Han Youniang snuggled up in Yang Ling's arms, her cheeks still burning hot.
Yang Ling gently stroked her bare buttocks and thoughtfully said, "Young-niang?"
"En?" Han Youniang softly responded and raised her head to look at him inquiringly. Yang Ling lightly patted her buttocks under the quilt and said, "I just remembered. You said that Wen Xin told you that you can have intercourse within three months. You two … … Why do you talk about everything?"
Han Youniang smiled and snuggled into his arms. Like a little kitten, she whispered, "Wen Xin jiejie is afraid that I will lose hubby's favor … …"
Yang Ling pretended to be angry and said, "Nonsense, is hubby that kind of person?" He glared at Young-niang and flicked her nose. Han Youniang made a sound and wrinkled her nose.
Yang Ling rested his head on one arm and raised his head to say, "Although she is an imperial physician, she is still an unmarried girl. In the future, don't mention this kind of topic to Wen Xin. Although you two are close friends, I'm afraid … … It's not very convenient."
"That's right." Han Youniang flipped over and pressed down on Yang Ling's body. Lying on his chest, she opened a pair of big round eyes and said, "Hubby, Wen Xin jiejie will be twenty years old after the new year. Before we went to the execution field, I already said that I was willing to accept her as my wife. Hubby … … Don't you like Wen Xin jiejie?"
Yang Ling patted her buttocks and said, "Get down, don't press on your stomach."
Han Youniang laughed and stuck out her tongue. She obediently climbed down his body.
Yang Ling gently hugged her and softly said, "Young-niang, in your heart, you naturally think that your hubby is the best man in the world. A woman who marries him is happy. But it's not that there aren't any good men in the world, it's just that you haven't had the chance to meet them yet.
Wen Xin can't compare to Cher and Yu 'er. At that time, it was because she wanted to repay a debt of gratitude, and because she didn't have any other choice, she chose your husband. Now that she has regained her freedom and has an official position, it's not impossible for her to find a good partner. Could it be that marrying into the Yang House and becoming a concubine is her best choice?
Give her a chance. Think about it from a new perspective. Don't think of her as a member of the Yang Family. Don't make her think that she has to follow me. To be honest, if she hadn't become my servant by accident, she might have kept a respectful distance from me now that we've met. "
Han Youniang rolled her eyes at him and pouted, "Hubby, you always have so many reasons. Do you think Young-niang is willing to share you with more sisters? But Father is right. You have a high official position now. If you don't take a concubine, you and I will have to give in behind our backs.
Besides, in the Yang Family, Hubby's branch is the thinnest. Hubby is the only descendant in the Yang Family. It's not only your responsibility, it's also my responsibility. If Hubby can treat Young-niang this well, Young-niang will be satisfied. "
She sighed softly and said, "Perhaps what you said is true. If it was another time, you two wouldn't be together. But she was in trouble and you saved her. Isn't that fate?
It's said that Empress Zhang favored only one woman and didn't allow the late emperor to favor other women. As a result, many ministers accused her of being arrogant and not thinking about the ancestral temple. Now, the late emperor's branch only has the current emperor. There are also people who say … "
She hesitated for a moment. Seeing Yang Ling's calm expression, she said, "There are also people who say that the current emperor is the son adopted by the Empress Dowager because the officials accused her of not being able to give birth to a prince. It's not legitimate. The high and mighty Empress and Crown Prince can cause a lot of discussion because of these family matters. Young-niang doesn't want to be called a jealous woman. "
Yang Ling knew that a few years ago, when the Former Emperor was still on the throne, the imperial court made a big fuss over this matter. So, he just laughed it off. But then he thought that now that Zhengde was the emperor, when did the people spread this kind of rumor? Daring to slander the current emperor?
Although there was no proof for rumors, and after coming to this era, he found that the government didn't care too much about rumors. But if it was incited by someone, then the purpose was not simple.
Yang Ling vaguely remembered that King Ning's rebellion seemed to have used this kind of accusation. He couldn't help but frown and say, "Young-niang, where did you hear this from?"
Han Youniang saw his serious expression and couldn't help but panic. She stuttered, "Young-niang, I … I heard it when the wife of the Yan family came to chat. I heard that many scholars of the Hanlin Academy have talked about this matter in private. Now it's very strange in the capital."
Yang Ling thought about it. Wu Jie had never reported this kind of information to him. The rumor that Emperor Zhengde wasn't the blood of the late emperor had been around for a long time. Presumably, the guards didn't care much about this kind of rumor.
But he knew that the succession of the throne was most important. King Ning sent a large number of fireworks and palace lanterns when the new emperor succeeded the throne. Yesterday, he sent two beautiful women into the palace. As the imperial uncle, how could this be the way to support a wise emperor? Could it be that he was already preparing to rebel? Was he the one who created this commotion?
Yang Ling patted his forehead and thought to himself, "It seems that I have to ask Wu Jie to pay attention to the source of these rumors. It's easy for it to spread among the people, but to spread it in the Hanlin Academy, it's not something a commoner can do. Who is it that is spreading the news?"
Han Youniang saw Yang Ling's serious expression and couldn't help but ask, "Husband, is there something wrong?"
Yang Ling didn't want her to worry, so he smiled and shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing. I just remembered that when I came back from the palace today, I saw that many refugees from the frontier fortress had fled to the capital. They lack food and clothing. Although they have the Ministry of Revenue's aid, I'm afraid it's hard to endure the harsh winter. I want to take people to set up a shelter to distribute porridge tomorrow. Do you have any food and clothing at home?"
"Ah!" Han Youniang was so shocked that she propped herself up. "Is the Tatars' disaster this bad this year? Young-niang will go to the storehouse in a moment to prepare some food and clothing. Tomorrow I'll accompany you outside the city to distribute porridge. Husband still has official business to attend to, so he can't be distracted too much. "
Yang Ling quickly pulled the quilt over and covered her. "Lie down quickly, don't catch a cold. I'll let Steward Gao take care of it. Miss Cheng is good at scheduling, and Wen Xin is good at medicine. They can go and take a look from time to time. You don't have to go to distribute porridge."
He hugged his young mother and gently bit her soft breasts. With a soft moan, he softly said, "You, ah, are only responsible for your husband's health. In the future, you will give birth to a baby son with a strong head and a strong brain. You can't be too tired."
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Early the next morning, Yang Ling rushed to the mountain first to understand the situation with the Duoyan Three Guards and the progress of the battle ahead.
The nomadic people regarded the farming people as natural granaries and targets of plunder. Even when the two sides maintained a harmonious relationship, sometimes trading and sometimes plundering were common. When the Duoyan Three Guards of Huadang couldn't continue their work, they often went to the border to plunder. But they didn't dare to offend Ming Destiny too much. First, they paid attention to not killing civilians. Second, they never acted together with the Tatars.
So this time when the Tatars attacked the border fortress, the Duoyan Three Guards immediately restrained their subordinates from going out. They kept a strict distance from the little prince, so as to avoid Ming Destiny mistakenly thinking that they were also involved in the Tatars' action.
But this way, the people sent by Yang Ling would have to go through a lot of trouble to get in touch with the Duoyan Three Guards. So far, there had been no news of contact between the two sides.
Miao Kui, the Duke of State Protection Zhu Hui and the Monster Trainer Shi Lin had already arrived in Datong. In addition to the original garrison, there were more than 40,000 people. 90,000 men and horses against 70,000. So far, they had been fighting fiercely with the Tatars for three days and had taken back two cities. When the news came back, the army was fighting hard with the Tatars at Hua Ma Chi.
The Ming army had to divide part of their forces to defend the city, but the Tatars didn't have this concern. So now the enemy and their forces were equal. They were in a stalemate and there was no sign of defeat yet.
Yang Ling was a little relieved when he heard this. He ordered Wu Jie to send another person to investigate the source of the rumor that the Emperor Zhengde was not the Former Emperor's blood. As soon as there was news, he was to report it immediately. Then he rushed to see Fire Yasan and the others develop the flintlock.
When Yang Ling talked about adding rifling to the barrel and using the self-rotation of the bullet to create centrifugal force to increase the shooting range, Fire Yasan immediately understood. But it was troublesome to actually implement.
First, the quality of the barrel was not up to standard. Later on, they used high cost stainless steel. After hundreds of stainless steel barrels were destroyed in experiments, they had a rough idea of how to make it. But at that time, the process was too troublesome. This kind of gun was much more expensive to make compared to steel knives.
Another group of craftsmen was in charge of developing a bullet that fired both the gun and the bullet. They made great progress. After the modification, the firing mechanism was very ingenious. They also used a reload bullet.
Because the iron bullet and bullet body that Yang Ling talked about didn't have the corresponding stamping machine, it was very difficult to make them by hand. The craftsmen changed to using paper as the carrier of the gunpowder. They used a mixture of flint and sulfur as the 'cannon'. When the trigger was pulled, the flint hammer would fall and hit the cannon, igniting the gunpowder inside the bullet, and the bullet would shoot out.
At the same time, the bullet head was no longer in the shape of a bead. Instead, it was in the shape of a cone. They imitated the shape of a bow and added a triangular groove, increasing the shooting range by nearly ten feet and increasing the lethality by more than 30%. Moreover, the firing speed was several times faster than an ordinary flintlock gun. It was comparable to the firing speed of a bow and arrow.
Its disadvantage was that its shooting range was shorter than a bow and arrow. But although its accuracy was worse, it was better than a projectile arrow. Most importantly, Yang Ling instructed them to constantly test the ratio of gunpowder. They had already experimented with a better gunpowder. Saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal powder were mixed in a ratio of about 7.5: 1.5: 1. The explosive effect was the best.
This way, the impact of the explosion was greater, and the resulting smoke was less. About sixty to eighty bullets were fired in a row without needing to wipe the barrel. But no matter how good an archer was, he wouldn't be able to shoot twenty arrows in a row. So as long as the two sides were close to each other, under the protection of the other forces, the three rows of the flintlock team would be an unstoppable nightmare.
It was just that this type of rear loading flintlock gun's problem hadn't been solved yet. Its stability was poor, and sometimes it would release a bad smell. Yang Ling made a prompt decision. He immediately ran to research rifling. His blue eyes had already turned red, and his hair was standing straight up. He had completely forgotten who God was, and pulled Fire Yassan into the research team of paper shell bullets and rear loading flintlock guns. Yang Ling told him to first focus on developing paper shell bullets and rear loading flintlock guns. As for rifling guns, they definitely had to research, but they weren't in a hurry.
In Yang Ling's opinion, before steel smelting, machine tools, precision instruments, and other supporting industries reached the corresponding technological productivity, it was impractical to force the development of more advanced firearms. He wasn't an omnipotent engineer. Since he couldn't solve this problem, he should just put it aside for the time being. This type of technology could still be researched, and he believed that it would also have a promoting effect on the development of other industries, but it shouldn't be the main direction of research.
When Yang Ling was young, he saw a little friend who lived in the military compound showing off a sharp bayonet with a blood groove. Yang Ling had a lot of eyes, so he took out a set of "Investiture of the Gods" children's book. After a little bit of persuasion, he obtained the little fatty's bayonet. Unfortunately, he only played with it for two days before it was taken back by the little fatty's father, the fat battalion commander.
Now that he saw the initial form of a flintlock gun, Yang Ling thought of the beautiful bayonet that could kill people with blood. He once suggested adding a bayonet, but a flintlock gun was after all clumsy compared to a long spear shaft and a cavalry sword. In the modern world, when both sides were using flintlocks, a few simple flicks, flicks, and thrusts could kill people. In the face of enemies who mainly used cold weapons, a flintlock gun and bayonet was pure nonsense.
Yang Yiqing only made a few simple slashing demonstration movements with the bayonet, but Yang Ling gave up the idea. He decided that every gunner should be equipped with a bayonet, and at the same time, they should be equipped with cavalry and guards.
Yang Ling walked out of the heavily guarded research compound and stood in the warm sunlight. He looked at the village at the foot of the mountain and felt a little regretful. It was a pity that Fire Master Ya San didn't know anything about cannons. He only knew that the structure of cannons was similar to modern bullets, but he didn't know anything about cannons. Otherwise, now that he had more powerful gunpowder, he would be invincible on the battlefield.
He took a deep breath and thought: "I heard Fire Yassan say that his country has developed a rear-mounted artillery. If I can get some research, I will be inspired. With the craftsmen's skillful hands, I will be able to make more powerful firearms. Unfortunately, it's a long way to go, and I haven't heard of any Francois gunships coming to the mainland to harass us."
"Cannons …" Yang Ling suddenly thought of the small three-legged steel cannons used by the Japanese in anti-Japanese films. He also thought of hand grenades. These should be weapons that are easy to make, easy to carry, and much more powerful than ordinary firearms.
When he was at the Cock Crow Station, he saw something similar to modern hand grenades. But the design was too big, so it could only be thrown down from the top. Moreover, the explosive power of the gunpowder was not enough, so it couldn't be made of iron.
Now that he had the powerful gunpowder, if he could make a melon-shaped hand grenade and give it to a single soldier, although it would be difficult to attack a city, but in a battle in the wild, its huge destructive power would be able to defend against the powerful Mongolian cavalry. Moreover, the loud sound of the explosion would be able to scare the Mongolian warhorses, which had not been exposed to modern artillery. As long as the warhorses were in chaos, the advantage of the cavalry would be gone.
When Yang Ling thought of this, he excitedly turned around and wanted to tell Fire Ya San and the others about his idea. But after just a few steps, he felt that they had already spent a lot of time and effort on developing the paper bullets. He might as well wait for them to come up with a new goal.
Yang Ling stopped and walked a few steps along the mountain wall with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he saw the door of Wu Jie's room in the distance open. A scholar in a green robe flashed out. He turned around and said a few words to Wu Jie who had followed him out of the door. Then, he cupped his hands and walked toward the door.
Yang Ling recognized that person as Cheng Qiyun who was dressed as a man. He couldn't help but be moved. Why did Cheng Qiyun come up the mountain by herself? Yang Ling quickened his steps and chased after her from the side. When he arrived at the door, he blocked Cheng Qiyun's path.
When Cheng Qiyun saw Yang Ling, there was a slight trace of surprise on her face. She hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said with a dry smile, "This subordinate greets Daren."
Yang Ling's eyes narrowed and said, "You … why did you come up the mountain? The snowy mountain path is not easy to traverse, and the army is full of men … "
Cheng Qiyun's flustered expression had already disappeared. She calmed down and said with a light smile, "This subordinate was bored in the mansion. I saw that the sun was very warm today, so I went up the mountain for a walk. As the Second Grade Leader of the inner factory, you can't be completely ignorant of your own yamen, right? Haha, haha … "
Yang Ling smiled and said, "This is this official's negligence. Where have you been? Didn't the Big Leader accompany you? Do you want this official to accompany you? "
Cheng Qiyun was somewhat flattered, but when she raised her head and saw Yang Ling's somewhat cautious gaze, she suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
She bit her lip, revealing two rows of neat white jade-like teeth. Suddenly, she said in a delicate voice, "Thank you, daren. This subordinate is just strolling around. Daren, aren't you going to distribute grain outside the city? This subordinate's footsteps are slow, so I'll go back to the mansion first and wait for you. "
Cheng Qiyun finished speaking and smiled sweetly at him. Her watery appearance and light makeup dazzled people's eyes. It was actually a long-lost charm.
In the time that Yang Ling was distracted, Cheng Qiyun had already raised her eyebrows. She quickly glanced at him and slowly went down the mountain.
Cheng Qiyun lightly passed by Yang Ling. Although she was dressed as a man, she deliberately walked with a woman's gait. Her waist was slender, her figure was curvaceous, and her expression was extremely moving. Wherever her figure passed, a wisp of delicate fragrance wafted over. Even Yang Ling's heart was shaken and he was greatly aroused.
Yang Ling stared at her back in astonishment. This woman usually looked completely harmless, but if she wanted to seduce someone, with her beauty, style, scheming, and means, there weren't many men who could remain unmoved. Could it be that Wu Jie, who was already at the age of Knowing Destiny, couldn't resist her temptation?
Yang Ling wanted to ask Wu Jie, but he felt that it was somewhat difficult to speak. After hesitating for a long time, he remembered that day when Zhengde came to visit, he held a sword and threatened Cheng Qiyun, causing her to cry. In the end, he sighed slightly and followed her down the mountain.
Cheng Qiyun walked to the front of the slope and slightly glanced back. She saw Yang Ling's figure slowly following behind her. She turned her head with a faint smile and leisurely said, "Little sweetheart, I worked myself to death for you, but you didn't understand. It's fine if you don't want to, but you still suspect that I'm seducing you. Hmph! What you owe me, sooner or later … sooner or later, you will pay me back. "
She bitterly kicked a stone away, but slipped and fell on the ground. Cheng Qiyun bitterly slapped the ground, but the ice and snow were cold to the touch, so she quickly withdrew. At this time, Yang Ling had walked to her side and smiled as he stretched out his hand.
Cheng Qiyun glanced at him and angrily turned her head away. She said, "Didn't Daren suspect that I seduced Old Man Wu? Why don't you ask clearly? "
Yang Ling laughed and said, "You can't blame me. Who told you to …. Haha, but I thought it through. You wouldn't. With your talent and vision, how could you do such a thing?"
Cheng Qiyun suddenly turned her head and looked at him with pleasant surprise. For a moment, her heart surged. She felt that with Yang Ling's words, all of her efforts and efforts were worth it.
Her heart fluttered, and she happily extended a hand to Yang Ling. Yang Ling held her soft little hand and lifted her up. He said at the wrong time, "If you really wanted to cling to him, you wouldn't have been so well-behaved in front of the Emperor that day. So even if you wanted to seduce him, you wouldn't have seduced Old Man Wu. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
When Cheng Qiyun heard this, she couldn't help but be angry. She used all of her strength to shake off Yang Ling's hand and angrily said, "You ….. you ….. you did it on purpose, didn't you? Am I such a utilitarian? Must there be benefits for me to treat others with sincerity? "
She hatefully turned around and walked away. But because she was in a hurry, her pair of buckskin boots slipped and she fell to the ground. A rock hit her buttocks. The pain made her tear up.
Yang Ling's eyes carried a faint smile as he walked over. When Cheng Qiyun saw the smile in his eyes, she was filled with sorrow. She bitterly said, "I want to go home. I want to go back to the south. You can't get along with me. Even this snow is bullying me."
Yang Ling pulled her up with a smile and said, "The mountain road is slippery to begin with. I even fell when I was climbing up the mountain. Why take out your anger on others? Come, I'll pull you down the mountain. Uh ….. since there's nothing to do on the way, why don't you tell me why you're looking for Old Man Wu? "
Cheng Qiyun had just been pulled up by him. When she heard what he said, she couldn't help but laugh. A faint dimple flashed across her cheeks. Then, she quickly put away her smile and looked at him with a straight face, "I won't say. In any case, in your eyes, I don't know how to do anything else. If I don't want to seduce a child, I want to seduce an old man. If you have any tricks, maybe with a sword to my neck, I'll tell you everything I should say and shouldn't say."
Cheng Qiyun's muslin hat was a bit crooked. Her hair was exposed. When the wind blew, a strand of hair would occasionally brush against Yang Ling's face. It was ticklish and very fragrant …..
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