The prince is more stable

Chapter 102 The Emperor Returns to the Capital
Men are visual animals and mostly choose their mates with their eyes.

In simple terms, it means "look at the face".

If you only look at her face, Jiang Miaoxian should get full marks.

Which man can refuse to take a perfect beauty into his harem? She doesn't want the title of the sole wife, but only the title of a concubine.

Zhao Xiaoqian did intend to redeem Jiang Miaoxian, and if it wasn't too expensive, he might have taken action long ago.

With Zhao Xiaoqian's current official position, he is considered powerful and it would be very easy for him to arrange for someone to be the manager of a brothel.

Holding the violent machinery of the Imperial City Division, he only needs to give a glance and the shopkeeper will immediately appear in the prison of Bingjingwu of the Imperial City Division, letting him do whatever he wants. Not to mention redeeming Jiang Miaoxian, he would even be willing to pay for her release.

But with his status at this level, he should be more elegant when eating. He can't just rob the courtesan by force. Zhao Xiaoqian is still happy to abide by the rules until someone else breaks them.

After a rough estimate, Jiang Miaoxian said that her ransom price was more than ten thousand strings of cash, and Zhao Xiaoqian thought that exactly ten thousand strings of cash should be enough.

If the brothel owner doesn't even understand this little bit of social etiquette, Zhao Xiaoqian doesn't mind using other means to give him a vivid social practice lesson.

The next question is how to save up 10,000 strings of cash in the shortest possible time and bring the stunning beauty Jiang Miaoxian from the brothel into his bed.

The answer to this question doesn't seem difficult.

Zhao Xiaoqian's gaze penetrated the tent and looked towards Zhao Hao's tent in the distance, then he smiled, and his smile became more and more filial.

Early the next morning, the emperor, his ministers and the imperial guards in the camp set off.

After more than half a month of inspection, the official returned to Beijing in great glory.

Zhao Xiaoqian was also in the departing team, riding on his horse with a smug look on his face.

Zhao Xiaoqian has been bored recently and has learned to ride a horse. His riding skills are not very good as he is still in the internship period of a new driver. Theory is of no use to him, but he found inspiration from action movies in his previous life.

Straddle, clamp, move up and down, slap the buttocks when excited...

Thirty thousand imperial guards escorted the emperor and civil and military officials as they marched towards Bianliang in a mighty procession.

Zhao Xiaoqian was yawning lazily on horseback. Last night, Jiang Miaoxian allowed Zhao Xiaoqian to flirt with her for a long time.

This literary young woman was really open-minded after she made the leap. Except for the final step between a man and a woman, all the other necessary elements were achieved.

Zhao Xiaoqian originally wanted to lie to her like a scumbag and just rub shoulders with her outside, but unfortunately this woman was not stupid and did not fall for it, and refused to give in no matter what.

Swaying on the horse's back, Zhao Xiaoqian hesitated whether to get into the carriage to catch up on his sleep, when he suddenly heard a cold snort beside him.

When I turned around, it was Di Ying whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Di Ying also lived in the camp outside Weishi County these days, but her father Di Zi was probably afraid that his daughter and Zhao Xiaoqian would do something immoral, so he not only arranged the tent ten miles away from Zhao Xiaoqian, but also confined her to her room, not allowing her to meet Zhao Xiaoqian.

It's not that Di Zi has any objection to him, but all the civil and military officials are in the camp, and Di Zi really doesn't want to damage his daughter's reputation, cause gossip, and ruin the Di family's family tradition.

After many days, I unexpectedly met Di Ying on the way back to Beijing.

Zhao Xiaoqian waved and greeted her enthusiastically.

Ever since rescuing Di Ying from the flood, Zhao Xiaoqian felt much brighter when he saw her. Before, he always felt like he owed her a favor and had a guilty feeling facing a creditor.

Now that her life has been saved, the favor has finally been repaid, and the diplomatic relations between the two can return to normal.

Unexpectedly, Di Ying ignored Zhao Xiaoqian's warm greeting and looked at the carriage beside him with a pair of angry eyes.

The curtains of the carriage were closed, and sitting inside was Jiang Miaoxian.

Zhao Xiaoqian followed her gaze and was immediately shocked. When the hell did this Shura field come about?
Di Ying looked at the carriage with an unfriendly look. Obviously, although she had not met Zhao Xiaoqian in these days, she had also heard that Zhao Xiaoqian had a stunning beauty in his tent.

Di Ying was furious these days. The two of them had met each other's parents, but the bastard went out to hunt for food without being watched, and even packed the food and brought it back.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people in the group and there weren't so many gossips, Di Ying would have wanted to rush into the carriage and fight the slutty bitch inside to decide the outcome, or even her life.

At this moment, just snorting coldly at Zhao Xiaoqian was the most rational restraint Di Ying could maintain.

Facing the Shura field, Zhao Xiaoqian was not panicked at all, and even looked at Di Ying calmly.

As long as his status is not confirmed, he is free. If there are no flowers at home, why can't he go out and pick some wild flowers?
Seeing Zhao Xiaoqian so frank and upright, Di Ying became even angrier. She stretched out her little fists while riding on her horse, bared her teeth and clenched her fists towards him viciously, silently provoking and threatening him.

Zhao Xiaoqian crossed his thumb and index finger and made a heart shape with his hands, yeah!
Di Ying was stunned. Although she couldn't understand the gesture, she could understand Zhao Xiaoqian's expression. He looked frivolous, so it was definitely a shameless and obscene gesture. Di Ying's pretty face flushed, and she slammed a curse and rode away in a hurry.

While speeding, he never forgot to turn his head and look back, and the meaning in his eyes was very straightforward.

This is not over yet!
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After traveling dozens of miles, the huge team arrived at Bianjing City at dusk that day.

Homeless victims were still gathered far outside the city, and government officials were distributing porridge with torches.

Today, the roads inside and outside Bianjing City are clean and tidy. There is still a lot of silt piled up along the moat, and the fishy smell of the silt on the streets in the city has not dissipated yet, but many shops, restaurants and inns are open for business.

When the emperor returned to the capital, officials and civilians along the streets in the city all bowed and made way for him. However, Zhao Xu's carriage did not stop and went straight to the Imperial Street.

After the civil and military officials escorted Zhao Xu to the palace gate, they said goodbye to each other and went home.

Zhao Xiaoqian did not rush back to the palace. He first sent Feng back to Yaohua Palace, left her a lot of food, clothing and daily necessities, and told her seriously that after some time, his son would definitely take her out of Yaohua Palace.

Feng agreed with tears in her eyes and reluctantly returned to the cold Taoist temple.

Then Zhao Xiaoqian sent Jiang Miaoxian back to Zuihuayin, and said the same thing again, wait.

It takes power to get his mother out, and it takes money to get Jiang Miaoxian out. After sending the two away, Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly found that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy.

It is really difficult to be free and unrestrained in life. Even if you do nothing, some responsibilities will inexplicably fall on your shoulders. You may cry and curse a few times, but in the end you still have to grit your teeth, pick up the burden and continue on your way.

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When he returned to the palace, Zhao Hao was directing his servants to clean up the silt in the palace.

Hundreds of people were busy working, but Zhao Xiaoqian was so lazy that he certainly wouldn't join in. He just walked in, turned a corner and slipped away.

Zhao Xiaoqian found a quiet corner in the palace and ordered his servants to find two blacksmiths.

These two blacksmiths were the ones who made the flintlock rifles for Zhao Xiaoqian last time, and the flintlock rifles they made were later confiscated by Zhao Xu.

It doesn’t matter, we have the technology, just keep building it.

This time, I will make a few more swords, carry one with me, and make one for my dad. Self-defense is something that should never be taken lightly. What if a group of assassins show up one day and want to kill him?

Since the two blacksmiths made the flintlock rifle, Zhao Hao bought out their life rights. From then on, they were supported by the royal palace with high salaries and iron rice bowls, and lived a very comfortable life.

After Zhao Xiaoqian called the two over, they looked happy. The prince had work to do again. Last time he made a bunch of weird things, and now he got a stable job for no apparent reason.

If we create something this time, it will definitely take off.

The iron furnace was brought over and the pig iron was ready. The two blacksmiths stood in front of Zhao Xiaoqian like elementary school students, waiting for his order.

Zhao Xiaoqian was puzzled by the two men's excitement. It was just a matter of forging iron, but they were so excited.

No drawings are needed this time, everything remains the same.

The most difficult part was the straight iron pipe. The amazing thing was that the blacksmith had been idle these days and had actually prepared several iron pipes in advance. After Zhao Xiaoqian checked, he found that they basically met the requirements.

They have a stable job with a guaranteed income, yet they are so proactive and forward-thinking. Zhao Xiaoqian wants to give them a formal position...

However, this time, iron pipes alone are not enough.

Zhao Xiaoqian wanted to build a 2.0 upgraded version of the flintlock rifle.

"What is 'rifling'?" asked the blacksmith in confusion.

"Simply put, it's about carving spiral lines on the inner wall of the iron pipe. The carving must be even, neat, and of uniform depth. You two..."

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at the hands of the two blacksmiths.

The two pairs of hands were black and dirty, with fingers as thick as carrots. They had been holding hammers to forge iron for years, and their finger joints were used to vibrations. When they were idle, they couldn't help but tremble slightly, like a pair of stroke patients.

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed: "You two can't carve rifling, so if you have nothing to do, you can find a part-time job, such as serving food in the cafeteria..."

(End of this chapter)