"Well, that's a good idea. If Shuiyang is serious about it, let's do it like this."

Lin Zhihuang nodded and looked up to see Fang Qingbo leaning in front of him, looking like he was begging for praise, and couldn't help but smile.

"Is it tiring to make this thing? You are still injured now, don't wear out your body." Lin Zhihuang raised his hand and stroked the top of Fang Qingbo's hair, worried.

"Don't be tired. This thing has already been built. Doing it again is time-consuming. There is no need to use your brain or record. It is very easy." Fang Qingbo replied immediately.

After saying this, Fang Qingbo was afraid that Emperor Lin Zhihuang would not believe it, so he continued: "Cui Guo can also be an assistant to help me, it's really not tiring! There are still more than a month before you hold the celebration to announce the reserve talents of Zhongguan, and there is enough time.

"

Lin Zhihuang chuckled softly, nodded and said, "It will be good if you are not too tired. Then I will wait for Shuiyang to make something good."

Fang Qingbo saw that Lin Zhihuang only cared about his body but did not praise him. He couldn't help but get closer and looked at Lin Zhihuang longingly with his round eyes.

"Lord..."

Lin Zhihuang couldn't help laughing again when he saw Fang Qingbo's longing eyes. If she continued to pretend not to know and didn't praise Fang Qingbo in words, she was afraid that he would cry in front of her in the next moment.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhihuang's eyes smiled even more, and then he praised with a smile: "I am really capable of Shui Yang. I can create such a rare thing during the period of recuperation. I am really a rare talent in the world."

Scholar!"

Fang Qingbo's face suddenly bloomed, he straightened up happily, rolled his sleeves and laughed loudly: "My lord, it's just a little thing, how can it be worthy of my lord to praise Qingbo so highly?"

Fang Qingbo said something self-effacing, but the complacent expression on his face said otherwise.

Everyone present couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

Ever since Fang Qingbo surrendered to Emperor Lin Zhi, he has never ceased to have a sense of accomplishment that he is truly a talented person.

No one could know how happy he was under Lin Zhihuang.

Let’s not talk about Lin Zhihuang’s recognition of him. She was generous in providing him with it, but the manpower and material resources to carry out experimental research are really not something that anyone can do.

Since Fang Qingbo joined Lin Zhihuang, he did not dare to calculate how much money he had spent on researching mine explosions and other new things.

Because...it really cost a lot...

When he was at home, if his parents had allowed him to study and consume himself like this, not even ten Fang families would be able to defeat him like this.

The Lord really supports and trusts him in every sense of the word.

With this in mind, Fang Qingbo took out an iron cylinder as thick as a stick from his sleeve pocket, handed it to the attendant Xiao Qi, and ordered him to light it in front of the window and sit on the ground.

After Xiao Qi went out as ordered, Fang Qingbo respectfully asked Lin Zhihuang to go to the window and look at something more.

Lin Zhihuang saw that Fang Qingbo had something good to show, so he got up with a smile and followed him to the window, and made some space so that Lou Hang, who was leaning on the couch in the wing room, could watch what Fang Qingbo was doing without getting up.

something to show.

After all, if she hadn't come today, these things that Fang Qingbo had brought would have been shown to Lou Hang.

Although everything will eventually be donated to her as the lord, Fang Qingbo brought the things at this time definitely to relieve Lou Hang's boredom.

Lou Hang noticed that Lin Zhihuang followed Fang Qingbo to the window, and specially made room for him to look out. He was even more moved by Lin Zhihuang's attentiveness.

In the open space in the yard outside the window, the waiter Xiao Qi had already lit the small iron cylinder given by Fang Qingbo and put the socket on the ground.

After the iron cylinder was ignited, a burst of white smoke first came out, and then there was a roaring sound inside the iron cylinder. Something vertically rose rapidly into the sky for nearly a hundred feet, leaving behind a very bright red line as it rose into the sky.

Fog line.

"This is..." Flare?

Lin Zhihuang's eyes suddenly brightened when he saw what Fang Qingbo showed.

"My lord, what do you think of this thing? In addition to red, I can also make it in other colors. This thing can be used as a positioning warning during the march. Different colors can give different meanings. What do you think?"

“Good stuff!”

Lin Zhihuang withdrew his gaze after praising it, and looked sideways at Fang Qingbo, his eyes full of affirmation: "My king's water ripples have indeed created another good thing."

Fang Qingbo's chin suddenly lifted higher, he puffed up his chest and said happily: "It is Qingbo's honor to be able to share the Lord's worries."

The Lord is truly his Bole.

Because he loves to create some magical things, his parents don't understand him very much and often accuse him of being a waste of money and a waste of money.

God knows he just loves these magical things. Why do his parents look at him like he is a piece of trash?

That's right, no matter how naughty and heartless Fang Qingbo acted in the past, he had always had a very low self-esteem in his heart.

When people around you look at you with hateful eyes, even if they don't say anything, this look will arouse people's inferiority complex.

In addition, Fang Qingbo is not really a stupid person, and he understands clearly the hidden meanings in other people's eyes and words, so this inferiority complex is almost engraved in Fang Qingbo's bones.

In the past, Fang Qingbo was very dissatisfied and had low self-esteem.

Until he met Cuiguo, who understood him. Only Cuiguo understood his "extraordinaryness" and all his weird ideas, and supported him to continue to do what he wanted to do, and would also do what he wanted to do with him.

thing, so he regards Cui Guo as his soul mate and likes Cui Guo very much.

Later, he met Lin Zhihuang, who recognized his talent at first sight and accepted him as a scholar.

The appearance of Lin Zhihuang really made him regain his confidence.

Fang Qingbo raised his chin and looked at Lin Zhihuang, who was looking at him with a smile. Suddenly his mouth dropped, his face wrinkled up and he knelt down and started crying.

Fang Qingbo's move was unexpected by everyone present. Cuiguo stepped forward nervously and asked Fang Qingbo repeatedly what was wrong, but his hand hurt again.

"Shuiyang?" Lin Zhihuang didn't know why. Looking at Fang Qingbo who was squatting on the ground and crying, he called out hesitantly.

"Lord, don't worry. Qingbo just thought of the previous situation and compared it with the current environment. He was so happy that he acted like this. Can you just pretend you didn't see it?"

Lin Zhihuang: "......"

Lou Hang, who was leaning on the couch, laughed out loud and said jokingly: "My master just praised you a few words and then he squatted on the ground and burst into tears. Fang Erlang is really still a child."

"I'm not a child! I'm over twenty-eight years old, and I'm a man!" Fang Qingbo stood up in disbelief upon hearing this.

Lin Zhihuang raised his eyebrows and exposed Fang Qingbo's shortcomings with a smile: "Last time when Hu Qixiao made you squeamish, you said you were only twenty-eight years old, so you couldn't be considered a man?"

"Lord!" Fang Qingbo blushed with embarrassment.
Chapter completed!