flamboyant

Kapitel 242

Seeing my pitiful state, Qianqing took pity on me and pointed to the inner room.

My eyes lit up—and I ran towards the fortress—

The next day, I pulled a long chain, tethering several old, toothless grandfathers, and swayed towards the Sikong Mansion.

"Shen Ziyi, you'll die a horrible death!"

"Shen Wulai, you are a scourge to the country and its people!"

"You surnamed Shen, you've committed heinous crimes!"

"Shen Shiyi, let me go!"

I'd rather die than do anything for you!

No wonder Qianqing wanted to tie you all up—you cunning experts. Go ahead and curse me, I'm very magnanimous.

"Hey, you surnamed Shen! Where are you taking us?!"

I won't tell you, I'm taking my dog for a walk. "Oh! -- Uncle Zhong!" Thank you for waiting for me at the door.

"Greetings, Young Master Shen."

"well."

Uncle Zhong glanced at the troops behind me and asked, puzzled, "Young Master Shen, what are you doing...?"

I raised the chain in my hand and laughed, "Chouqian is not in good health, so I'll buy him a few people to help him recover."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhong's face fell: "Isn't that a bad idea..."

"Don't mention it, there's no need to pay."

I pulled the old man who had suddenly fallen silent forward, and the crowd, which had been cursing and swearing all the way, fell silent once we entered the Sikong Mansion.

I dragged them deeper into the primeval forest...

"Young Master Shen, stop here."

"Uncle Zhong? What's wrong?"

Uncle Zhong smiled apologetically, his expression kind and gentle: "You can go in alone. As for them... I'm afraid that too many people will disturb your peace."

Before I could even speak, a cacophony of voices answered from behind me:

"We won't speak..."

"Yes, yes, we won't talk."

"We are mute."

"We'll cut out our tongues if you let us see Young Master Sikong."

"Yes, yes."

I stared at them dumbfounded—they were lunatics.

Uncle Zhong ignored them and smiled at me, "Lord Shen, you should go in yourself. The master has sent word that it's not too late to invite them later."

"Okay." I handed the chains to Uncle Zhong.

I've just gotten started, and then a wave of resentment rises from behind:

"Lord Shen, don't you want us anymore?"

"Lord Shen, we are willing to serve you with utmost loyalty!"

"Lord Shen, you are Dongqing's lucky star."

"Lord Shen, I have admired you for a long time. Let me follow you!"

She was just yelling at me. Touching my suddenly cold body, I quickly ran inside.

I was lying by the door when Chouqian was organizing the agricultural infrastructure drawings I had given him yesterday. I don't know how to do that stuff. If he can understand it, Dongqing is lucky; if he can't, Qianqing is unlucky.

What I want are weapons, gunpowder, and science and technology that transcends time and space. If I want to obtain these, it would require Chou Qian and Qian Qing to not object to the destructive power that transcends production levels.

Not every dynasty favored this kind of thing, especially rational people like them. They preferred a gradual approach and didn't want to see inventions or creations that didn't belong to their own time.

When I was little, I tried to start a business in entertainment and decoration, but they nipped me in the bud. They wouldn't allow my comic book "The Age of Superman" to be printed, and even my matches and coal died in the womb.

I dared not try love lightly, so I had to ask my supervisor for approval.

"Come in."

We've been spotted? I crept in and nuzzled against Qiu Qian: "Qianqian, have you had breakfast?"

"You're going to eat?"

I'm full.

“I’ve used it.” He picked up the drawings on the table: “Take a look, this is how the car tipped over.”

I took a picture of the paper he held up in front of me, and snuggled into his arms to enjoy it.

Chouqian nonchalantly put down the drawing, not expecting me to understand it. "Get down, don't act like a child."

"Isn't she still a child?"