When the family of three arrived at the shooting range, they saw a lively scene. The Mohist disciples were discussing fiercely, their faces flushed and their saliva flying.
Seeing that they were engrossed in their conversation and hadn't noticed His Majesty's arrival at all, the steward who was leading the way froze in his tracks and was about to step forward to remind them.
However, Zhao Gao, who was accompanying him, was obviously more clever. He dutifully and responsibly reported loudly.
"His Majesty has arrived! The Queen has arrived! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"
“?!!”
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Crown Prince!"
"Your Majesty..."
The sharp shouting instantly woke Mo Ju and the others up. They only had time to catch a glimpse of the edge of the black and gold clothes before they hurriedly saluted in unison.
Facing the hero who developed the musket, Ying Zheng would not make things difficult for them. His cold and majestic face softened a little, and he nodded slightly to signal them to stand up.
Although Mo Ju served as the Minister of Gunpowder, he did not learn to flatter, but went straight to the point in a very straightforward manner.
"Your Majesty, this is the musket."
Ying Zheng took the musket and felt the cold and smooth touch. He frowned and lowered his eyes to examine it carefully.
The entire body of the musket is made of metal, with a slender barrel at the front end with a raised device on it, a curved hand rest at the rear end, and holes at the bottom for accommodating fingers.
It looked like an exquisite little toy, not a dangerous weapon like a bow and arrow, but Ying Zheng's phoenix eyes were full of brilliance.
Chu Yuening was also looking at the musket from the side. To be honest, this was the first time she had seen a gun in person, and the excitement and curiosity on her face were difficult to conceal.
Not to mention Ying Zhao, who was extremely curious. His neck was sore from looking up, and he couldn't help but want to hug his father's calf and act coquettishly before he could see the full picture of the musket.
However, his father's instructions before leaving suddenly came to his mind. His brows were twisted into a ball, but he finally maintained the demeanor of a prince, with a stern face and a straight face.
"Your Majesty, would you like to try it?"
"Well, let's try it."
Mo Ju stepped forward respectfully and explained in detail how to use it. He stepped aside only after His Majesty nodded to show that he understood.
The group came to the target and stood a hundred meters away. Ying Zheng did not rush to test it, but gave gentle instructions to his eager young wife.
"Yuening, stand further away from Zhaozhao later."
"Yeah, then A Zheng, be careful."
Chu Yuening picked up the baby and stepped back a few meters, a trace of worry flashing across her beautiful eyes.
Even though I know that Mo Ju and others have tested the safety, I am still worried that my lover will hurt himself.
Ying Zheng stood in front of the target with a calm expression. He raised the rifle with one hand, and his black eyes aimed at the center of the bull's eye through the crosshairs. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk locking onto its prey.
"Bang!"
The lead bullet flew out rapidly, wrapped in gray-white smoke, and accurately passed through the center of the bull's eye in an instant, leaving a black trajectory.
In the past, even a strong bow would have difficulty shooting into a target, but now it was pierced by a slender and small iron tube. Zhao Gao and his attendants were all stunned.
The powerful recoil made Ying Zheng's palm numb, but his mind was completely attracted by the damage caused by the musket.
Such terrifying lethality completely crushes any kind of cold weapon.
In an instant, Ying Zheng's stern face was filled with excitement, his dark pupils were as bright as stars, and he laughed out loud.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"Mo Qing is truly a genius! With this divine weapon, our Qin cavalry will be invincible and unstoppable!"
"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty! However, I dare not take credit for it. The musket was developed by me and the other Mohist disciples."
Mo Ju's humble attitude made Ying Zheng admire him even more. Which monarch would not like a minister who has outstanding talents but is not arrogant?
He patted Mo Ju's shoulder, then looked around at the other Mo disciples. His majestic phoenix eyes revealed a hint of gentleness, and his voice was low and solemn.
"You are all pillars of the Great Qin. Developing the musket is truly a great achievement. I will not hesitate to reward you with high positions and generous salaries!"
"However, I hope you will continue to work hard, delve into innovation, and develop even more powerful muskets."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. We will definitely live up to your trust!"
The Mohist disciples were very excited by His Majesty's appreciation. They all responded loudly, and their young faces were full of the enthusiasm of "a scholar will die for his friend".
Chu Yuening stared at the passionate scene in a daze, and was once again shocked by the Feng Feiyun meeting between the monarch and his ministers.
In fact, the purpose of most schools of thought in engaging with the world is extremely pure.
It is not for power or wealth, but simply for the idea to be valued by the king and benefit the people of the world.
There was no meaningless suspicion or bloody and cruel political struggle between the monarch and his subjects. Instead, each of them performed their duties and worked hard to jointly create a prosperous era.
The reason why the Qin Dynasty had such a harmonious situation was not only because of the loyalty of its ministers to the country, but also because of the king's broad mind and unparalleled personal charm.
She stared at the emperor's high-spirited back for a long time, her eyes bright and crystal clear, as clear and quiet as autumn water, reflecting the brilliant sun.
After everyone calmed down, Ying Zheng reloaded the musket and handed it to his long-awaited young wife.
"Yuening, give it a try."
"Remember to hold on to the butt of your gun firmly. Don't be afraid. I will be with you."
"Okay, thank you A Zheng~"
Ying Zheng never concealed his preference for Chu Yuening and would consider even the smallest details for her.
But he did not regard her as a weak vassal, but as a partner who walked side by side with him.
He was like a strong and steady guide, patiently guiding her step by step, gradually blooming her true beauty.
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