In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan knew that Wang Huaiyang was a very modest person, so he looked at him with a smile in his eyes and said in his heart:

"He has the support of the Prince of Qi, the Lu family, the Wang family, and the Cui family. If his plan fails, Your Majesty will not blame him for the sake of these families."

"How could Wang Clan of Langya let him be an obscure minor official of the sixth or seventh rank? He needs to make some achievements so that he can be promoted. He is truly the chosen one of heaven and is perfect for the job."

"Brother, it's you"

Wang Huaiyang looked at her. Although he was a little serious, he still felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by a woman. He turned his head:

"Master Mu, what else do you want?"

Mu Jinan suddenly had an idea and asked, "Do you want to prove your ability?"

Wang Huaiyang raised his eyes, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes. He knew that He Cheng was just older than him, and his suggestions were rarely adopted, which buried his talent.

The current weapons are indeed still at the level of more than ten years ago. He wants to contribute to Shengguo, but... he doesn't know whether Mu Jinan will believe him. He is cautious and hides his inner thoughts:

"Master Mu, what do you mean by this?"

Mu Jinan whispered: "If you can design a new type of weapon, I think your official position will be promoted faster."

"If you have talent, you should display it and benefit the country"

Wang Huaiyang didn't understand what he meant, and looked at Mu Jinan's excited and happy expression:

"Master Mu, what kind of weapon is it?"

Mu Jinan: "How are your painting skills? How is your comprehension ability?"

Wang Huaiyang said respectfully: "It's OK"

Mu Jinan said happily: "Well, I will describe it and you will draw it."

Wang Huaiyang agreed to her proposal, and the two of them came to the west wing hall, where he picked up a pen and started to write it down.

Mu Jinan told him:

"The cannon body is made of copper and iron, and is a round cylindrical tube. The tube mouth is open and the tail is closed. The tube can hold a fireball and a gunpowder bag. There is a fuse at the tail of the cannon body to ignite the gunpowder in the tube and push the fireball shell to shoot. The cannon body is placed on a miniature frame at an angle, and the bottom of the frame is supported by two wheels."

Wang Huaiyang stopped writing, looked up at Mu Jinan, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He didn't know that a woman could have such an idea.

She also remembered that the King of Qi was imprisoned by His Majesty, and she went to persuade him, and His Majesty quickly released the King of Qi. Now she knew that she had some abilities.

Seeing that he was distracted, Mu Jinan stretched out his finger and waved it in front of his eyes:

"Master Wang, what are you thinking about?"

Wang Huaiyang came back to his senses and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Master Mu, is it inappropriate for you to call me Master Wang? You are the Minister, how can you address me like that?"

Mu Jinan laughed heartily and said, "No need to be so formal. You will definitely be promoted in the future. Just consider it my congratulations in advance."

She knew that there was no such person as Wang Huaiyang in the original text, and Mu Jinan had never been an official. Now that she had chosen this path herself, it would be great if she could find a few helpers to stand on her side.

Wang Huaiyang said sternly: "Master Mu, I still..."

Mu Jinan shook his head helplessly, just wanting to quickly draw the cannon blueprint:

"Well, regardless of age or seniority, I will call you Huaiyang."

Wang Huaiyang lowered his eyebrows. Can a woman who is not married directly address a man like this? He stuttered:

"Isn't this name a bit..."

Mu Jinan frowned, thinking he was wasting time:

"Wang Huaiyang, don't be shy, we still have business to discuss."

Wang Huaiyang immediately returned to the topic and asked:

"What are the dimensions of the gun barrel?"

Mu Jinan pursed his lips, turned his eyes slightly, and gestured with his hands:

"About ten feet long and one foot in diameter"

Wang Huaiyang picked up his pen and wrote it down: "Anything else?"

Mu Jinan sat down, supported his chin with his hand, and knocked his head. There was definitely no condition to produce the short and powerful gun now, so he could only use the current resources.

Wang Huaiyang raised his eyelids, looked at her thinking seriously, and waited for her to speak.

A gleam of light flashed in her eyes: "There are two more"

Mu Jinan stood up, took two steps in front of the desk, leaned down, and whispered:

"Three-barreled fire guns, the same principle as cannons, but they are lighter and more portable. One type is made of three copper and iron tubes, with fine-hole matchlocks for attraction, and built-in gunpowder to push the projectile out. The three holes fire in turn. The tail of the fire gun has a long handle, half the handle of a Mo Dao."

Wang Huaiyang quickly wrote it down. Mu Jinan saw that his handwriting was neat and smooth, and she admired it with a smile:

"Huaiyang, your handwriting is so beautiful, flowing like clouds and running water, your writing moves like a whirlwind when you are in the mood, and it is gentle yet elegant."

Wang Huaiyang's eyes flickered when he heard her praise him, and one hand unconsciously touched his ear to hide his inner shyness.

"Master Mu, this is the first time someone has said that my handwriting is good."

Although he was proficient in both literature and martial arts, he was always bad at writing. His father and elder brother often taught him to practice calligraphy, but he never made any progress.

Mu Jinan waved his hand: "It's much better than what I wrote."

Wang Huaiyang pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyes, and a curve appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Mu Jinan continued:

"The other type has an iron pipe inside and is wrapped in wood."

Suddenly, she stopped and hesitated:

"Forget it. Draw the blueprints of these two weapons first. These are just rough sketches. The details still need to be discussed again. Let me see what you can do first."

Wang Huaiyang looked at the words on the document and said softly:

"Master Mu, please complete the painting as soon as possible."

Mu Jinan walked closer to him, and suddenly, got close to his side. He was so scared that he dared not move.

I only heard Mu Jinan whisper:

"Don't tell anyone except you and me about this, especially He Cheng. Wait until I have seen the sketch before making a decision."

Wang Huaiyang didn't dare to turn around and look at her. He nodded repeatedly, his voice a little low:

"Yes, I understand."

Mu Jinan shrugged and smiled. If this great thing could be accomplished, the enemy would be caught off guard and defeated on the battlefield in the future. She couldn't help but indulge in imagination and smiled foolishly.

Wang Huaiyang saw her laughing foolishly and did not interrupt her. He looked at her face, lowered his eyelids, and then raised the corners of his eyes. Looking at her, he also became happy.

Mu Jinan came back to his senses and stood up:

"Huai Yang, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go check out the weapons and the books and materials in the Ministry of War's collection."

She suddenly turned around, waved her hand gently, and said cheerfully: "Bye."

Wang Huaiyang looked up and saw the sunlight outside shining in from behind her, as if she was walking on the light.

She was thin but not short, and she was wearing a light crimson official uniform, but she was full of vitality. He had never seen a woman like her, who was not fussy about details and had both talent and beauty.

Wang Huaiyang's eyes flashed with surprise: "Ah..."

Then he followed her example, stretched out his right hand and waved: "Bye...bye"

Mu Jinan quickly disappeared from his sight. The figure behind the hall moved slowly, lost in thought, and left with light steps, head lowered and face covered.

When the people from the Ministry of War saw that Wang Huaiyang was respectful and polite to Mu Jinan, they stopped criticizing and looking down on her as before, and at least they were able to save face.

After Wang Huaiyang finished his government affairs during the day, he returned home and continued drawing patterns in his study at night.

He watched the weapon on the blueprint being outlined bit by bit, and couldn't help but be shocked. If this weapon was really made, it would be invincible.

He was extremely intelligent, and even Mu Jinan later recalled:

"If Wang Huaiyang were in modern times, he would be a talented student at Tsinghua University. He is quick to learn, thoughtful, and has high martial arts skills. He is undoubtedly the chosen one."

On this day, the palace gates were locked, and Mu Jinan was the last one to leave the palace. The midsummer sunset was like brilliant fireworks, and the warmth surrounded the long street outside the palace.

Li Huaijin had his back to her. Mu Jinan looked at him from afar and saw that he was tall and straight. He was wearing a purple shirt and a white jade belt around his waist. He looked like the first time Hu Yulou saw him, a handsome young man.

She walked up to him and patted him on the back. Li Huaijin turned around with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Jin'an, are you done?"

Mu Jinan nodded and said, "Your Majesty, you don't have to wait here every day. There are many discussions about you and me in the palace now. This is not in accordance with etiquette."