The prince is more stable

Chapter 64: Meeting Di Nu Again
Zhao Xiaoqian was startled by Zhao Hao's sudden self-assertion, and the machine in his hand fell onto the tea table with a clatter.

"You are so old and still making such a fuss. Father, please be more steady..." Zhao Xiaoqian advised helplessly.

"I asked two blacksmiths to make something for me. Your Majesty, there's no need to make a fuss. The blacksmiths are paid for their work, and when the job is done, they owe nothing to each other. Why are you chasing them back?"

Zhao Hao's entire fat face flushed crimson, and he lashed out at his son, a rare outburst: "You bastard, you bastard! You should be more careful!"

"What you came up with must be the first of its kind in the world. If it's truly a powerful weapon for self-defense and attacking the enemy, and it gets leaked by the blacksmith, who knows what disaster it will cause!"

Zhao Hao must be angry.

Zhao Hao did not understand his son's abilities, but he was blindly confident.

The last time Zhao Xiaoqian inexplicably made snow salt, Zhao Hao knew that his son was no ordinary person. The things he made would either be very profitable or very powerful. In short, they would be unique in the world.

His son has come up with something new today. How could Zhao Hao allow the blacksmith to leak such an important invention?

Zhao Xiaoqian was stunned and a little hurt by the scolding.

Putting the facts aside, am I not your favorite little baby anymore?
"The blacksmith must be brought back, Chen Shou, Chen Shou! Where has he been? Hurry up!" Zhao Hao said angrily, ignoring his beloved son who was in dejection.

Zhao Xiaoqian was a little uneasy: "Father, you won't kill me to silence me, right?"

Zhao Hao said coldly, "It's not a crime to kill them, but the palace will take care of the life and death of these two blacksmiths, and the food and drink of their entire family for three generations."

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed. What had the blacksmith done to offend anyone? He was invited into the palace early in the morning and made a few things for no apparent reason. And now, his life was ruined.

But think about it from another angle, if someone provides food and drink for three generations, it can be considered a stable job, so it seems... not a bad thing?
Looking down at the machine in his hand, Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly realized that he seemed to have made something extraordinary with his hands, something that belonged to... a high-level military secret?

The thing is not finished yet, and in addition to the iron parts, a carpenter is also needed.

This time, Zhao Hao did not indulge him. He personally invited a skilled carpenter to sign a contract with the Chu Palace, and then made parts according to the prince's requirements.

The required accessories were quickly made, all handmade.

Next, Zhao Xiaoqian was busy assembling all the accessories.

Half an hour later, a short, exquisite and oddly shaped thing appeared intact in the sight of the father and son.

Zhao Xiaoqian was very satisfied with his work. He looked at it for a long time and felt that there was no major problem.

Zhao Hao came over and observed it for a while with a confused look on his face: "What on earth is this?"

"It's a great thing. With it, my child can finally go out without worry." Zhao Xiaoqian smiled happily.

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When traveling in the world, safety comes first.

Zhao Xiaoqian didn't expect the world to be so dangerous. He also didn't forget that after he was assassinated last time, neither the mastermind nor the murderer was caught. There was no guarantee that they would assassinate him again.

The thing being built is ready, but the last material is missing.

This kind of material is hard to find elsewhere, but Zhao Xiaoqian can be sure that there is one place where it can be found.

Zhao Xiaoqian immediately walked out of the palace, ordering as he went, "Chen Shou, bring your men and horses with you and follow me out of the city... Bring more people with you to protect me well and hold me in your arms like a precious treasure."

I am really afraid of death.

This time, Zhao Xiaoqian actually used two carriages from the palace, one of which was empty, in order to confuse enemies who might be hiding in the dark.

Qin Shi Huang did this more than a thousand years ago. When he was on patrol in Bolingsha, Zhang Liang's fatal attack failed and hit the disguised carriage. The handsome and charming ancestor escaped.

For the sake of safety, Zhao Xiaoqian always thought it would be a good idea to follow the example of his ancestors.

Zhao Hao had a lot of questions in his mind but no answers as his beloved son was about to go out. After a moment of hesitation, he followed Zhao Xiaoqian into the carriage.

The more mysterious his son was, the more curious Zhao Hao became about what that strange thing he had created was.

Chen Shou brought nearly a hundred imperial guards with him for the carriage trip.

They headed north, passed Tianbo Gate, and walked to the outside of Yuqing Palace, arriving at their destination. Father and son got off the carriage, and as expected, Taoist Qingyang was waiting for them under the stone plaque.

When meeting and greeting, Taoist Qingyang looked nervous, especially when he saw Zhao Xiaoqian, he subconsciously clamped his legs together, and his smile was uglier than that of a dancer who was forced into prostitution.

Zhao Hao was very polite to the Taoist Qingyang. Perhaps it was more than just politeness, but more like a kind of religious worship.

Zhao Xiaoqian stared at Taoist Qingyang with a half-smile on his face, which made Taoist Qingyang feel a chill on his back and his smile became more forced.

Zhao Hao, who probably had Taoist beliefs, tugged at Zhao Xiaoqian's sleeve and whispered, "Don't be rude to the Immortal!"

Only then did Zhao Xiaoqian lazily and hastily bow to the Taoist Qingyang.

Taoist Qingyang was flattered and declined repeatedly.

Zhao Xiaoqian has been a bit busy recently, but Taoist Qingyang remembers very clearly the days when Yuqing Palace was dominated by the Prince of Chu.

During the days when Zhao Xiaoqian lived in Yuqing Palace, everyone in the Taoist temple was in a state of panic. They almost worshipped Zhao Xiaoqian as an ancestor in terms of food, drink and daily necessities.

True Man Qingyang was indeed a man of character. Even though the Yuqing Palace was in chaos because of Zhao Xiaoqian's actions, he still gritted his teeth and refused to return the money donated by Zhao Hao.

The three of them greeted each other. Zhao Xiaoqian was about to tell Qingyang his intention when he heard a surprised voice behind him.

"Prince, you're here too, what a coincidence!"

Then a pretty figure came over. It was Di Ying, an acquaintance whom I hadn't seen for many days.

The last time he saw her was outside Yaohua Palace. Di Ying helped Zhao Xiaoqian a little and owed her a favor.

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled. "So it's Miss Di. Why do I always see you outside the Taoist temple?"

Di Ying is dressed very pretty today. Her purple skirt sparkles in the sun. Her pretty face is not made up, but her skin is still fair and rosy, full of collagen, which makes people want to pinch it.

Di Ying stared at him with shining eyes and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Prince. I've heard a lot of rumors about you in Bianjing City. You've really been very popular recently."

The two chatted for a few words, and Zhao Hao, who was standing next to them, finally couldn't help but put on a fat smile and said cheerfully: "My son, this girl is..."

Zhao Xiaoqian then introduced them to each other.

Di Ying's pretty face flushed, and she hurriedly bowed solemnly, saying, "My humble servant pays respects to His Majesty the King of Chu."

Zhao Hao looked at his son, then at Di Ying, his small green eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Haha, so you're the descendant of General Di. Great, great! I remember your father was the deputy envoy of the Xishang Pavilion. I wonder how your father is doing?"

Di Ying's face became redder and redder as she asked and answered questions with Zhao Hao, displaying the standard etiquette of a lady from a noble family.

Zhao Hao looked at Di Ying while chatting, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, with a look of great satisfaction.

As the two chatted meaninglessly, Zhao Xiaoqian walked up to Taoist Qingyang and asked in a low voice, "Master, I have come here today to ask for something."

Taoist Qingyang said hurriedly, "Prince, please give your orders."

"I want to get some gunpowder in Guiguan. Shouldn't it be difficult?"

Qingyang immediately shook his head and said, "Yuqing Palace is a place for prayer and offerings, how could there be gunpowder there? Please forgive me, Your Highness, your request is truly difficult for me to fulfill."

Zhao Xiaoqian remained calm and said, "Okay, let's talk about something else..."

"What's the matter?"

"Regarding the large sum of money my father donated to your temple, not counting the precious jewels and jade, the silver alone must have been worth tens of thousands of strings of cash, right?"

Qingyang's expression changed, and he said with a wry smile, "The gunpowder that the prince requested, I will deliver to you right away."

"That's right!" Zhao Xiaoqian praised with a smile.

(End of this chapter)