Shangguan Ruoli didn't realize it, because he cared more and more about Dongming Ziyu, gradually giving up some of his modern ideas, and taking his feelings into consideration in everything.

I went back to the house, took out the bicycle diagram I had drawn in my free time, and drew a piston device.

Afraid that Murong Fenghe would not understand the purpose, he also drew a drawing of a water press and wrote down the principles clearly.

Murong Fenghe is a professional, tell him the principles and he will be able to draw inferences.

Handing the drawing to Zhuyue, "You go and send it to the front and hand it over to Murong Fenghe."

"Yes!" Zhuyue responded seriously, took the drawing, and disappeared in a flash.

The corners of Shangguan Ruoli's lips twitched. His hard expression and resolute demeanor were exactly like the style of a secret guard. How did he look like a maid?

Just get used to it slowly, stay with Sassoon and the others, and live a normal girl's life.

Think about it, after this year, we are already sixteen every month, and it’s time to find a partner. If you don’t get married after eighteen, you will be an old girl.

Murong Fenghe, who was in the living room in the front yard, saw a flash of disappointment in Chuyue's eyes when he saw someone bringing the drawings to Zhuyue. He gave Zhuyue a silver ingot, sighed slightly, and then opened the drawings.

When Murong Feng saw what was on the drawing clearly, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the drawing carefully.

After looking at it for a while, he sighed again and said to the housekeeper: "There is something I don't understand. Can I ask the princess to see it?"

The housekeeper said with a smile: "Murong Family Master, today is twenty-nine. My princess is very busy as the head mistress of the palace. It is better to wait until after the New Year. Maybe you will find more problems by then."

Murong Fenghe's face darkened, "Are you despising my wisdom? Maybe I will understand these issues by then."

The housekeeper smiled hurriedly and said: "Yes, yes, wouldn't it be better if you understand? You don't need to ask my princess for advice."

Murong Fenghe's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, saying: "Tell your prince to get that sand table ready as soon as possible. I will go back to Nanyun after the Chinese New Year."

He was really a master and a slave, and the butler of Prince Xuan's Mansion was so annoying. He put the drawings away carefully, got up and walked out.

"Yes! Yes!" The butler smiled and saw Murong Feng off from behind.

When Dongming Ziyu came back in the afternoon and heard about this, he couldn't help showing a big smile. The little princess knew how to avoid men. This was a good sign.

After the New Year, the sand table of Peach Blossom Island has also been made. When Murong Fenghe is invited to study the formation, it will give him a chance to ask Li'er for advice.

I am in a good mood and am ready to go back and treat my little princess well.

Unexpectedly, a guard from the secret prison came to report: "Your Majesty, King Qin is clamoring to see you in the secret prison."

Dongming Ziyu frowned impatiently, but turned around and walked towards the secret prison.

King Qin heard the footsteps, rushed to the door, and shouted "Wow, wow" through the window on the door.

Dongming Ziyu walked slowly to the door, "What do you want from me?"

"Hmm!" King Qin handed out a piece of paper. His tongue had been pulled out and he couldn't speak, so he could only write with it.

Dongming Ziyu looked at the words on it: I gave you the weapon, now let me out!

He showed a stern smile and said, "I didn't get the weapon."

"Woo! Woo!" King Qin banged on the iron gate to express his disbelief and anger.

Dongming Ziyu said calmly: "The things were taken away by my father. My father was so happy that he released King Qin from Dali Temple."

King Qin's eyes were red, staring at him as if he had been tempered with poison, and asked: "Uh-huh?!" What's going on?

Dongming Ziyu explained kindly: "Dali Temple presented the paper with your address and specific situation to your father. My father immediately sent me and Gu Lingran to go there. As expected, a large number of weapons were found and prisoners were also captured.

Four thousand elite soldiers captured the remnants of ten black-robed ancestors."

That piece of paper was actually written by King Qin to Dongming Ziyu. Because he couldn't speak, he could only write. Unexpectedly, Dongming Ziyu took advantage of it.

"Woo!" King Qin felt regretful.

He originally thought about going out with the last bargaining chip, and then using those weapons to bite Dongming Ziyu back at Emperor Dongming, but he didn't expect that he was seeking skin from a tiger.

Thinking that the fake came out to enjoy the treatment of the prince, but he was locked up in this dark place, his blood boiled with hatred.

Then, with a "poof!", he spurted out blood and fainted.

Angry!

Dongming Ziyu smiled faintly and ordered: "Let the doctor come and take a look at him. Don't let him die."

It's too cheap for him to die.

Returning to Qinse Residence, I saw Shangguan Ruoli playing with the children. Ling Yao was fast asleep, but Jing Yu was lying in Shangguan Ruoli's arms, babbling in alien language.

The little fat paws were still pressing back and forth on her soft body, with a look of contentment on her face.

Dongming Ziyu's face darkened, and he walked over, took the little guy's chubby hand away, and said seriously: "Bad boy, is this the place you touched?"

Xiao Jingyu thought his father was playing with him, so he gave a "shameless" smile and said, "Yeah! Yeah..."

Dongming Ziyu held both mother and son in his arms, "Why is this kid so annoying? Yao'er is already asleep, and he's still making a fuss!"

Huh! You stinky boy, it’s affecting his intimacy with his wife!

"Naughty boy!" Dongming Ziyu reached out and poked Jingyu's face twice.

"Hey!" The little guy got angry and his voice became louder.

"How dare you disobey me!" Dongming Ziyu felt unhappy and continued to poke Jingyu's fair and tender face.

He kept poking the little guy until he became impatient, puckered his lips and was about to cry before he stopped.

Shangguan Ruoli couldn't laugh or cry: "If you are such a big man, you still have to argue with a child, so you are not ashamed."

"You are my wife." Dongming Ziyu said confidently, "What's going on with this brat all the time?"

Shangguan Ruoli held his forehead and said, "He is still your son."

"Isn't she another nanny?" Dongming Ziyu looked at Xiao Jingyu's big black grape-like eyes with a proud look, and wanted to reach out and poke his soft and fragrant little face.

Shangguan Ruoli slapped his hands away and said, "Don't make trouble with him. He's about to fall asleep. You've amused him again."

Xiao Jingyu yawned contentedly, then fell asleep in Shangguan Ruoli's arms.

Seeing this, Dongming Ziyu didn't dare to provoke this kid anymore, and helped Shangguan Ruoli gently pat his butt. When he saw his eyes closed, he called the wet nurse: "Take him out."

I finally fell asleep and could go.

The two wet nurses came in, silently picked up the two children and went back to the children's own rooms, not daring to stay for a moment...

As soon as the wind screen retreated, Dongming Ziyu hugged Shangguan Ruoli in his arms and said dissatisfiedly: "Li'er, you didn't even look at me much today."
Chapter completed!