Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

The old official turned his head after he finished speaking, and stared eagerly at the old man's face. Wen Jin bent his eyebrows and eyes with a half-smile when he saw this, and blurted out something quite meaningful: "Me? What can I say? "

"What you said just now is not unreasonable, but Lao Wang, if you want to ask about this matter, you shouldn't ask me."

"You should ask the Grand Master."

Old General Wen said, then slowly turned his eyes to look at Bai Jingzhen, and gently pulled the corner of his lips: "After all, before His Majesty left, he entrusted the land to the Grand Master, not us—"

"Besides, you guys were too excited just now."

After the old man finished speaking, he stopped talking, and the hearts of those veteran ministers suddenly turned cold when they heard this - after they saw that face that was too similar to Yuan Qing tonight, their reaction was indeed a bit too intense. Forget that the eldest princess is the eldest princess, and the little highness is the little highness.

Although Qianping's Emperor Yunjing is also an excellent emperor, and His Royal Highness seems to have an outstanding demeanor, no one can guarantee that Mo Junli will be like his parents in the future, and become a hard-to-find emperor. Mingzhu, and they obviously don't have so many opportunities for trial and error.

The country is a game of chess, if one piece is wrong, the whole game is lost, they shouldn't be so reckless.

After thinking about it for a while, the old official surnamed Wang raised his hand and scratched his head in a little annoyance, while subconsciously turned his head to look at the young man who hadn't made a sound since Mo Junli and the others left.

The astonishment when they were young will inevitably affect their judgment now, and except for Bai Jingzhen, everyone here has witnessed the peerless beauty of the Eldest Princess back then.

Then... let's talk again in two days.

"En." Old General Wen nodded in response, but Wen Yushan, who was shrunk behind, stretched out his hand and scratched his head unnaturally.

"—Iron armor can be broken within 120 feet, and an arm can be broken through a bone at 240 feet. The longest shooting distance is about [-] feet. It's not too far, it's just average."

When the breeze brushed against his neck, he couldn't help but feel a little bit afraid—fortunately, everything today was a big show that he had discussed with the Seventh Prince early in the morning. It is unimaginable!

No one knows better than them what such a light, accurate and terrifyingly lethal firearm means on the battlefield. If Wen Yulang hadn't stopped him desperately, Wen Yushan wished he could just throw himself into the school field and watch with the target in his arms!
"Mu Guogong, dare to ask what this thing is..." Bai Jingzhen asked in a low voice with the corners of his lips stretched, his usually calm face now became faintly pale.

"Oh! That's it." Wen Yushan blinked, Mu Xiyin looked at him and nodded slowly: "Yes."

Hearing the sound, the latter hurriedly loaded the firearm on hand, stuffed it into the bosom of the dandy beside him, and strode forward to the crowd.

The veteran who received the infinite disdain of his father-in-law unconsciously straightened his back—can he be blamed for what happened today?This was all the idea of ​​that girl Yin'er and their hapless Highness.

When there was a loud bang, fifty lead pellets all burst through the inch-thick bull's-eye a hundred feet away, and ruthlessly nailed into the wooden fence standing more than a hundred feet behind the target.

Mu Wenjing rubbed his nose and looked at the sky, then coughed and led the crowd towards the school ground they had temporarily opened up.

"My lords, Mu will take you to have a good tour of our military camp today." The veteran who opened the door curtain couldn't help but make a "please" gesture, and everyone couldn't help but stiffen slightly when they saw this.

There are Qianping heavy soldiers guarding the left and right tents. They will not escape even if they have wings. If they have that time to think about these useless things, they might as well rest early and lie down to sleep.

A few people slandered, closed their eyes drowsily while thinking wildly, and after the cock crowed, a soldier brought them breakfast on time, and when everyone was groomed and finished eating, Mu Wenjing appeared at the entrance of the tent with a smile on his face.

"Well, this is a firecracker." Mu Wenjing wrote an understatement. He lifted this firearm as lightly and casually as an ordinary sword, "Yin'er and the other little guys made it two years ago. The little things are still useful. It's big."

"Okay, Yin'er, the adults are not here to gossip, you should hurry up and take them to practice in the morning." Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Mu Wenjing quickly smiled and patted his daughter's shoulder.

The old minister thought so, and the rest of the people followed him and turned their eyes quietly. Bai Jingzhen, who was stared at by everyone, bowed his head and remained silent for a long time, before raising his eyes a little after a while.

At that time, the Qingyuwei gang led by Xiao Hongze had already lined up under Mu Xiyin's instructions, and a hundred feet away on the fine sand school field, a water-sized inch-thick wooden target was also set up.

Yes, he absolutely did not play any role in instigating, instigating, overdoing, or gloating.

"Tunnel fire guns, generally speaking, are of little use beyond three hundred feet."

Although they didn't understand what a large army camp could be, but seeing the posture of Mu Wenjing and the guards with swords standing behind him, they probably didn't have the room to refuse.

Everyone looked at each other when they heard this, and finally shrugged their shoulders, turned off the lights and walked slowly to the bunk.

The Fuli courtiers who had been "coerced" resigned themselves to their fate, and the old general Wen couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes at Mu Wenjing when he passed by.

——He was eager to know Bai Jingzhen's opinion.

Several civil servants with poor physique were dizzy from the loud noise when the gun was fired, while the remaining generals stared wide-eyed, locking tightly on the wooden target that had been pierced by the lead shot.

"Father." Mu Xiyin cupped her hands, then turned her head to look at the Fuli courtiers, her expression was usually calm and composed, "Mu Xiyin, I have seen several adults—grandfather and two uncles are also there. "

"It's a big matter, don't dare to judge rashly." The young man's voice was calm and indifferent. When he got up, his sleeves extinguished the flickering oil lamp in the corner of the case. Under the dim light, his back was indescribable. lonely.

"Yin'er, hurry up and meet some adults!" Mu Wenjing laughed loudly, and beckoned to the girl in Xuanyi who was adjusting a gun.

"Here." Seeing this, Mu Xiyin raised her brows indistinctly, then turned her hand and waved down the flag in her palm.

"Let's discuss it later."

"In the barracks, there are no rare things at all. Fortunately, these firearms and armaments that my daughter figured out when she had nothing to do are still novelty--so I dare to ask you adults to come and watch for fun, and by the way, train the tired gang in the army. Lazy ramming goods!"

"Six hundred feet is not far away? How far is it?" Wen Yushan's eyes turned green when he saw this firearm for the first time. It was the rogue in the market who saw some rare beauty.

"It's not far." Mu Xiyin, who was staring at the dandies packing up their guns, turned around with a smile on her face. She glanced at the Fuli courtiers who were almost out of their wits, and quietly curled her lips, "After all, six hundred The ruler is just the longest shooting distance."

"Besides, the internal structure of this firearm is too exquisite, it is difficult to manufacture, and the cost is too high. I have only made more than two hundred guns so far," the woman added with a smile, "Most of them are only used by the Qingyuwei First Battalion. It can be popularized in the military."

"It's such a pity." As soon as Fuli general smacked his lips, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But without waiting for them to straighten their legs that were so sore and limp, Mu Xiyin said lightly, "So, to make up for the disadvantage of not having enough guns."

"The younger generation has made another magic machine crossbow that can be mass-produced."

Papa Crazy Versailles: It’s not very far~ It’s not very powerful~ It’s not very important~~~
Sister made up the knife at the side: Yes, it is not far away, and it is not easy to popularize, so I made (several) ones that are easy to popularize.

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