The grass in the factory should be plucked

Jiang Li asked, "Brother Shen, Brother Mo Qi, how is the progress of that thing?"

Shen Muchun smiled and said, "You will know if you go to the farm outside Beijing. There is no grass growing on the entire hill. We can do the final inspection in the spring of next year."

Jiang Li was overjoyed and turned to Mo Qilang: "Brother Mo Qi, how are you doing?"

Mo Qilang scratched his head: "It can fly, but the distance is still not far enough. I will improve it."

"What is the geographical situation in southern Xinjiang? Has the map been drawn?" Shen Muchun asked.

Xie Changan brought a map.

He spread the map on the table, and Shen Muchun and Mo Qillang came closer to take a closer look.

At first glance, they were both shocked. The size of this primeval forest was beyond their expectations!

"The locals call this area 'The Lost Soul Pond'."

"This place is filled with fog and miasma. Once you enter it, compasses and needles will fail, and you will soon lose your mind."

"The Annan army once sent many spies in, but in the end, no one was able to walk out of the Mihun Pond alive."

Jiang Li recounted in detail the experience of their exploration of Mihun Pond.

Shen Muchun and Mo Qillang couldn't help but frown when they heard that there was not only fog and poisonous miasma inside, but also a suspected maze with an extremely strange magnetic field.

Shen Muchun said: "It seems that it will be extremely difficult for the army to cross the Mihun Pond! Sixteenth sister, your method is indeed the only one that works."

At first he thought that Jiang Li’s plan was too “violent” and against the harmony of nature.

Now it seems that only this method can allow the Great Chu Army to enter southern Xinjiang smoothly.

Mo Qilang's eyes sparkled: "I have a bold idea!"

Everyone looked at him.

Mo Qilang said: "The magnetic field is strange, maybe there is a huge iron mine underground!"

Everyone was pleasantly surprised when they heard this.

If what Mo Qillang said is true, by conquering Southern Xinjiang, Da Chu will be able to obtain a huge iron mine!

"Whether it is a maze or iron ore, we need to conduct on-site exploration to confirm it."

Mo Qilang said, "I will send a few Mo disciples to explore."

Shen Muchun said, "Let's wait a few more days. After the Xiangyang grass is successfully divided, each person can enter the Mihun Pond with one grass to ensure safety."

He turned to Jiang Li and said, "Sixteenth sister, the Xiangyang grass you sent back is the nemesis of miasma!

"After the division is successful, it can be cultivated on a large scale in the greenhouse. The juice can be extracted to make anti-poison pills that can restrain miasma."

Jiang Li was overjoyed. With the preventive anti-poison pills, the Chu army no longer needed to carry a plant of Xiangyang Grass when attacking southern Xinjiang!

Xie Changan said: "Let's report the matter of the iron ore to His Majesty first."

"it is good."

Jiang Li then wrote a memorial and ordered Cangsong to deliver it to the palace as soon as possible and present it to the emperor.

Nangong Qinghe was overjoyed after reading the memorial and immediately summoned the Duke of Zhenguo into the palace.

After a secret discussion, the two decided that the Duke of Zhenguo would send a team of personal guards to escort several Mohist disciples to Southern Xinjiang.

He also wrote a secret decree and asked the personal guards of the Duke of Zhenguo to give it to the Annan General Duan Nanqi, ordering him to cooperate with the Mohist disciples.

On Jiang Li's side, after the others had finished discussing matters concerning Southern Xinjiang, the food and drinks from the Longmen Restaurant were delivered.

Everyone then moved to the front yard and took their seats as host and guest.

After eating and drinking, Mo Qilang said with a smile: "Little Sixteen, have you seen the garden? Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Li sighed, "How can I have time to go and see it? After seeing His Majesty yesterday, I went to see the Queen Mother. It was dark when I got home! Early this morning, Longmen came to urge me again. The account books are piled up like a mountain, and there are still many matters waiting for me to deal with. I really can't do it in two different ways!"

Xie Changan smiled and said, "After the morning court today, I took some time to go back and take a look."

Jiang Li looked expectant: "How?"

Xie Changan sighed: "It's amazing. I'm afraid I'll get lost if I go in."

Jiang Li felt itchy after hearing this: "No, I have to go shopping now!"

Xie Changan smiled and said, "Don't you still want to look at the account book?"

Jiang Li just gave up and said, "I won't watch it anymore! We'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Shen Muchun also smiled and said, "Let's go together."

He hasn't read it either. How can one not look forward to this pioneering masterpiece of the great Mohist master?

Then they mounted their horses, chatting and laughing, and headed straight for Xie's house.

Passersby saw these people galloping towards them, the man was handsome and the woman was pretty, they were in high spirits, and they were riding at the top of their lungs, and they couldn't help but envy them.

When passing by Qunfang Tower, all the beautiful girls on the upper floor came to look.

Qunfanglou is a famous brothel in the capital city. The well-known "Twelve Flower Gods" are all prostitutes who sell their art but not their bodies. Not only do they have outstanding looks, but each of them also has unique skills.

Many high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen were willing to spend a fortune just to see them.

Such a den of gilded entertainment that appeals to both the elite and the masses is naturally a popular place of entertainment for the princes, dignitaries, and literati in the capital.

If Xie Changan hadn't been watching closely, Jiang Li would have wanted to dress up as a man to go and see for herself.

At this time, the prostitutes in Qunfang Tower were getting up at noon to dress up. They saw several people riding horses past downstairs, dressed in fine clothes and riding fast horses. Among them was the handsome and incomparable commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. They all leaned on the railing to look out.

"Master Xie is indeed as handsome as Pan An! What a pity..."

A prostitute said with regret, "Everyone says this man is a eunuch, otherwise I would be willing to die just to have one night of pleasure with him!"

"I wonder how it compares to the prince?"

Peony, the courtesan among the "Twelve Flower Gods", is picking up a peeled grape with her delicate hands and putting it into the mouth of a man in brocade clothes.

Another "Flower God" Shaoyao took the jade cup and fed the man a mouthful of fine wine, and said with a sweet smile: "Of course, the prince is better."

The young man embraced by two beauties, dressed in gorgeous clothes, as beautiful as a jade, is none other than King Wei, Nangong Yonghe!

He smiled slightly, pushed away the beauty who was leaning against him, walked to the railing of the balcony, and stared at the people walking away.

"Did you see the woman wearing the veil? She is none other than Lord Xie's fiancée, Marquis Jing'an."

"I heard that Marquis Jing'an is also a rare beauty."

Princess Mudan smiled and said, "Your Highness, have you ever seen her? How does she compare to us sisters?"

Nangong Yonghe sneered: "With you, are you worthy enough to compare with her?"

"It's like the difference between a fish eye and a pearl, like the difference between heaven and earth!"

Shaoyao refused to give in: "Is she really so beautiful?"

Nangong Yonghe was fascinated: "Zhuangzi once said that on the Miaoguye Mountain, there lived a divine man, whose skin was as white as ice and snow, and whose figure was as graceful as a virgin. He rode on clouds and controlled flying dragons, and roamed beyond the four seas..."

"Gushe Immortal, nothing more than that!"

He looked at the petite figure riding side by side with Xie Changan, which was getting farther and farther away, and his fingers holding the railing gradually tightened.

With a "click" sound, the railing broke.

Amid the exclamations of the prostitutes, Nangong Yonghe snorted coldly and walked away.

So what if they got married? He didn't mind!

One day, he will hold this lovely girl in his arms and never let go!