Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 803 Don't overwork

Lu Liang shook his head slightly, "This is very easy to do. I can summon the palace staff to help it in a while." After a pause, "How much do you want?"

Long Yang pondered, "Let's make a hundred for now."

"Yes." Lu Liang readily accepted, thinking of something, and suggesting, "The emperor, if our army wears this mask, then we use medicine **** on a large scale, so we don't have to worry that our army will be affected."

Long Yang's heart moved, "You mean, you want to use the medicine ball on the battlefield?"

Lu Liang nodded slightly, but after thinking about it, he hesitated and asked, "Is it all right?"

Long Yang knew what she was worried about, and said jokingly: "On the battlefield, the soldiers are not tired of deceit. Whoever can grasp the first opportunity to control the enemy can win. Moreover, the medicine **** you develop can also reduce unnecessary casualties. Getting up is a good thing."

Lu Liang was slightly moved when he heard the words, "Then you agree to use my pepper medicine ball on the battlefield?"

Long Yang nodded and held her shoulders, "In this way, the war may end early, and your father and brother can return to Beijing early."

Lu Liang's gaze was bright, "My lord, I don't want to sleep anymore. I will arrange things now, hoping to make the medicine ball and mask as soon as possible."

Long Marting is a little scrupulous, "But in this way, the number of masks you mentioned will increase relatively. Are you sure you can do it? You are pregnant now, so don't overwork."

He has tried the power of the medicine ball. Once it explodes, it will spread quickly in an open place. If it is dropped on the battlefield, when it hits the enemy, his side will be affected, unless his sergeant wears it. Weiwei said this mask.

But in this way, this mask needs a large number.

Lu Liang regained his sanity a little, knowing that he was worried about himself, so he calmed down: "I know, I will do what I can. How much can I do?"

Long Yang stroked her hair and said warmly, "Well, don't force yourself in everything."

Lu Liangwei confidently said: "Don't worry, it's actually very simple to make this mask. There is no shortage of manpower in the left and right palaces. I will gather them in a while and I will definitely be able to make them soon."

Long Yang still felt uneasy, "Those things can be left to the people underneath, you must not tire yourself."

"I know."

"I still have to take a rest in a while." Long Yang exhorted.

Lu Liangwei actually didn't want to waste time, besides, she was drowsy now, but she couldn't hold back the emperor, so she agreed, "Then I will sleep for a while."

Long Yang had nothing to say.

After Lu Liang showed him the pills, he returned to the bedroom.

Long Yang took a nap with her, and went to the Imperial Study Room if he had something to arrange.

Lu Liangwei asked Zhuyu to summon the needlework maids to Fengyi Palace.

The mask she made by herself is naturally not comparable to modern medical masks, but at least it can provide a certain degree of protection. It can isolate the smell of smoke, which is enough.

And when Lu Liangwei was in the palace urging the palace people to make masks, Long Chi had already arrived in Xuyang.

Xuyang is the most barren land in Dashang. Although the imperial court will allocate money to help the people here every year, it can only prevent the people from starving to death.

Because here, mostly swamp land, it is difficult to harvest.

Every official who comes here to take office will not be able to stay long, and will find a way to transfer away.

Long Chi stepped into Xuyang's city gate and was startled by the depression here.

(End of this chapter)