest helplessly: "This is the main hall of the Demon Suppression Department... and it's not a smelly bear."
Even though he said this, he couldn't bear to let go. He took the initiative to kiss her, and his eyes gradually became watery.
Zhao Changhe finally hugged her and sat on his lap, sat at the table and laughed: "Your little mouth is so good at scolding, how come it tastes sweet?"
"I only wish it were not bitter, and it would make you suffer to death."
"That won't work. I'm suffering to death. Who will hug Qin?"
"There are so many men in the world, who would want you, you stinky bear? If you hadn't taken advantage of our young lady, who would have been helpless as a maid, who would have wanted you!"
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "Move the piano over the table and let me play the piano for you, okay?"
Baoqin felt happy in his heart, and he leaned over and brought Qin over. Baoqin held Qin, and Zhao Changhe held Baoqin. The scene was quite a bit like matryoshka philosophy.
She put the piano in her arms and wanted to break away from her arms and get down to the ground so that he could play the piano well. However, Zhao Changhe held her in his arms and refused to let her leave. He smiled and said, "Just play like this."
Baoqin said angrily: "How can you play well like this? You are just perfunctory."
"My hands are long." Zhao Changhe smiled and stuck his head out from her shoulder, stretched out his hand to tune the strings, and soon started playing.
What I was playing was "Feng Qiu Huang" which I wanted to hear. It was originally meant for courtship.
Zhao Changhe has never played the piano in his daily life. He does not learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He once learned these things from Wan Zhuang not really for learning, but to "slow down" his mind. Wan Zhuang also wanted to use this to cultivate him.
With the temperament a prince should have, I didn't expect him to be able to master the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting very carefully.
Zhao Changhe's demeanor today is different from that in his early years, which indeed has a lot to do with these things. It's a pity that the army is so stubborn that he really doesn't have the time to continue practicing every day.
However, even though she had never practiced Baoqin, she was surprised to find that he played much better than before. In terms of technique alone, he even seemed to be better than her Baoqin... But his musical literacy was just like that, and what he played had no soul, but It’s enough to crush 90% of the luthiers in the world.
It's very simple. You have already practiced martial arts to the imperial realm. How can this kind of finger technique be more difficult than the finger and palm changes in a life-and-death fight? Naturally, it is a master level. Tang Wanzhuang cannot practice piano much, but his level is High, the main reason is here. Of course, Tang Wanzhuang's musical literacy is not on the same level as this bear.
In any case, Zhao Changhe played the song "Feng Qiu Huang" really beautifully. Bao Qin felt that he had never heard such a beautiful song.
Bao Qin turned his head slightly and looked at him concentrating on playing the piano. He didn't know what he was feeling.
He seems to be proving that he is not a rude and reckless person... and also proving that "I like you".
But I'm just a maid...
The sound of the piano gradually weakened and became silent. Zhao Changhe pressed the strings with his hand and said softly: "Which song do you still want to listen to?"
Baoqin quickly looked away, lowered his head and said, "Do you know a few more songs?"
"You all want to listen?"
"Everyone listens."
"Then kiss me."
Baoqin's face turned red, she turned around and quickly pecked him on the face, then buried her head back.
I never thought that this girl was the one who loved Qin the most.
In the palace far away, Xia Chichi was sitting in the royal study, his face as stinking as if he had eaten 17 or 18 stinky duck eggs: "The emperor is ready in the palace and the queen mother is waiting for him. He is playing the piano endlessly." , pick up a little maid!"
"Crackling~" The sound of firecrackers in the distance still continued. Xia Chichi listened, and his face softened. He whispered: "Forget it, he has a rare free time. Go tell him personally and have a good New Year in the palace tonight." , our family... In the late Tang Dynasty, Zhuanyue Hongling will all be together to celebrate the New Year. Bring that maid too, on the condition that her mouth is not crackling like firecrackers. "
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PS: I'm an idiot. I finally asked for leave yesterday, but ended up watching Spring and Autumn for the whole day and did nothing.