Xuanyuan Yao drank half of the wine and swallowed it down. The spicy taste in his mouth gradually warmed up his cold body. "I am tired and not in the mood to play the game of wedding flowers and candles. It would be good to find a place to be quiet and quiet."

When your body is tired, you have no interest. When you have eaten and drank enough, and you are overwhelmed with trivial matters, you have no time to pay attention to it.

If you are not interested, you are not interested. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is as sweet as honey, but if she harbors evil intentions, she still cannot be contaminated.

Who knows that after a moment of pleasure, what awaits him will be a sharp knife to cut his throat, or a poisonous medicine to seal his throat after seeing blood?

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Two months passed by, and Baili Jixiang and Xuanyuan Yao, a makeshift couple, had not even met.

Xuanyuan Yao had something important in hand, so he took care of it personally and was extremely busy. It was almost completely dark before he could return to the palace every night.

Baili Jixiang, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware that Prince Yi Zun, who was her husband, lived in the palace. She just did what she liked and did not even ask for information about Xuanyuan Yao.

If you miss the huge Yizun Palace, it will be no different from the ends of the world.

Nuanyang Pavilion was undergoing extensive construction work, and the princess personally directed the construction of several strange-looking buildings.

The housekeeper hired six blacksmiths, but unfortunately Princess Yizun only left three. She seemed a little dissatisfied, saying that the workmanship was too rough and she was afraid that she would not be able to do the job. This made the three most famous craftsmen in the capital angry.

Her orifices were filled with smoke, and if it wasn't for her identity, she would have gone away long ago.

This situation only lasted for the time of a cup of tea.

Princess Yizun, who flattered the principle of talking less and doing more, took out a stack of paper and distributed it to the three blacksmiths. When they took it, they looked disdainful, but they saw clearly everything on the paper, as well as the many iron ore quenching methods marked next to it.

At that time, everyone seemed to be suffering from epilepsy, their bodies twitching constantly.

"You call yourself master craftsmen, but if you can't make this thing, go back and smash the sign yourself." Ji Xiang didn't talk much, and every word was heartfelt, not caring whether others would be unhappy after hearing it.

She works at a very fast pace, and if she can't keep up, she doesn't like to have useless people as assistants.

Back in ancient times, the standard of auspiciousness had dropped to its lowest point. If she worked hard and wrote down the method word by word, but they were still unable to do anything, then she would have no choice but to find someone else.

That would be very troublesome.
Chapter completed!