Chapter 786 Not a Good Princess
Xinbao finished the painting bit by bit, and compared it with the Sansheng Stone repeatedly. Only when he was sure it was correct did he put down his pen and start writing a letter to Emperor Mingpei.
Earthquake classification is a modern concept. Generally speaking, people will feel an earthquake of magnitude 2.5 or above; an earthquake of magnitude 6 or above is considered a strong earthquake and will cause some damage; an earthquake of magnitude 7 or above will almost completely collapse, especially since today's houses are not earthquake-resistant; and an earthquake of magnitude 8 will completely destroy everything.
So a magnitude 7.3 is already serious.
While Xinbao was writing, he would stop from time to time and pinch his wrist. Huashuang asked curiously, "Master, is there a mosquito?"
Xinbao waved his little hands: "Stop making noise!"
Hua Shuang had no choice but to step aside.
After waiting for a while, Yuan Shenjue and Hao Huashi came over. As soon as they came, they saw that under the candlelight, Xinbao's little white arms were covered with little fingernail marks.
Yuan Shenjue frowned: "Heart treasure?"
He took her hand and rubbed it: "Why are you pinching yourself?"
Xinbao was so sleepy that her eyes were filled with tears and she couldn't even open them: "Xinbao is not a good princess. She has no country in her heart. Even with such a serious matter, Xinbao is still sleepy."
Yuan Shenjue helplessly ordered, "Wash Xinbao's face with cold water."
Hua Shuang hurried to ask for water. Yuan Shenjue took a look at the desk. The words at the front were neat and tidy, but the words at the back were getting smaller and smaller, and crooked like a snake's tail. He must be really sleepy.
He took another piece of paper and copied it again from the beginning.
When the water was brought up, Xinbao dived directly into the basin, blowing bubbles while cooling his face.
It's true that after being in the cold for a while, he really felt a lot more energetic. Xinbao grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it randomly, saying, "Wife, are you done writing?"
As she asked, she came over to take a look, then continued writing. When she finished, she said, "There is another painting."
It was a scene of a cracked valley. Although there didn't seem to be any landmarks, Xinbao still directed his wife to draw this picture.
When the painting was finished, it was almost dawn. Xinbao was so sleepy that he fell asleep on his wife.
Yuan Shenjue hugged her, stood up and put her on the couch.
Hao Huashi asked someone to find another map, and first traced the circle on it. Then he gathered the remaining three pieces of paper together and handed them to the shadow guard to pass on.
Yuan Shenjue sat down and rewrote what was written in the letter.
After all this trouble, it was finally dawn. Yan Qingshan sent someone over to ask, and Yuan Shenjue was about to go over.
Hao Huashi said, "I'll go. I just entered a state of meditation for a while and I'm not sleepy anymore. You take a rest."
Yuan Shenjue nodded and handed the paper to him. He sat in front of the bed and took a nap. After the carriage was ready, he carried Xinbao on the road and then slept on a bench next to him.
Yan Qingshan was watching all this and asked, "What does Xinbao think?"
Hao Huashi said: "Master is fine, just a little sleepy, but he looks fine."
Yan Qingshan nodded, slightly absent-minded.
A long time ago, when Yan Shifan went to the border, he had thought about this question.
Liang Ruoxu described the natural disasters in such detail and reality not without considerations in this regard.
But no one expected that Xinbao could really do it.
If this matter does no harm to her, then this ability will be very, very useful to the country.
Yan Qingshan said: "Hua Shi, let Xuan Ji take her pulse. Take it now, and then take it again when she wakes up."
Hao Huashi agreed and went over to call someone.
Yuan Shenjue woke up after only an hour's sleep, but Xinbao slept until the afternoon. The carriage was shaking like a cradle, and Xinbao tossed and turned and couldn't wake up at all.
It was almost time for dinner, and Madam Lin went over to hug her. Xinbao was like a little dough ball. She would stay in the same position no matter how she hugged her. No matter how she moved her little arms and legs, she would still sleep soundly.
Mrs. Lin held her daughter in her arms and shook and screamed. She turned around more than ten times but her daughter still didn't wake up. She had no choice but to carry her out of the carriage.
Hua Shuang covered her with a thin blanket. As soon as she got off the carriage, a large flock of birds swooped over. No one dared to hurt the birds, so they could only chase them away with their hands. The chirping and scrambling of the birds finally woke Xinbao up.
A small hand pushed aside the blanket, revealing a small sea urchin and a pair of big eyes.
The little girl rubbed herself in the quilt for the whole day, her hair was like a mess of grass, and she looked confused, so cute.
Madam Lin held her in her arms and ran a few steps, kissing her forehead a few times, causing her head to tilt. "Mother?"
Madam Lin smiled and asked, "Are you awake?"
Xinbao was confused for a while, but finally found his way. He thought it was still morning, so he quickly asked, "Did you give the letter to Yeye?"
"Given it," Yuan Shenjue said, "It was sent this morning."
Xue Xuanji and the imperial physician came over to feel the patient's pulse again and found nothing wrong.
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After dinner, Xinbao regained her spirits. Mrs. Lin was afraid that she would not be able to sleep at night, so she took her to play ball in the house for a while. Xinbao was soaked in juice. After taking a bath, Hua Shuang wiped her hair. Yuan Shenjue took a painting and said, "Xinbao, check if there is anything wrong with it."
Because the matter has not been resolved yet, you can still see these when you look at it again.
Xinbao took the painting and compared it carefully, "Yes!"
Yuan Shenjue nodded and showed it to Yan Qingshan.
Xinbao was eating grapes while swinging her little feet. Madam Lin asked her, "How is Little Phoenix?"
Xinbao said, "I woke up a few days ago and ate something, but I'm still not energetic. I'm always sleeping, and I always tell me it's too noisy."
Mrs. Lin asked, "What's too noisy?"
Xinbao said, "Just before, Xinbao hatched a lot of chickens and ducks. There were too many of them, so it was very noisy."
Yuan Shenjue explained a few words on the side.
They stopped buying eggs after they arrived in Jiangnan, so all the chickens and ducks have now hatched. The ones that were hatched earlier have already grown very big, one as big as two of the others, which looks quite scary.
Yan Qingshan turned around and asked her, "How many are there?"
Xinbao said: "Too many to count."
Yuan Shenjue said: "There are about 20,000 chicken eggs and 4,000 duck eggs that have been delivered. Have they all hatched?"
Xinbao nodded: "There are less than a hundred bad guys."
Yuan Shenjue looked at Yan Qingshan. Yan Qingshan thought for a moment and then looked at the map on the table: "Xinbao, how much food do you have left?"
Xinbao skillfully "pushed away" the Sansheng Stone, looked inside the space, and then couldn't help but exclaimed.
Because the space is so big now, she doesn't look at it often, but now when she looks at it... it seems to have suddenly become much bigger, and it seems that her control has also improved.
It felt like she could only vaguely sense that there were rice fields inside before, but she didn't know where they were. But now, it was as if there was a map in her mind, and when she "looked" there, she knew what was there.
Why did it suddenly grow so big? And why did she seem to become a little stronger? When she was in the palace, people still sent plants and trees to her from time to time, but it was rare to see such a rare thing.
Especially since she had been on the road recently, she had no time to look for plants, but when she looked at the Three Lives Stone, it seemed that there were suddenly more than twenty kinds of plants, but there was no hint at all at the time.
Yan Ji couldn't explain why.
(End of this chapter)