The Devil King of Fast Wear was a Little Sweet

Chapter 71 Hate after scrapping (18)

Doctor Zuo's body slipped softly from the pillar.

Doctor Chen Zuo, who died in the chapel, died on the court.

The atmosphere of silence spread on the chapel and stood up from the throne. The young emperor stared at the dead body of the old man, his brows tightened, but his expression was very quiet.

"It's up to you!"

This can't shake people's lives, so that the courtiers are cold all over, and they have a deep fear of Yin Tingyan.

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When the news reached Fengqi Palace, Xia Ling was studying.

——Hand-cranked fan.

Use memory to draw rough drawings for the royal craftsman of the court.

Five thin iron-cast fan blades were shot, and the fan blades controlled the center with thin iron pillars. Finally, iron was used to cast several gears of various sizes.

The gears are connected to each other and are finally controlled by a crank-well handle.

When the maiden shook her handle, a steady stream of wind blew out of the fan blades. Although the style was simple and heavy, the victory was labor-saving. Originally, four maidens exchanged the fans.

With this hand-cranked fan, a palace girl can do it.

Xia Ling asked the craftsman to add thin strips of wood and pudding to the fan as protection.

The final product is a half-man tall, wooden bar and green halter, huge like a grandmother of a wolf, wrapped in the strange shape of the iron fan leaves.

Looking at this ugly and rude fan, Xia Ling frowned slightly, thinking about how to improve ...

Here, Yin Tingyan retreated and returned.

When he first arrived at the gate of Fengqi Palace, he saw that Fengqi Palace is extremely lively today.

The palace maids and eunuchs surrounded the gate of the palace three levels inside and outside.

"Your Majesty is here!" The **** beside him sang.

"Participate in Your Majesty." The palace people hoeed neatly.

And Yin Tingyan looked into Fengqi Palace. The woman in a red skirt was working with a few craftsmen around a strange thing.

"Retreat." Yin Tingyan stepped into Fengqi Palace.

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In Fengqi Palace, all slaves are not allowed to enter except for the call.

Yin Tingyan came to Xia Ling, and Xia Ling looked at him with a happy expression.

"Sir, look, this is a fan!"

Yin Tingyan looked at this ugly thing, and raised his eyebrows.

"What's the use?"

"Fan, of course it's a hair blower!" Xia Ling said, and gestured to the maid at the side.

The palace girl immediately shook her hands, and the fan blades quickly turned, and a few winds blew from the fan.

Although the wind is also hot, it is obviously more labor-saving, and only one maiden can do it.

"Very good!" Yin Tingyan admired in her eyes, looking at Xia Ling, "Is this also what you use in your family?"

"Ah ... forget it, right." Xia Ling coughed lightly.

Yin Tingyan: "Sometimes I think that your Miaoyu family is really amazing. Not only can you cultivate your personality, but also so many weird things, I want to follow you back to the southwest and learn something. . "

Xia Ling thought for a while, revealing the embarrassment: "Your Majesty, the Miao Yu family never allows outsiders to enter, is isolated from the world, and there is a poisonous march outside, even if your Majesty, I cannot bring people in."

After looking at her quietly, for a long time, Yin Tingyan said: "Forget it, there are already many surprises with the queen, and I can't be too greedy."

It's rare that Yin Tingyan will praise her, and it feels wrong to listen to Xia Ling. Sure enough, she saw the exhaustion of the man in silence.

(End of this chapter)