Chapter 1980: Two key things, now

After a long silence, I said, "And, I'm still worried about one thing."
He asked, "What's up?"
"That's the thing about the catapult."
"what happened?"
"I have been thinking since yesterday, who can imitate the trebuchet." I looked up at him and said, "You know, it was Xichuan who bought the Folang machine gun that year, and for so many years Nishikawa has not been able to come up with a similar thing, but Pei Yuanxiu, it has only been a few years since he knew about such a thing, and he even got the trebuchet, and it has been used in battle. "
He seemed to wake up suddenly and looked at me with his eyes wide open: "You mean--"
"Surely someone is helping him."
"The one who helped him was--"
"I, I can't be sure," I bit my lower lip, and said hard, "But now there are very few people in this world who have seen the real chaff artillery. Only a few of us have Everyone knows that there is no connection with Pei Yuanxiu, but this thank you— "
Qing Han originally lay back on the bed. At this time, he couldn't help but stand up and looked down at me: "You said before that he was raised by Minister Chacha from an early age."
I continued: "When Baoyu Ze was in the year, Hu Muhan said that Xichuan had fought a battle with them, and that time he used the Folang machine gun."
"..."
"Xie Ye, or his great-grandfather Xie Datong, would have heard of it if he hadn't experienced it."
"..."
"So I thought, could it be him--"
I didn't finish my words, and the light cold breath suddenly became heavy, and said, "Moreover, after he got to Pei Yuanxiu, the catapult started to be copied."
I nodded.
Suddenly, both people took a breath of air.
Maybe it really is. In the years of Xie Tiao's East Chahe Department, maybe he has always known the existence of such things as the lang machine artillery. Even if Xie Datong has been for years to let his descendants return, In the Central Plains, to repay some people's debts, then such a very aggressive firearm, he should be interested in trying to imitate.
Then, Xie Yan brought some key skills to Pei Yuanxiu, and Pei Yuan needed such a thing.
So the two hit it off.
If that's the case--
Slightly chilling, he sat up from the bed and said, "Now that the emperor has grabbed their trebuchet, Chabixing gave Xie Ye his man again."
In other words, he already has two key things.
I also sat up and said, "You, you want to stop him? Bring Xie Yan back?"
"..."
I felt his breathing was a little short, probably a little anxious, but when I heard that, I took a deep breath and calmed myself, then shook his head and said, "I have said in front of everyone He was handed over to him, and it was Chabixin who caught him, and now he is going to return. He may not give it, and may cause unnecessary trouble. "
"..."
"I don't have any dispute with him now."
"..."
"And I think, Xie Yun, you also said that he was not ordinary, he may not let the emperor do the same."
I listened and nodded gently.
This is why I was not too anxious just now.
However, I had just been wrapped in a quilt. At this time, I suddenly sat up and slipped the quilt down, revealing my body wearing only a thin shirt. When the heat dissipated, I fought a cold war. He looked back at me like this and hurried: Now. "
I laughed and said, "How can you still catch cold this weather."
"Don't think it won't catch cold when it's hot, look at your body."
He said, reaching out and holding me.
Wearing a thin shirt, I immediately felt his warm hands ring up, passing a steady stream of temperature.
I couldn't help sighing comfortably, blowing his breath just over his ears.
The next moment, I heard that he was breathing a bit wrong.
Last night, I once hugged like this, and even hugged and hugged all night, but at that time I was tired of crying, and I almost forgot where I was, and naturally I didn't notice what happened to him holding me, but At this time, I clearly saw his face flushed red, and even the tip of his ears became red.
I looked at his red ears and said subconsciously: "Light cold, you—"
Before he finished speaking, he felt that the temperature of his hands became hot all the time, and surrounded my body like a soldering iron, and then he swallowed hard with a throat.
Immediately, I understood.
Suddenly, his face was burning red, and he felt that his body temperature was constantly rising outside the thin layer of clothes, even hotter than the one just wrapped in the quilt, as if there was one--
The illusion of burning in flames.
No, not an illusion.
I suddenly realized that I did n’t know where to put my hands and feet. I subconsciously wanted to turn my head to look at him, but when I moved, my cheeks rubbed against his cheeks, and my already hot skin was like a rub, like The sparks blew out, and they both stung for a moment.
I was at a loss at this time.
This kind of thing can't be said to have never thought about it, but after all, just finished the business, if he-
What should I do?
Is it this time--
For a while my brain seemed to be burned out, and I was at a loss as to what to do. I felt that his hands were working harder and almost completely melted my body into his hot body. After that, the next moment, slowly let go.
I looked up at him, and saw that his face was flushed, not only the ears were red, but even the corners of his eyes seemed to be red. Without looking down at me, he lifted the quilt over me and said in his mouth. "Don't catch cold."
I just sat cross-legged on the bed and didn't know how to move. When he wrapped me tightly, he stood upright and didn't dare to look at me, so he turned around and walked out.
However, as soon as I opened the door, I hit someone outside.
"My son ?!"
"what!"
He took a step: "What are you doing?"
"Uh? Son, didn't you tell me to bring breakfast?"
"Ah? Oh, oh, right."
He has never been so helpless, and has to go out, but ca n’t go, just standing at the door and saying, "Hurry up, let go, let go."
Those people did not know why he was in such a hurry, immediately ordered to bring the dishes in his hand and put them on the table, and then hurriedly backed out.
He was standing at the door himself, and was about to leave, remembering what he thought, and said, "You, put on your clothes first. I'll go back when I go."
After closing the door, I ran away.
I still kept the same posture, and was wrapped in a quilt to sit on the bed like a snowman. I was just a little overwhelmed and my heartbeat was chaotic, but looking at his helplessness, I couldn't help laughing. .
And with this smile, he found that his cheeks were also hot, afraid that the redness would not be lighter than him.
Speaking of ... so many years.
When I was in Jixiang Village, I had thought of such a thing, just because I was pregnant, and I haven't been healthy since then, so I have never been there, and these years ...
I never asked him how he had lived for so many years, but it seemed to be imaginable.
But thinking of it this way, my heart became a little bit more sour.
I do n’t think I ’m filthy after experiencing something. I know he wo n’t think so. Moreover, at this age, I still have to say anything about love and I am embarrassed; but I still want to be around The person is what he thinks in his heart, what he sees in his dream, and the person who presupposes in all future scenes; more or less, he also hopes that he can be a good self and match him without loss.
However, in the first half of my life, it seemed doomed.
Unconsciously, a drop of tears slipped and fell into the quilt wrapped around the body.
I don't know how long, I reached out and wiped off the wetness on my face. I quickly got up and put on my clothes. I walked to the table to see that there was also a large bowl of porridge, and some hot and sour porridge dishes Do as I like.
He does n’t have a maid here, I ’m afraid I wo n’t let the maids in the government department come in, so I found the salt and hot water to rinse myself, and when I was going out to find him, he returned, and his face had returned to normal. As if nothing had happened, he walked in and said, "Have breakfast, I'm hungry, and you must be hungry."
I glanced at him and said nothing, but when the two sat down, when I filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to him, I found that when he reached for the bowl, he didn't look at me.
Can't help but smile.
This man, with five people and six people outside, can even be said to be turbulent. He has a lot of thoughts about making holes with the cunning rabbit, but in some things, it seems that he has not grown at all for so many years.
I didn't say much, so the two people quietly finished their early breakfast with all kinds of thoughts.
When the servant came in to clean up the chopsticks, I was ready to get up and go back to the room where I lived. He followed behind me as he walked out, looking down at what he was thinking. I asked, "What do you want?"
His expression became somewhat dignified.
"How are you going to talk to Wonderful Word?"
"..."
In a word, it was like a cold wind blowing into this spring blooming courtyard, freezing the spring.
My smile was condensed at the corners of my lips.
Yeah, wonderful words.
I insisted on coming to him first, because I knew what I should do, but now the two of us have made it clear.
My only daughter, how can I get her to accept it all?