There is a bug in the space? That's called buff!

"Please give me two hours, Your Majesty! We will know the result after two hours." Tang Yiran bowed to the emperor.

"Okay! Then I'll be waiting for your good news!"

Tang Yiran led a group of craftsmen into the workshop and began to work intensively on making the phonograph. That's right, Tang Yiran planned to reproduce a manual simple phonograph. Although the effect would be discounted, it would illustrate the problem.

At this time, the Tingyu Pavilion was filled with the sounds of singing and dancing.

Although the singing and dancing were great, Miao Nanfeng was somewhat absent-minded. Li Linan had not given her an accurate response yet, so she smiled very perfunctorily.

Seeing Miao Nanfeng's frustrated look, King Yong was delighted in his heart. He didn't expect that Liu Qingning's daughter was so outstanding. Not only did she solve the problem of Shenyu Kingdom being strangled, but she also successfully clamped Miao Nanfeng.

"Your Majesty, is the song not good? Or is the dance not graceful? Why are you so sad?"

Prince Yong asked Miao Nanfeng in a teasing tone.

Miao Nanfeng glanced at Prince Yong. The young man from that year was still as handsome and alert as ever. In the darkest moment of her life, it was his salvation that led her out of the abyss. But now, he looked at her like a stranger.

"Is everything just my obsession?" Miao Nanfeng shook his head and sighed, without saying a word to King Yong.

Looking at Miao Nanfeng's silence, Prince Yong felt as if he had made himself look foolish, so he turned around awkwardly and stopped talking.

At this time, Tang Yiran was resolute in the workshop and quickly distributed the drawings and the required parts to the craftsmen. However, she also found a thorny problem: there was no technology to mine aluminum ore in this era, so aluminum could not be used for production. After the craftsmen learned of this situation, they suggested using silver instead.

"Silver? This is too extravagant!" Tang Yiran shook his hand and refused with heartache.

"Sir, all royal items are made of gold and silver. Besides, this is a matter of bringing glory to the country, so you don't have to worry about waste." said a craftsman.

Tang Yiran's guilt was slightly relieved after hearing this, and he began to direct everyone to work. The craftsmen each performed their duties, some made silver foil, some made speakers, some made cranks, and some made bases, and they worked very hard.

Listening to the clanking sounds and watching the craftsmen working in an orderly manner, Tang Yiran nodded his head. It must be said that the emperor's craftsmen were dedicated and meticulous in their work.

"Sir, take a look at this and see if it's the effect you want?" A man handed the finished parts to Tang Yiran, his eyes full of anticipation.

Tang Yiran took a closer look and saw that the component was made extremely delicately and polished to a shiny finish, just like a work of art.

"Very good! You did a great job!" Tang Yiran praised.

The craftsman smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this. His efforts were recognized and he instantly felt like he had endless energy. "Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?"

Tang Yiran looked at the busy people and said, "See who needs help and help them. Or you can take a break. You don't have to keep running around."

Upon hearing this, the craftsman turned around and started working with the craftsman who was making silver foil.

Tang Yiran shook his head helplessly. As a worker, couldn't you be a little nicer to yourself? ! So Tang Yiran asked, "How much money do you make every month? Is it worth it for you to work so hard?"

The craftsman smiled and said, "Let me put it this way. Sir, you are now a third-rank official with a monthly salary of 300 taels, while my monthly salary is not much, just 500 taels! Moreover, there is money for overtime work."

Tang Yiran was shocked. This... this... She, a third-rank official, actually earned less than a craftsman. If she were given such a job, she would have to work overtime until the emperor went bankrupt!

Capitalists, please reflect on this. Do you pay your workers enough to work hard every day? If you pay them enough, you can make your machines smoke!

After everyone had finished making the parts, an hour and a half had passed, and Tang Yiran took the accessories and assembled them one by one.

Looking at the assembled machine, the craftsmen asked curiously: "Sir, what exactly are we making?"

"The phonograph can record the sound of speech. Who is interested in trying it out?" Tang Yiran asked.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!" A young craftsman volunteered and jumped forward quickly.

Tang Yiran demonstrated to the machine while shaking it, "Just speak into this speaker, but make sure you speak loudly."

Tang Yiran added the counterweight, adjusted the machine, and handed it over to the craftsman.

"But...but what should I say?" the craftsman asked, scratching his head.

"Just say: Long live the emperor! The emperor will definitely be happy!" another craftsman cheered.

The craftsman blushed and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he mustered up the courage to shout into the loudspeaker: "Long live the emperor!"

"What happened? You forgot to shake it!" someone reminded below.

The craftsman's face suddenly turned red, and he looked at Tang Yiran helplessly.

Tang Yiran nodded at him, and he mustered up his courage again, "Long live the emperor!"

Tang Yiran clapped his hands in satisfaction, walked forward to remove the counterweight, adjusted the machine, and shook it again.

Sure enough, the machine made a sound: "Long live the emperor!"

Although no one spoke that clearly, it was enough to excite all the craftsmen in the room.

"Success!"

"Success!"

They cheered and they high-fived each other.

Tang Yiran was also very satisfied with the effect. After all, she had only glanced at it casually at first and just thought it was interesting, but now it has played a big role.

After the experiment, Tang Yiran rushed to Tingyu Pavilion with the machine.

"Your Majesty! Lord Tang is here!" Liu Ruhai pointed at Tang Yiran excitedly.

Everyone looked in the direction Liu Ruhai pointed, and saw a stunning woman in moon-white clothes walking towards them with a silver object in her hand.

"Your Majesty, this is a phonograph, which is the demonstration tool I made." Tang Yiran bowed while holding the machine.

"Present it quickly!" the emperor said to Tang Yiran impatiently.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruhai hurried forward and prepared to take the machine away.

Tang Yiran refused, "Your Majesty, I need to demonstrate this equipment in person."

The emperor waved at Tang Yiran and said, "Then come and demonstrate for me, my dear minister!"

Tang Yiran then stepped forward with the instrument. When he played the sound he had recorded before, the two emperors and the people around them were shocked.

"This! Could this sound be 'Long live the emperor'?"

"Amazing! It's really amazing! The sound of speaking can really be preserved!"

Watching others discussing enthusiastically from a distance, I felt quite depressed.

Suddenly, the emperor waved his hand and said, "My dear minister, the noise in this Listening to the Rain Pavilion is too loud. People sitting far away may not be able to hear it. Why don't you go and demonstrate it to everyone so that they can see it for themselves?"

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

Tang Yiran brought a phonograph to demonstrate to the ministers. All the ministers were amazed. Looking at Tang Yiran's grace and talent, the ministers felt that this woman must be a gift from God to Nanshan County. For a moment, they all wanted to introduce their sons to Tang Yiran.

"I have a son, who is 23 years old now. He is in the Imperial Guards and is a perfect match for Lord Tang. I wonder if Lord Tang is interested?"

Tang Yiran was about to retort, but before he could finish his words, another minister came over:

"I have a son, now he is twenty years old, young and energetic, handsome, and now he is training at the border. I wonder if Lord Tang is interested?"

"I have a brother who is a top scholar. He is very successful. They are talented and pretty, and they are a perfect match. I wonder if Lord Tang is interested in them?"

Tang Yiran was surrounded and had a headache.

Yu Qinghong, who was standing outside in a palace maid's outfit, looked at the scene and couldn't help but frown. Why were so many people coveting his Ranran? So angry!

It was not until Tang Yiran had a headache from being entangled that Prince Yong slowly stepped forward, fanning himself and said loudly, "Alright! Alright! Our Yilan has a lover, so you should all give up on this idea."

As he spoke, Prince Yong winked at Tang Yiran and said, "What do you think? It still has to be me."

Tang Yiran looked at Prince Yong with gratitude, then at Yu Qinghong who was standing outside. Yu Qinghong was still looking at him tenderly, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Seeing this, Tang Yiran responded sweetly: "It's okay!"

Prince Yong followed Tang Yiran's gaze and suddenly realized.

"Oh? So my sweetheart is here."