The Zanwen Party can start killing in the afternoon
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The emperor's car drove slowly along the imperial street. The emperor sitting in it had no intention of looking at the scenery outside the car, even though he only left the palace two or three times a year.
There seemed to be a roaring explosion in his ears. Just now, in order to further verify the power of this new stone bomb, Li Mao threw out the remaining two stone bombs. Oh, no, Li Mao said that was not called throwing, anyway.
No matter what it was called, in the end the stone bombs were thrown, the catapults were damaged and unusable, and there were still a lot of dead cattle and sheep on the ground.
The scene must have been disgusting. Although the emperor did not look closely, many ministers did, and several of them turned around and vomited.
As the car rocked slightly, a smile appeared on the emperor's face.
But it's a good thing, a great thing.
As the New Year approaches, there is no better New Year gift than this.
This Li Mao is really unexpected.
Li Mao, the concubine of Li Xin, the successor of the Li Family Fireworks, still had a martial status granted by himself. He was originally a prison officer, but he was accused of causing the fire in the previous period and was stripped of his official status.
That fire was probably caused by changing the fireworks recipe at home to make these stone bombs.
The emperor nodded, it turned out that it was not a naughty act.
But what happened to getting Cheng's guidance?
Did you take him on as your apprentice?
"Return to Your Majesty."
Li Mao kowtowed in the Qinzheng Hall and said.
"Li Mao dare not call himself a disciple."
Feng Lin, who was standing aside, raised his eyes and looked at him.
"Did Fan Jianglin and Military Inspector Fan catch you?" he asked suddenly.
Li Mao responded yes.
"That's really a coincidence." Feng Lin said.
This sound was so coincidental that the officials present all bowed their heads and smiled in understanding.
The emperor's eyes flickered slightly.
"Do you know Mr. Cheng?" he asked.
"It's a long story at this point." Li Mao said, "I recognize Mrs. Cheng, but Mrs. Cheng doesn't recognize me."
The emperor frowned.
"When Mrs. Cheng welcomed her late brother into the city, fine wine spilled on the streets, and fireworks sent the soul away." Li Mao continued. Speaking of the event, he raised his head, his eyes sparkling, and couldn't help but stretch out his hands to gesture, "Do you still remember the fireworks that day?
?The fireworks in the daytime.”
Fireworks that day?
Naturally, the emperor didn't see it in the palace, and many of the ministers present didn't go to see the excitement. They all heard from family members, but they just talked and passed.
"What happened to the fireworks that day?" Some officials couldn't help but ask.
"Those fireworks can fly as high as an iron tower." Li Mao said with excitement, "My family's fireworks can be said to be the best, but they can only fly as high as a three-story iron tower, while Mrs. Cheng's fireworks can fly as high as a three-story iron tower."
Nine stories high, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, nine stories high!"
What happened to nine stories high?
Very nice?
The emperor was puzzled.
"Your Highness, fireworks can't fly as high as you want. Our Li family has been constantly developing them, but they can only reach three stories high." Li Mao said, "I also think that gunpowder can only do this.
"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that there is gunpowder that can make fireworks fly higher. This kind of gunpowder can be prepared."
"What does that have to do with your stone bullets?" A minister couldn't help but ask again.
"When I was young, I saw these fireworks, so I thought of mixing gunpowder to make a kind of fireworks that could be used on the battlefield." Li Mao said.
"That's it? Is this Mrs. Cheng who pointed you out?" the emperor asked in surprise.
Are you kidding! What kind of advice is this?
Li Mao shook his head.
"Of course not," he said.
The emperor breathed a sigh of relief.
"Later, the younger one couldn't do it, and even burned down the house." Li Mao continued, "There was really no other way, so I boldly went to see Mrs. Cheng."
And then she told you what to do?
The emperor asked in his mind, but this time he did not ask out loud.
"Ms. Cheng didn't tell me what to do."
Sure enough, Li Mao said.
"But she asked what she was going to do and how she planned to use the gunpowder. She was so enlightened that she thought of using stone bullets to hold the gunpowder."
Kowtow when you say this.
"So when I was young, I was able to make stone bullets, and finally I did it, all because of Mrs. Cheng's guidance."
This, this counts as advice?
Is it just because of that?
The emperor was silent for a moment.
Or what a coincidence?
"Invite the Cheng family to the palace." The emperor raised his head and said.
The waiter ran out in response, and was stunned again when he arrived inside and outside the palace.
"Where is Mrs. Cheng?" he asked the person next to him.
Because of the earthquake yesterday, Dali Temple did not continue the trial of Cheng Jiaoniang's case. Later, it was learned that it was not an earthquake, but something happened at Gongnu Academy. This will definitely involve many officials and punishment issues, so everyone ran away.
Watching the fun, including the censor who came to urge the verdict to be finalized immediately, all left, and Cheng Jiaoniang was left behind.
Of course, it was impossible to go home. After all, the emperor personally approved the person to be examined.
"There's hot water."
In the cell, Banqin brought a basin of water and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang sitting on the floor.
"Wash your hands, madam."
Cheng Jiaoniang rolled up her sleeves, put her hands in the basin and washed them.
"The food will be delivered in a moment." Banqin finished cleaning up and said, kneeling down next to Cheng Jiaoniang and looking around the cell.
Even though I stayed here for one night, it was still very unfamiliar.
In fact, this is not a prison cell. It was originally supposed to be a resting place for the cell leaders.
After all, it was because they were jealous of Mrs. Cheng's reputation that the people in the cell treated her favorably, while others in Dali Temple turned a blind eye.
However, naturally it cannot be compared with home.
"Damn Feng Lin." Banqin lowered his head and cursed harshly in a low voice again.
While he was cursing, he heard footsteps outside, the door was opened, and there stood a man wrapped in a cloak and hood, holding a food box in his hand.
It was the food delivery person. Banqin quickly stood up and the man had already stepped in.
"It's time to eat," he said.
The sound made Banqin startled, and when he looked closer, he was even more startled.
"Your Highness," she shouted, "Why are you here?"
Prince Jin'an stretched out his hand to lift his hood and smiled.
"Sending food." He said, raising the food box in his hand.
Banqin took the food box and was busy looking for a place to lay the ground. Here, Prince Jin'an was already sitting on the ground wrapped in a cloak.
"It's okay, it's not too cold." He said while looking around, "This is my first time in the cell."
"You're welcome." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a slight smile.
The prince of Jin'an County laughed.
"Thanks to you," he said.
Banqin simply stopped talking, knelt down, opened the food boxes, and placed them one by one on the mat.
"Have you eaten, Your Highness?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"Not yet, I had breakfast early." Prince Jin'an said.
Upon hearing this, Banqin held up a pair of chopsticks with both hands, and Prince Jin'an reached out to take them.
"The Queen Mother treated me kindly and gave me the best cook in the palace." He said while making an invitation, "Try this."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and tasted it as instructed.
"...and this." Prince Jin'an said, frowning again, "...Are you cold?"
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I'm not particular about food and drink."
Prince Jin'an smiled.
"Yes, you can eat sweet, you can eat bitter, you can eat sleepy, and you can eat sweet." He smiled.
"Just take things as they come," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The two of them stopped talking and ate separately. As they were eating, there was a rapid sound of footsteps outside the door.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Majesty has sent word that Madam Cheng has entered the palace." A young chamberlain put his head over and whispered.
Prince Jin'an quickly stood up and put on his hood. Cheng Jiao Niang waved her hand and turned around to go out.
Banqin hurriedly moved to sit next to Prince Jin'an. The palace servants were already standing in front of the door.
"Ms. Cheng." He said with a smile, his eyes swept across the room, fell on the two people sitting opposite each other and the food, and glanced over, "Your Majesty summons you."
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While summoning Cheng Jiaoniang, the emperor also gave the courtiers a lunch. They sat in the side hall and ate simple royal meals. The courtiers couldn't help but chat in low voices.
"How true or false is what Li Mao said?"
"Is it true that after seeing fireworks and hearing a word, they created them?"
"How is it possible? There are so many people who saw the fireworks, why didn't others create them?"
"Just say that Mrs. Cheng is extraordinary and give me another hint."
Someone next to him coughed lightly. The people who were talking looked over and saw Feng Lin with a straight face. They all stopped talking and sat upright.
"However, these stone bullets are really powerful." Someone else quickly changed the topic.
"Yes, the shield was placed later, and the sheep was also covered in armor, but it was still injured after the explosion." Another nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, the cowhide is so thick. Think about it, if this were a group of people..." Someone also interjected.
If it were a human being….
Several courtiers subconsciously thought about it. Thinking of the scene of the bloody and bloody internal organs they had just seen, they suddenly felt nauseated. They covered their mouths with their hands and turned to the spittoon to vomit.
This gaffe made everyone else present unable to eat any more. While they were chatting and laughing, the waiter came in.
"Ms. Cheng is here."
Because she was a woman and a commoner, she was naturally not qualified to deal with him in court. Just like last time, he was questioned by the emperor alone in the side hall. The courtiers stood outside the partition and could hear the sound of the woman kowtow and salute.
"Ms. Cheng, do you recognize Li Mao?" the emperor asked.
"I recognize it," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
He didn't even say that he didn't recognize him. The courtiers here looked at each other, smiled a little, and continued to listen.
"It's your fault that he made the stone bullets." The emperor said with a smile.
"Why was he the one who made the stone bullet?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Isn't it already there?"
"Ms. Cheng, the stone bullets he made are different from the previous ones. Do you know about yesterday's earthquake?" the emperor asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang responded yes.
"That's why Li Mao's stone bomb exploded." The emperor said, "He said that it was done under your guidance. Mrs. Cheng, you have done a great job."
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"People's daughters don't dare to take credit, and people's daughters never give him any advice," she said.
Feng Lin snorted coldly here.
Here comes this trick again! Pretending to be mysterious!
The emperor smiled slightly.
"Then Li Mao said that he was enlightened after first seeing your fireworks and then listening to your inquiry." He said.
Cheng Jiaoniang bowed her head and saluted.
"Your Majesty, how can the credit be given to the daughter of the people? It's just that the speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, the doer is unintentional, and the viewer is intentional." She raised her head and said.
The emperor was stunned for a moment.
Feng Lin couldn't listen anymore.
"Your Majesty," he shouted, holding up the wat board, "don't listen to Cheng's nonsense anymore!"
As he stepped through the door and walked in, Cheng Jiaoniang turned to look at him.
The two faced each other and immediately turned away from each other.
