Five days later, Xiao Yunying finally got to eat the dried apricots she bought from outside.
To avoid giving her any faults, Feng Yi bought every sour candied fruit and dried fruit in the entire city, buying from several shops that had the same product, and bringing back dozens of small jars.
Although Xiao Yunying hasn't taken any medicine these past few days, her body has almost fully recovered, which is quite troubling for her.
Since her illness wasn't serious, she thought she could use this opportunity to delay as long as possible. However, after the doctor said that she had recovered, pretending to be sick any longer would be an insult to Feng Yi's intelligence.
They still needed to maintain the facade of harmony between them; they couldn't let Feng Yi fool them, or she feared their relatively comfortable life would come to an end.
"Now that Yunying is out of danger, I wonder if she could discuss with me the method of making another weapon?"
Xiao Yunying knew she couldn't avoid this topic: "If I tell the Prince about this, will he let me go home?"
"Of course, I have no intention of imprisoning you, I only want this weapon. Once it is made, I will personally escort you home."
Xiao Yunying rolled her eyes at him in her mind. I don't believe you for a second.
Once you actually get your hands on the gunpowder, will you be willing to let me leave? You'll either force me to research other weapons, or simply kill me to silence me, to prevent the method of making this thing from being leaked.
"Your Highness, to be honest, the reason I forgot to say this is because I didn't take it seriously. As for why I didn't take it seriously, it's because it's just a thought in my head. I haven't put it into practice to try to make a finished product, so even I'm not sure if this thing can be made."
Feng Yi's gaze was deep: "You mean this is just an idea of yours, and it hasn't been put into practice yet?"
Xiao Yunying said frankly, "I'll say it again. If Your Highness has investigated me, you should know what has happened to me in the past few months. I haven't researched anything strange, and I don't have any secret base. I just go back and forth between my home and a few shops. It's impossible for me to lie about that."
"Does Yunying really think that the weapon you envisioned can be made?"
Xiao Yunying mentally gave him the middle finger. This person's address has gone from "Miss Xiao" to "Miss Yunying" and now to "Yunying". He's getting more and more shameless, now he's even calling himself by his own name.
"No one can guarantee success for something they haven't done before. I can only say that I will try my best, and I hope that Your Highness will keep your promise and let me go home after I finish it."
"Of course, I always keep my promises. However, I still don't know what kind of weapon you are talking about. Could you please give me a rough description?"
“Alright, then I’ll draw it for the prince.”
Feng Yi asked Bai Shao to bring him a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and Xiao Yunying drew a sketch of the earliest known musket according to her own ideas.
The topic of bombs cannot be discussed. However, with fireworks as a foundation, if she were to briefly explain the principles, skilled craftsmen could likely develop a solution.
Guns are different; their internal structure is more complex than that of bombs, and it's impossible to figure them out in a short time just by looking at blueprints without any clues.
She briefly explained the power of the gun to Feng Yi, and then she saw the light in his eyes, which she called ambition, grow stronger and stronger.
Oh no, she didn't want to mess things up. Now that she knew who wanted to capture her and their purpose, she should think of a way to escape.
No, if I just run away like this and anger him, what if he goes after my own family?
Or should we just find an opportunity to kill him?
He seems to be quite skilled in martial arts. Do I have that ability?
"Is this weapon you're talking about, called a gun, really that powerful?"
Xiao Yunying snapped out of her thoughts about how to get rid of him: "This is my idea, but I don't know if it's feasible."
"It's alright, go ahead and try. I'm confident that with your intelligence, you'll be able to do it."
"I'll try my best." Xiao Yunying packed up the drawings and deliberately muttered to herself, "I don't want to wait until the baby is born to go back. What if Luo Sheng has another woman and forgets about me?"
When Feng Yi heard her say this, he felt reassured.
Having expectations is what motivates her. No matter how intelligent she is, she is still a woman, so it's normal for her to worry about this.
Over the next few days, Xiao Yunying pretended to sit at the table drawing blueprints, occasionally using the excuse of needing to find ideas to go out for a stroll.
The seawater here is exceptionally clear, probably because it is unpolluted. When the sky is clear, it is as beautiful as the jelly-like sea I saw abroad in my previous life.
When she was done playing, she would go back and draw a few strokes. To fool people, the first drawing she showed Feng Yi was of the earliest kind of long spear. Then she improved it step by step, and finally drew it as a pistol.
Just looking at the blueprints makes it seem like there's been a lot of progress, but in reality, there's been no progress at all.
She only had blueprints; she had never studied the parts. She had only seen a little bit of information before, but she hadn't memorized any of it, let alone made the actual product.
To maintain her public image, she has been having Ying Yi come to her yard and kneel for a while every morning for the past few days.
At first, she had someone bring a chair and sit at the door to watch for a while, but she gave up after a short time.
She didn't have a sadistic mindset that could torment people, and Ying Yi had never hurt her. She couldn't stand seeing this person kneeling like that, and soon she started to feel restless. Then she made an excuse that the sun was too strong and she was dizzy, so she went inside.
Then he said he couldn't see him kneeling and told him to come inside and kneel.
Later on, he was made to kneel in front of his table and help grind ink, etc.
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