The wind flute sounds, the jade pot shines, and fish and dragons dance all night.
The emperor, looking down upon the world, stood on a high platform, lowered his eyes to look at the mixed lights, holding a wine glass and drinking it all in one gulp.
The slightly sad sound of the flute blew into the emperor's heart, arousing his thoughts and making his face look gloomy.
1002 has always been here, sitting opposite the emperor.
A single leaf can tell the coming of autumn. When the resourceful emperor learned the truth, he indulged himself in decadent music for more than a month.
1002, who used to be impatient and became a weakling when seeing Emperor Mingxi, showed amazing patience this time.
Some of his words were extremely vague.
The emperor guessed most of it.
If the mechanical life does not delete its memory by itself, all the memories will be recalled with extreme clarity when it thinks.
1002 remembered again, and he picked out some odds and ends to tell his elder brother.
The eldest brother's face showed understanding and enlightenment.
In the silent atmosphere, the little gadget that the emperor had painstakingly hidden fell from his sleeve.
But he didn't react at all.
When 1002 picked up the rough blank and handed it to His Majesty, he smiled bitterly and said, "In this case, I am truly a sinner!"
At that time, 1002's mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but also wanting to record, when he suddenly saw his own shadow in the emperor.
When the main system told him everything, didn't he behave even more ridiculously than his elder brother?
You know, he is a machine, a machine without flesh and blood.
It is incredible that His Majesty, a mortal, had his faith not collapsed after being suddenly crammed with so much knowledge.
Seeing his elder brother drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he simply changed the subject: "On the way back, Tong heard the fat boy whimpering."
Funny enough, he came back faster for this.
But more than a month had passed, and 1002 was hiding in the Purple Palace with the emperor, not daring to go back.
It was only at this point that the conversation started about the fat kid in order to change the subject.
The strong liquor in his mouth burned his abdomen, and the noble emperor casually touched the cup with his fingertips.
"Whining?"
He seemed confused, as if he didn't understand what whining meant.
1002 walked casually to the right rear of the emperor and looked at the lanterns below with great interest.
"The ability of higher-dimensional beings, with their intense mental fluctuations, can bring empathy to the lower-dimensional world."
The emperor glanced at him sideways and saw that he was shaking his legs and whistling, looking very relaxed.
He said coldly: "You have a few extra eyes."
1002, who was pretending to be nonchalant, was horrified and groped his face: "Ah, big brother, can you take a look at me now? I have to go see Fatty today, I'm scared!"
Emperor Mingxi narrowed his eyes mockingly: "If you care so much, don't pretend in front of me."
1002's throat stagnated, and he stopped beating himself, muttering, "You still accuse me of pretending. It's not because the kid ignored you that you're hiding here drinking—"
The cold and sharp gaze was like a knife, and even a person with a body of steel like 1002 could not ignore it.
He closed his mouth and thought to himself, I can't afford to play with you, you can only stab me.
The autumn wind was bleak. I didn't know how long it had passed before I heard the inorganic voice of 1002: "Brother, you must cherish..."
The remaining words may have dissipated in the wind, or may have remained in the heart.
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Unlike the emperor who was doing nothing but admiring the lights and listening to the music, the little fat boy was very busy.
There is no one in the world who is busier than him.
Last time he destroyed the Buddha and destroyed the furnace, but by chance, he opened the chapter of memory.
The loud explosion and the frost condensed in the corner of the wall made the little fat boy see the prototype of gunpowder and the method to deal with the dwindling ice reserves.
My mind was in a mess, as if there were millions of buzzing bees.
The constant teachings of the emperor, 1002's unremitting efforts, and the excellent physical fitness of the little fat boy made him make a prompt decision.
If those deceitful monks were left behind, they would be spared the death penalty but not the punishment of life.
Since you are suspected of aiding and abetting the tyrant, you might as well go and mine for me.
Instead of allowing these monks and alchemists to continue to go out and cheat people, it would be better to bring them back to Dazhao.
They all saw the explosion and heard him blurt out in astonishment: "Gunpowder, saltpeter makes ice."
These people are not stupid. The spread of his father and Ding Ding has made his name as a little god well-known among the people. It is hard to guarantee that these people will not notice something.
What the little prince didn't expect was that after he changed his mind and left these people behind, they were not afraid at all.
There was also an emotion that arose in his heart that even the little fat boy couldn't understand.
Just, a little happy, a little incredulous, and a little proud?
The fat baby didn't want to add unnecessary trouble to himself, so he didn't think about it. After all, he was the little emperor, and there were some things that others should do for him.
After these people were sent to dig saltpeter, the results were gratifying. Each of them seemed to have endless energy and transported tons of saltpeter to the palace.
During this month, the little fat boy went to court diligently and reviewed memorials.
In his spare time, he would pull Master He, He Yu and others to make ice and gunpowder.
Memory did not provide him with the most convenient and concise technology, but only gave him an empty concept.
Even the little fat boy doesn't quite understand the principle.
What you learn from books is always superficial. You must practice it yourself to truly understand it.
No matter how much knowledge he has, it will be useless if he cannot connect the pieces together.
The little fat boy is so busy, but he still takes time out to send some toys to His Majesty to cheer him up.
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