After returning to the capital, Mo Chenyu was summoned by Yinzhen. To be honest, Mo Chenyu was a little surprised, since he was supposed to be working under Tong Cheng'er.
Tong Cheng'er and Yinzhen are husband and wife, and there's no way to get past them.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
"Mr. Mo, you're too kind. I called you here today because I need your help with something."
Mo Chenyu: "Your Highness, please ask. As long as it is within my power, I will do my utmost."
He will not forget how his peaceful life came about; gratitude is the mark of a gentleman.
Even if Yinzhen said he wanted to take his life, as long as he was given a sufficient explanation, Mo Chenyu might not resist.
Yinzhen still trusted Mo Chenyu, not because he trusted Mo Chenyu's character, but because he trusted his situation. The honor and disgrace of the entire Mo family rested on his shoulders, and he believed that Mo Chenyu would not do anything foolish.
"Take a look at this drawing. There are some urgent problems on it. What do you think we should do to solve them?"
Mo Chenyu took the blueprints and was somewhat bewildered after looking at them. The blueprints weren't entirely unfamiliar to him; they were blueprints for a musket. However, the blueprints looked quite different from the ones he had seen before, suggesting that they had been improved.
He examined the details carefully and could only say that the designer had put in a great deal of effort. The musket was exquisitely designed, but there were indeed some problems, which Mo Chenyu found very interesting.
Modern people often say that no man can resist the temptation of a gun. Although Mo Chenyu is physically disabled, his fighting spirit remains, and he cannot resist a weapon like a musket.
As a man, he has a passion for adventure; as a "designer," he saw the blueprints and fell in love with them instantly.
Mo Chenyu's breathing became heavy by the end, which excited him greatly.
Yinzhen was quite surprised. He knew Mo Chenyu fairly well; he was a very aloof person who rarely smiled and even less so showed his emotions.
Sometimes he felt that Mo Chenyu was like a perfect tool without any emotions. He only needed to give orders, and he would do his best to complete the assignments. Most of the time, he could complete these orders well, and only a very few made him feel a little troubled.
Mo Chenyu reluctantly put down the blueprints after he had looked at them for a while.
Yinzhen spoke up: "How is it?"
Mo Chenyu said excitedly, "I have that idea, but it will take time."
Time will tell. The firearms we have now are actually quite good. Yinzhen is a perfectionist, which is why he brought them to Mo Chenyu for his opinion. It's good that he has some ideas; this can't be rushed.
"Alright, you can't take the blueprints back. Write down what you need to remember. This matter must not be leaked. Do you understand?"
Mo Chenyu naturally understood.
Mo Chenyu understood perfectly well what a musket meant. The country strictly controlled even the iron mines used to manufacture bows, arrows, swords, and spears. If someone was caught researching a weapon as powerful as a musket in private, they would lose their head.
But Mo Chenyu couldn't care less about that now. If it weren't for the Prince Yong's mansion as his backer, he might not even have his head left.
Furthermore, Mo Chenyu is skilled in and fond of ingenious and unconventional techniques. Strictly speaking, firearms are also a kind of ingenious and unconventional technique. Mo Chenyu does not reject studying them, and even thinks about studying firearms, feeling a surge of passion in his heart.
A unique kind of romance belonging to Mo Chenyu.
Even after breaking his leg, Mo Chenyu was still able to do many things. Tong Cheng'er made the most of him. Mo Chenyu was talented, and she was generous in giving him opportunities to showcase his talents. Mo Chenyu was grateful. The musket was different from the others, and Mo Chenyu liked it very much.
Every genius probably has a madman living inside him, and Mo Chenyu was no exception.
Mo Chenyu's eyes were filled with fervor as he looked at the blueprints.
Yinzhen was very satisfied with Mo Chenyu's attitude and the enthusiasm he showed. He liked him and he was talented. Wasn't this the kind of person Yinzhen wanted?
"When you leave later, take someone with you. What you're doing is unusual. Even if the blueprints are discovered, no one will notice anything. But it's still better to be careful. Having a quick-witted person can protect you."
Mo Chenyu understood Yinzhen's meaning: the protection was genuine, but it also carried the implication of surveillance.
He didn't mind, so he didn't mind the people Yinzhen gave him either.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Yinzhen smiled and said, "I'll leave the rest to you."
"Your Highness is too kind. It's all what I should do."
When Mo Chenyu came out of Prince Yong's mansion, his face had calmed down, but he was still excited. A musket, such a thing, if it weren't for Prince Yong, he probably would never have had the chance to even touch it in his life.
Back at Qiqiao Academy, Mo Chenyu asked the person sent by Yinzhen, "What's your name?"
"This servant has no name; please bestow one upon me, young master."
Mo Chenyu asked again, "What's your surname?"
The man replied again, "I have no surname."
Mo Chenyu didn't ask any further questions; to do so would be to reopen old wounds.
"From now on, your name will be Mo Han! If you don't understand anything, just ask Mo Ting, and he will tell you."
"Mo Han thanks you for bestowing this name upon me, young master."
"Alright, I'm not busy here for now. You can settle in with Mo Ting first."
"Yes, young master."
Mo Ting didn't mind having another person come along. He was broad-minded, and the young master was a kind-hearted person. He lived a peaceful life by the young master's side and had no intention of competing for favor.
Moreover, Mo Ting knew that Mo Han had come to protect the young master's safety, although he didn't quite understand what kind of danger the young master could be in.
...
A few months later, it was Chinese New Year.
As always, New Year's Eve was lively and bustling, but inevitably some people caused some "trouble," though they were mostly nothing serious.
Overall, the Qing Dynasty enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests, with good tax revenues and additional income, resulting in a full treasury. Emperor Kangxi was pleased, but two things weighed on his mind, causing him great distress.
The first matter concerns the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince has become increasingly decadent. When Emperor Kangxi met the Crown Prince on New Year's Eve, he could not see any of the demeanor of a crown prince. After all, he was the son whom Emperor Kangxi had doted on for so many years. Although Emperor Kangxi felt that the Crown Prince was not suitable for the throne, he did not want him to become decadent and degenerate.
As for the second matter, it concerns Yinzhen and Tong Cheng'er. He has been keeping a close eye on Tong Cheng'er's pregnancy! Yinzhen performed his duties well this year, earning Kangxi's praise. He completed them flawlessly, demonstrating discipline and meticulous attention to detail, revealing his exceptional abilities.
Kangxi was satisfied with Yinzhen as his successor, but Yinzhen only had one son, which was still too few. Hongzhao was healthy and lively at the time, but who could say what would happen in the future? Kangxi had children who died young at various ages, and he dared not take any risks.
Therefore, one Hongzhao is not enough.
After New Year's Eve, the eldest prince returned to his residence and couldn't help but lock himself in his study to sulk. He couldn't understand why, even though the crown prince was like that, his father, the emperor, hadn't given up on him and was full of concern in his words.
Furthermore, Yinzhen, who was several years younger than him, also received praise.
As the eldest son, he had nothing, which infuriated him.
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