Horse riding is a truly enjoyable activity.
At least Jingrou enjoyed it.
When Jingrou got tired of riding horses in the afternoon, her maternal grandfather took her to have a meal. In addition to the horse farm and martial arts training area, there was also a special estate. The estate was staffed by servants supported by Prince An, and occasionally it would receive some outsiders or other people who came to dine.
My maternal grandfather had just brought Jingrou over when someone came to report the news to him, and he was hurriedly summoned away.
"Zhuzhu, stay here with your brothers for your meal. Grandfather will definitely come to pick you up on time, okay?"
Jingrou nodded obediently, watching her grandfather leave. She had a guess in her mind: was it someone arranged by the system? How could her grandfather have been alerted in such a short time?
Jingrou was a little surprised. Could it be that she had already realized how valuable that blueprint was, which was why she had managed to alert her grandfather?
"Brother?" Jingrou looked at Qi Jia.
Qi Jia pulled his cousin into his arms, instructed people to continue preparing the meal, comforted Jing Rou for a while, then frowned and stared blankly at the door where no one was.
Since Mafa had already made up his mind to accompany them to the manor for horseback riding, he would definitely have taken care of other matters. No one knew better than him how much Jingrou meant to Mafa, so how could he suddenly be called away by something? Just how important could it be?
Qi Jia had no way of knowing.
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The situation is indeed somewhat tricky.
The mysterious blueprint was received by Ma Jia, a trusted subordinate of Prince An.
He served Prince An for over 20 years, sharing life and death with him. He was a true confidant and the most loyal.
After Prince An gradually retired, he also began to live a leisurely life on his estate. Thanks to the treatment he had received from fighting on the battlefield in previous years, he lived a very comfortable life.
However, he was a restless person who liked to tinker with strange and unusual things. Back in the military, he was Prince An's strategist. In fact, the weapons used by Prince An's famous army were all improved by him.
"Your Highness! Do you know what I have discovered!" Maga's voice was a little hoarse, and his legs trembled. He had been injured on the battlefield in his early years, and his legs were still somewhat inconvenient.
Before Prince An could speak, he moved closer to him, holding a blueprint in his hand. His eyes were filled with fervor as he eagerly recounted the extraordinary adventures that had taken place that day.
Prince An was already used to his personality; when he encountered something that interested him, he didn't care about etiquette.
Since retiring from the army, Maga rarely sought him out. Prince An knew his character; unless it was something extremely important, he wouldn't easily bother him.
He suddenly came to my door in high spirits today, so it must be something very important, which is why Prince An came.
He leaned closer to look at the blueprints. "Your Highness, if this part is modified like this in our space... and here too, sigh! Why didn't I think of such a crucial thing!" Ma Jia said, occasionally slapping his head as if regretting not thinking of it sooner.
They've all been in the military for decades, dealing with weapons for just a quick glance, and they can tell just how valuable this blueprint is.
Prince An's eyes grew brighter as he looked at the blueprints.
But he frowned. "Where did you get this?"
Maga felt as if he'd been doused with water; his previously frenzied mind instantly cleared, and he realized something was amiss. He frowned before speaking, "This matter is very strange. I gave alms to a beggar, who slipped the blueprints into my arms, and when I turned around again, the beggar had vanished without a trace..."
Maga knew this was very strange, but he looked at the things in his hand with some doubt and was only concerned with finding Prince An. He didn't care where the blueprint came from.
So Maga then told Prince An about the origin of the blueprints.
The sudden appearance of the beggar and the mysterious, highly valuable blueprints seemed rather odd.
"Go and contact them... first check if these blueprints are feasible..."
Maga accepted the order and left.
Prince An closed his eyes. Having dealt with weapons for decades, after only looking at the blueprints a few times, he had already begun to imagine in his mind just how powerful such a thing would be if it were made.
Moreover, even a cursory glance reveals that this can offer some alternative ideas or inspiration for the modernization of weapons in the Qing Dynasty.
From this point of view alone, it is already of great significance, let alone a magical weapon.
No one understood better than him how much a weapon could play on the battlefield.
When the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, it was slow to conquer the Ming Dynasty, wasn't that because of the Ming Dynasty's red-coated cannons?
One of the biggest reasons why the stalemate with the Dzungars has lasted for so many years is the superior quality of the Dzungars' warhorses.
He twirled the ring on his finger, a small gesture he always made when faced with a major event that troubled his mind or when making an important decision.
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