After a farce.
The civil and military officials walked past the deep pit caused by the "big firecracker" and still had lingering fears.
It was hard to imagine that this situation, which was like the wrath of the heavens, was actually caused by human power.
Was this the power of the Golden Stone Pill Technique?
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have believed it if someone said it was done by an immortal technique.”
"It was really dangerous just now. It seems that His Majesty has made up his mind to punish the Little Lord this time.”
"Shhh, it's a punishment, but it's more accurate to say that he's afraid that the Little Lord will study something even more dangerous, so he's keeping the Little Lord by his side. Otherwise, who knows what kind of accident will happen?”
"That's good, that's good. Little Lord will be confined in Zhangtai Palace for a while, so we can rest for a while."
As they left Zhangtai Palace, the civil and military officials all heaved a sigh of relief.
The Little Lord had gone overboard this time, and His Majesty had finally grounded him in Zhangtai Palace.
Otherwise, the officials would be on tenterhooks all day, not knowing what the Little Lord would suddenly do.
.......
Zhang Tai Palace.
"Little Nineteen is really audacious this time!”
"You necromancers actually don't know the immensity of heaven and earth and accompany him to fool around?”
Ying Zheng slammed the memorial on the table, not even in the mood to review the state affairs.
There was a big treasure?
Who knew how terrifying this big treasure was? How could a child play with such a dangerous thing?
This time, he almost had an accident, but he still wanted to study something even more powerful.
Did he really think that his small body was as tough as copper and that he could be so lucky every time?
"How could we dare to disobey the orders of the Little Lord?”
"Your Majesty, this item was taught by the Little Lord. We didn't know that it was so terrifying.”
"If we knew, we would rather go up and start a fire than let the Little Lord take the risk!”
.......
The necromancers felt as if ten thousand unknown creatures were running through their minds.
Didn't Your Majesty ask us to listen to the Little Lord's orders?
Why are you blaming us for not stopping it in time?
Wasn't this bullying an honest person?
Alright, the power of life and death was in Qin Shi Huang's hands, so they endured it.
"Your Majesty, this is the notebook left behind by the young master when he developed the black gunpowder. It records the process of configuration in detail. He originally asked us to hand it to you."
Seeing this, Lu Sheng hurriedly stepped forward.
He even took out a stack of papers from his pocket.
"Your Majesty, although the Little Lord is indeed a little bold this time, the power of this item…"
Old General Wang Jian was currently still missing a tuft of beard on his chin. Clearly, it was the aftereffect left behind from that explosion just now.
He could tell that the First Emperor was also worried.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so concerned about Ying Zimo's safety that he had neglected the true power of this 'big firecracker'.
"If this item appears on the battlefield against the Xiongnu, it will probably have a miraculous effect, Your Majesty.”
Xiangyu had just recovered from his shock.
Although he had seen the Little Lord do experiments before, the commotion was far from comparable to the big firecrackers today.
He had a straightforward personality, even when facing the still angry Qin Shi Huang.
He also spoke up for Ying Zimo.
"The power and movement of this item is enough to scare the horses. If we block the ears of our horses in advance, the Xiongnu will charge in when they are in chaos."
Meng Tian instantly thought of the application of this item.
Han Xin's eyes flashed with a mysterious light.
If the black gunpowder was disguised as grain and deliberately intercepted by the Xiongnu.
If they quietly attacked the camp at night, wouldn't they be able to blow up the Xiongnu camp?
"Imperial Father, my 19th brother is doing this out of goodwill so that Great Qin's soldiers will not bleed too much on the battlefield.”
Fu Su knew Ying Zimo's stubborn temper.
Right now, he was probably sulking at the First Emperor.
It was easy to catch him, but if he wanted to let him out again, it would probably be difficult to coax him.
"I am not only the Emperor of Great Qin, but also your Imperial Father. Today, I will teach you a lesson: a gentleman does not stand under a wall.”
Hearing everyone's advice, Ying Zheng took a deep breath.
After calming down, he began to pay attention to the meaning of the black gunpowder.
There was no doubt that this item had an extraordinary meaning. If it was used on the battlefield, it would give Great Qin's Cavalry divine help.
Therefore, although his tone was still unpleasant, it could be seen that most of his anger had dissipated.
However, as an emperor, he could not change his mind.
"It seems that it's time for lunch. Your Majesty, do you think you should ask the imperial kitchen to make a portion for the little master?”
Wang Jian stroked his beard with some heartache.
Looking at Ying Zheng, who was regretting his decision, but could not bring himself to let the young master out, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Hmph, make a few dishes and send them over, lest that little bastard complains that I mistreated him.”
Ying Zheng waved his hand in response.
He lowered his head and looked at the notes on the development of black gunpowder handed over by the alchemists.
When he saw the crooked handwriting on it, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Yes."
Wang Jian left the Qilin Hall with his hands behind his back.
Fu Su sized up Shi Huang. When he noticed that the latter's brows were gradually relaxing, he also followed Wang Jian.
When the two of them arrived at the imperial kitchen, they really gave the imperial chefs a fright.
Who were these two?
One was the Eldest Young Master Fu Su, and the other was the old General Wang Jian that everyone respected in Great Qin.
In their eyes, these were two great gods. Why would they come to a place like the imperial kitchen for the first time?
After knowing that it was to deliver food to the Little Lord, they were all speechless.
Food delivery?
Even the First Emperor didn't receive such treatment!
Although the imperial chefs were shocked, they still displayed what they had learned in their lives and prepared four dishes.
"Is this food for the Little Lord? Then I'll have to show you my skills."
The fat royal chef's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Oh? Why do you care so much about your 19th brother?”
Fu Su didn't know why the fat royal chef became more motivated when he mentioned his 19th brother.
"Your Highness Fusu, you don't know this. Ever since we used the Gongshu family's refined iron kitchen knife, our cutting skills have improved a lot.”
"And this salt, I use it at home. I never dreamed that I would be able to eat the same salt as in the imperial palace.”
The chubby chef was cutting vegetables while chattering.
Even the sea green salt was not as fine as this mineral salt.
Now, whether it was in the imperial palace or the common people of Xianyang City, they all ate the salt of the official salt store.
After the iron smelting technique was popularized, it was not only applied to the military.
Some of the scraps were made into kitchen utensils and sent to the imperial kitchen.
"The people of the Northern Frontier can eat potatoes, and they will be full this winter. You probably find it difficult to understand the feeling of not having enough to eat."
Chef said and stopped.
No matter how talkative she was, she knew what she should and should not say.
"I see."
Fu Su looked at the imperial chef who was cooking with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
He was born into a noble family and had always lived a luxurious life, so he did not feel deeply.
Today, he realized that everything that his 19th brother did had such meaning to Great Qin's people.
Looking at Fu Su, who seemed to have understood something, Wang Jian smiled without saying a word.
He carried the food box.
The two of them passed through the jagged walls of Zhangtai Palace.
They arrived at Sunfeather Palace, where Ying Zimo was confined.
There were hidden guards guarding the surroundings. The palace gate was even locked with a copper lock. Dun Ruo stood at the door and personally guarded it.
"At this moment, the Little Lord is probably throwing a tantrum, right?”
Wang Jian said with a smile.
"Old General Wang, you're here."
Dunruo cupped his hands and bowed. He looked relieved and said,"No, Little Lord, you should go in and take a look yourself.”
As he spoke, he directly took off the copper lock that was not locked and opened the palace door.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
Just now, he was afraid that the Little Lord would make a fuss and want to go out. What should he do then?
He couldn't treat Ying Zimo like a criminal.
"Don't make a fuss? It'll be difficult if we don't make a scene."
Wang Jian revealed a bitter smile when he heard this.
Did he not know Ying Zimo's temperament?
If he suddenly quieted down, he might really be angry.
"Let's go in and persuade Nineteenth Brother.”
Fu Su also sighed.
However, as soon as the two of them entered, they heard the sound of drinking milk.
There were also complaints with some emotions.
"Hmph, Brother Zheng said he didn't want it. If he doesn't make me happy, I won't even let him smell the Ginseng Fruit's fart.”
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