After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

"Look, Father! The imperial table before you, the dragon throne beneath you, this luxurious palace you live in... which one wasn't made by a craftsman?"

"Even the clothes we wear, the hair crowns we wear, the brushes we hold in our hands, the rice paper we paint on...everything we use is made by craftsmen."

"Reading and learning literature spread ideas, but craftsmen are truly practical people. If we can't improve the current situation of craftsmen...how can we innovate? How can we develop?"

"Just like the purple-hair brush created by my father, if craftsmen continue to innovate, we will build on this foundation and create more brushes made of different materials."

"For example, charcoal pencils, colored pencils, and pens that can write without trembling the ink... Although all of this sounds incredible, how can we be sure that Father won't realize it in time?"

"For example, the carriage that the emperor needs for travel. If a craftsman diligently studies it, we may one day be able to create a carriage that can move forward automatically without the need for a horse!"

"In addition to vehicles, we can also try to research vehicles that can be used to ride in the sky or swim in the sea."

"As long as we want, maybe we can achieve it."

"Furthermore, someone like Lu Xingzhou, who discovered firearms, shouldn't he also be called a master craftsman?"

"If we want to conquer the four corners of the world and unify the world, we will rely on these battlefield weapons."

"As long as we respect knowledge and talent, all of this will surely be realized in the future."

"Father, only then will the true golden age arrive!"

Emperor Yong was stunned by Zhong Ning's trick, and then his expression gradually became complicated.

What she said today was something he had never thought about before.

He even thought that as long as he could maintain the current security, and Dayong still existed and the world was peaceful during his term, he would have been worthy of his ancestors.

But now, Emperor Yong fell into deep thought, and then said:

"You were just fooling me, weren't you? How can a carriage move forward without a horse? Even if those craftsmen are so skilled, they can't create something that can fly!"

"Father, how dare I deceive you? I have already begun researching a device that can fly, and I will also have people research a vehicle that can travel without a horse. In time, I will present it to you, Father."

"But under these conditions, I still ask Your Majesty to approve my request. In the future, these craftsmen will surely be able to bring Your Majesty a unique surprise!"

Zhong Ning talked incessantly and spoke in a very exaggerated way!

Emperor Yong was so annoyed by her nagging that he could only say helplessly, "Never mind. I was originally planning to let you try. I also want to see what kind of scenery this Great Yong will become under your promotion."

"How could this son have such ability? It is all thanks to the wisdom of your father. I was also taught by your father that I want to contribute more to the country!"

Zhong Ning quickly flattered him.

This emperor is very petty and we cannot let him get angry.

"You..." Emperor Yong curled his lips slightly, seeming quite satisfied. "I approve of what you said. Please write down the details and submit them..."

"Yes, thank you, Father!"

"Father is truly the most benevolent father in the world and the most wise emperor."

"Under the leadership of my father, the Great Yong will surely prosper and become stronger. One day, he will unify the country. My father will be worthy of being called the greatest emperor of all time!"

The greatest emperor of all time?

Emperor Yong's eyes revealed a hint of longing!

After Zhong Ning finished speaking, she bowed and took her leave. Emperor Yong looked at her back and pondered for a long time. The day before yesterday, he suddenly dreamed of the late emperor. The late emperor said that God blesses Dayong and specially invited the noble lady here to help and asked him to treat her well.

Emperor Yong thought again of what Fang Ping had said before about the poem being transmitted from another world.

Could it be that there really are immortals descending to this world?

After leaving the Qinzheng Hall, Zhong Ning headed out of the palace. Just as she turned a corner, she met the person she had not been close to for a long time.

Princess Zhaoyang Murong Xin.

Ever since Murong Xin returned to the palace and Murong Lan went to Zhenguo Temple, they rarely saw each other. The last time they met was at the palace banquet on New Year's Eve.

Zhong Ning clearly remembered that Murong Xin looked at her with a look of envy and jealousy, with a hint of strangeness mixed in with the jealousy.

At that time, she suddenly felt that things between them could never go back to the way they were before.

"Sister Ning..." Murong Xin turned around and looked at her with misty eyes.

The girl was wearing a yellow rabbit fur cloak, a pink short cotton robe underneath, and a glazed gold silk pleated skirt.

The whole person looks both delicate and noble.

"Yeah," Zhong Ning replied calmly, then said, "It's freezing cold, why are you standing in the wind?"

"Sister Ning, I'm waiting for you!" Murong Xin lowered his eyes, his fingers were red from the cold, and he curled them into his palms unconsciously, seeming a little nervous.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhong Ning asked.

Murong Xin shook his head slightly, as if realizing something was wrong, and quickly nodded, "I just... don't know how to tell you..."

Murong Xin turned to the side, his eyes far away, his voice hollow. "I envy you...even jealous...you're so capable that even my father values ​​you, but I could never do that..."

Zhong Ning was silent for a moment. This kid must be a little emo.

To be exact, I am just bored!

"Are you very free?"

"What?" Murong Xin was a little surprised.

She thought that when Zhong Ning heard her say this, he would scold her for being heartless or even break up with her.

But I didn't expect Zhong Ning to ask such a question.

Zhong Ning looked her up and down before saying, "If you're free, I have a suggestion. Are you willing to listen?"

Murong Xin: ???

"What...what suggestions?"

"The Imperial Concubine said that at the end of this month, a group of maids aged 25 and over will be released from the palace. After leaving the palace, most of these maids will return home to marry, have children... From then on, their lives will be buried in the harem, and their talents will never be revealed again!"

When Zhong Ning said this, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes:

"Some of them come from the four departments and six bureaus. Some are proficient in embroidery, some can make hairpins, some are good at dressing, some can make clothes, some can weave and dye, and some can take care of flowers and plants..."

"Others are just ordinary maids serving in various palaces..."

"If you could create a place that could provide these people with a job, so that even after they get married, they don't have to be confined to the inner chambers and can put their knowledge to better use... wouldn't that be a great achievement?"

"Although a woman's marriage is a very important matter, she shouldn't have her talents go to waste and only regret it in the harem."

"Instead of staying in the harem, trying to win the favor of men, it is better to have a job that can support yourself, so that you will never lose your confidence."

"And you, Princess Zhaoyang, are the biggest support behind these women!"

"Of course, you can also go back and think about it carefully. If you have made up your mind, tell me within three days and I will lend you a helping hand."