Chapter 323 Entering the Eastern Palace
A loud bang, and it suddenly exploded!
The sound was much louder and more muffled than that of ordinary firecrackers.
With a loud bang, a wisp of smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, carrying a strong smell of gunpowder.
Fu'er was startled and instinctively covered her ears.
But her eyes remained fixed on the distant target, unblinking.
All eyes were on the target.
Thirty paces away.
Right in the center of the target, on the red bullseye, there was a hole the size of a fist!
Stone chips were flying everywhere on the wall behind the target.
The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
Several servants who rushed over upon hearing the noise turned pale with fright and their legs went weak.
Zhou Congxian's pupils trembled.
He had long heard of the power of the Shenji Battalion's muskets and cannons, but had never witnessed it.
As a general of the Great Sheng Dynasty, he knew better than anyone what the appearance of this weapon meant.
It will change the entire battlefield landscape.
"Wow--!"
Fu'er's exclamation broke the silence.
She lowered her small hands from her ears, her face full of disbelief.
"Brother Xiao Lin, you're amazing!"
Her eyes seemed to be filled with starlight as she looked at Xiao Lin.
Like the brightest star, it instantly illuminated Xiao Lin's entire world.
Xiao Lin suddenly felt a little shy.
"It's...it's alright."
The boy scratched his head, a little shy but also a little smug.
"How did they make this?"
Fu'er ran to his side, stood on tiptoe, and looked curiously at the musket that was still emitting blue smoke.
"Why can it shoot so far and so loudly? How can that tiny iron ball have so much power?"
Like a curious child, she bombarded him with a series of questions.
Xiao Lin was taken aback by her question, then laughed.
He patiently squatted down and began to explain to her.
"This is called gunpowder. It's a mixture of saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal. Once ignited, it instantly generates tremendous force, propelling the bullet out of the barrel..."
"Look here, I designed a new rifling pattern that makes the projectile spin as it flies out, making it more stable and accurate..."
One of them spoke earnestly, while the other listened attentively.
The sunlight shone on them, giving them a golden glow.
The scene was so beautiful, like a painting.
Zhou Congxian's expression grew increasingly grim.
He looked at his daughter with a sparkling gaze he had never seen before, and then at another man.
He watched her, circling the man, asking him all sorts of questions, their relationship intimate.
A strange sense of irritability and...bitterness arose wildly from the bottom of my heart.
It's like a jar of aged vinegar that's been spilled.
A sour smell filled the air.
When has his daughter ever shown such an admiring look to her father, who is the best in the world at martial arts?
She would only cling to his arm and act coquettishly, only ask him to lift her up high, and only ask him to tell her stories.
But she never asked him why his marksmanship was so accurate.
Why is his swordsmanship so fast?
Meng Shilan stood to the side, taking in all the changes in her husband's expression.
She looked at his taut jawline, his face so dark it seemed to drip water, and his eyes that almost seemed to spit fire.
She couldn't resist gently nudging him with her elbow.
"What's wrong?"
She asked the question knowing the answer already, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Our General Zhou, is he... jealous?"
Zhou Congxian's body suddenly stiffened.
He turned his head and met his wife's smiling eyes; his ears, uncontrollably, quietly turned red.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
He stubbornly retorted.
"I just... feel that this thing is too dangerous and should not be allowed to come into contact with Fu'er."
He spoke with righteous indignation.
But his shifty gaze betrayed his true thoughts.
Meng Shilan's smile deepened.
"Yeah?"
She deliberately dragged out her words.
"I think Fu'er likes her quite a bit."
Zhou Congxian followed her gaze.
Fu'er was looking up at Xiao Lin with her little face upturned and her eyes full of stars.
"Brother Xiao Lin, can you make something even more fun?"
"certainly!"
Xiao Lin patted his chest and assured him.
"I promised you I'd make you the biggest kite, I'll bring it to you next time!"
"Okay, okay!"
Fu'er clapped her hands and jumped for joy.
Zhou Congxian's fist hardened.
kites?
A trivial skill!
He took a deep breath and strode over.
He scooped Fu'er up from the ground and held her tightly in his arms.
The action carried an undeniable air of authority.
"Fu'er!"
His voice was calm and authoritative.
"You've had enough fun, it's time to go practice your calligraphy with Daddy."
Fu'er was having a great time when she was suddenly interrupted, and she immediately pouted in dissatisfaction.
"But Father, I want to ask a few more questions."
Zhou Congxian's gaze swept towards Xiao Lin, who was standing to the side.
"Seventh Prince."
He said calmly, "Thank you for bringing such a 'surprise' to my daughter today."
He emphasized the word "surprise".
"It's getting late, Your Highness, please return."
This is a blatant order to leave.
Even if Xiao Lin was slow to realize it, he could still sense this powerful hostility.
He was somewhat puzzled, but he still stood up and bowed.
“Yes, then… alright, I still need to go to the palace to show my brother the Emperor.”
He glanced at Fu'er, who was being held in Zhou Congxian's arms.
"Fu'er, I'll come to see you again next time."
"Don't come!"
Zhou Congxian refused without even thinking.
Xiao Lin, "??"
Zhou Congxian ignored Xiao Lin, picked her up, and turned to leave.
That figure, no matter how you look at it, exudes a sense of disheveled panic as it flees in disarray.
Meng Shilan shook her head helplessly.
She walked up to Xiao Lin and smiled apologetically.
"General Zhou's actions were unintentional, Your Highness, please do not take them to heart."
Xiao Lin laughed and said, "Aunt Meng, Fu'er and I are friends. General Zhou is Fu'er's father. Friends don't hold grudges!"
Meng Shilan said, "I'll see Your Highness off."
Her gaze fell on the weapon called a musket, her eyes deep and thoughtful.
The Seventh Prince is intelligent, but His Majesty has no heir.
Although there were no rumors circulating, she could guess that His Majesty's health was probably not good...
In that case, it seems that the Seventh Prince, Xiao Lin, is...
Meng Shilan dared not think about it anymore.
The child is still young and doesn't understand anything.
But what if Xiao Lin really takes over the Eastern Palace?
A royal decree ordered Fu'er to enter the palace to accompany him; who could disobey the decree?
Are we just going to watch Fu'er spend the rest of her life in the vast world?
Xiao Lin left with his wooden box.
As Meng Shilan watched his departing figure, the smile on her lips slowly turned serious.
It seems that the waters of the capital are about to be stirred up again.
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