"Well, that's a good idea. If Shuiyang is serious about it, let's do it like this."

Lin Zhihuang nodded and looked up to see Fang Qingbo leaning in front of him, looking like he was begging for praise, and couldn't help but smile.

"Is it tiring to make this thing? You are still injured now, don't wear out your body." Lin Zhihuang raised his hand and stroked the top of Fang Qingbo's hair, worried.

"Don't be tired. This thing has already been built. Doing it again is time-consuming. There is no need to use your brain or record. It is very easy." Fang Qingbo immediately replied.

After saying this, Fang Qingbo was afraid that Emperor Lin Zhihuang would not believe it, so he continued: "Cui Guo can also be an assistant to help me, it's really not tiring! There are still more than a month before you hold the celebration to announce the reserve talents of Zhongguan, and there is enough time.

"

Lin Zhihuang chuckled softly, nodded and said: "It will be good if you are not too tired. Then I will wait for Shuiyang to make something good."

Fang Qingbo saw that Lin Zhihuang only cared about his body but did not praise him. He couldn't help but get closer and looked at Lin Zhihuang longingly with his round eyes.

"Lord..."

Lin Zhihuang couldn't help laughing again when he saw Fang Qingbo's longing eyes. If she continued to pretend not to know and didn't praise Fang Qingbo in words, she was afraid that he would cry in front of her in the next moment.

When Lin Zhihuang thought of this, the smile in his eyes became even greater, and then he praised with a smile: "I am really capable of Shui Yang. During the period of recuperation, I was able to create such a rare thing. I am really a rare talent in the world."

Scholar!"

Fang Qingbo's face suddenly bloomed, he straightened up happily, rolled his sleeves and laughed loudly: "My lord, it's just a little thing, how can it be worthy of my lord to praise Qingbo so highly?"

Fang Qingbo said something self-effacing, but the smug expression on his face said otherwise.

Everyone present couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

Ever since Fang Qingbo surrendered to Lin Zhihuang as his master, he has never ceased to feel that he is truly a talented person.

No one could know how happy he was under Lin Zhihuang.

Let’s not talk about Lin Zhihuang’s recognition of him. She was generous in providing him with it, but the manpower and material resources to carry out experimental research are really not something that anyone can do.

Since Fang Qingbo joined Lin Zhihuang, he did not dare to calculate how much money he had spent on researching mine explosions and other new things.

Because...it really cost a lot...

When he was at home, if his parents had allowed him to study and consume himself like this, not even ten Fang families would be able to defeat him like this.

The Lord really supports and trusts him in every sense of the word.

With this in mind, Fang Qingbo took out an iron cylinder as thick as a stick from his sleeve pocket, handed it to the attendant Xiao Qi, and ordered him to light it in front of the window and sit on the ground.

After Xiao Qi went out as ordered, Fang Qingbo respectfully asked Lin Zhihuang to go to the window and look at something more.

Lin Zhihuang saw that Fang Qingbo had something good to show, so he got up with a smile and followed him to the window, and made some space so that Lou Hang, who was leaning on the couch in the wing room, could watch what Fang Qingbo was doing without getting up.

something to show.

After all, if she hadn't come today, these things that Fang Qingbo had brought would have been shown to Lou Hang.

Although everything will eventually be donated to her as the lord, Fang Qingbo brought the things at this time definitely to relieve Lou Hang's boredom.

Lou Hang noticed that Lin Zhihuang followed Fang Qingbo to the window, and specially made room for him to look out. He was even more moved by Lin Zhihuang's attentiveness.

On the open space in the yard outside the window, the waiter was the small iron barrel given by Fang Qingbo, and the socket reached the ground.

After the iron tube was lit, a white smoke was emerged first, and then the sound of breaking the empty air in the iron cylinder, one thing rose vertically into the sky nearly a hundred feet, and left a very bright red when he was lifting.

Fog line.

"This is ..." Signal bomb?

Lin Zhihuang saw what Fang Qingbo showed, his eyes were bright.

"Lord, what do you think of this thing? In addition to red, I can also make other colors. This thing can be used as a positioning warning on the way to march. Different colors can give different meanings. What do you see?"

"Good things!"

Lin Zhihuang looked back and looked back at Fang Qingbo on his side. The eyes of Feng's eyes were all affirmative: "The king's water, indeed a good thing."

Fang Qingbo's lower jaw suddenly raised higher, and he stood up and said: "Can be worried about the master, it is the honor of Qingbo."

The protagonist is really his Bole.

Because he loves making some magical things, his father and mother are very incomprehensible, and often reprimand him from the waste of the family.

God knows that he just loves these magical things. Why do you want to look at him with a look -like look like a waste?

That's right, Fang Qingbo, no matter how stubbornly behaved and heartless, he has always been very inferior in his heart.

When people around me watched you with the eyes of hate iron and steel, even if they didn't say anything, this look would cause people's inferiority.

In addition, Fang Qingbo is not a real dull person. He understands the eyes of others and the implicit meaning in the discourse. Therefore, this kind of inferiority is almost engraved into Fang Qingbo's bones.

In the past, Fang Qingbo was very dissatisfied and inferior.

Until he encountered the fruit that understood him, only Cuiguo knew his "extraordinary", understood all his weird ideas, and supported him to continue what he wanted to do. He would also do what he wanted to do with him.

Things, so he regards Cuiguo as a soul companion and likes Cui Guo very much.

Later, he met again at a glance.

The appearance of Lin Zhihuang really made him retrieved.

Fang Qingbo looked at Lin Zhihuang, who was holding his jaw and looked at him with a smile, and suddenly his mouth was lying, his face wrinkled into a ball and cried.

Fang Qingbo's move was unexpected, and Cuiguo was in two steps in two steps. He even asked Fang Qingbo what happened, but his hand hurt again.

"Shuiyang?" Lin Zhihuang was unknown, so he looked at Fang Qingbo, who was squatting on the ground, and hesitated. He hesitated.

"Lord, don't worry, Qing Bo just thought of the previous situation, and then compared the environment where you are in the current, so happy, can you not see it?"

Lin Zhihuang: "......."

Lou Hang, who leaned on the couch, laughed and laughed, and teased: "The protagonist praises you on the ground and tears on the ground. Fang Erlangjun really is a child."

"I'm a child! I have been over 28 years old, and I am a big husband!" Fang Qingbo heard the words, stood up at a time, and refused to accept the way.

Lin Zhihuang raised his eyebrows and exposed Fang Qingbo's shortness: "When Hu Qi laughed at your coquettish last time, you also said that you are only two eight, and you can't count as a big husband?"

"Lord!" Fang Qingbo blushed.
Chapter completed!