Against the dim lights, those stunning eyes seemed to shine with stars, but their serious expressions suppressed the brightness in their bones, revealing the intellectual nature of a noble lady in the palace.

The shoulders were as if they were shaved, and the long black hair was spread on the back, the ends were at the waist, the waist was full, and the round buttocks were connected below. The lines were perfect to the extreme, just like a ripe jade peach, placed on a stool, making people even feel that an old stool was not worthy of such a perfect buttocks.

"Are you back?"

"Well, I just went around and everything was normal and there was nothing unusual. I also found a few women's dresses. Although they were old, they were very clean."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes closed at once. He did not look closely at the charming waistline of the grandmother of the concubine. After putting down the random objects, he came to the desk and looked down at him.

The flat wooden board has been engraved with dense small characters. Shangguan Lingye’s golden hairpin is a magic weapon to assist in the condensation of energy. It is made of gold sperm. It is not much different from carving tofu when dealing with ordinary wood. Its technique is very fast. There is also a wooden board next to it that has been carved.

Zuo Lingquan looked at it briefly and said unexpectedly: "Is this a secular metallurgy method? How can the empress do this?"

Shangguan Lingye's eyelashes were not raised, and he carefully engraved small characters and said casually:

"Will this palace be very strange? People who practice cultivation are starting at the age of six, do you think they are all learning to fight and kill?"

Zuo Lingquan is a disciple who was not selected by Qihuang Valley. He has not received formal sect education. He shook his head and said with a smile:

"I even have a lot of stuff to build a earthen stove. I really don't know that the sect will teach these things."

"If you want to live forever, you have to learn to survive first. In practice, people will have to leave their masters and work hard on their own; they will easily get lost in some barren lands when they are practicing outside. In order to improve their survival rate, the sect will teach their disciples how to use their hands to create simple alchemy furnaces, weapon furnaces, magic arrays, practice caves, etc. in desperate situations. This involves metallurgy, exploration, tool making, material synthesis and other aspects, and can usually be learned by the age of twelve. All kinds of tools used in the world are spread from the path of practice. Don't think that immortals have no magical powers, and they are no different from mortals."

Shangguan Lingye frowned strangely when he said this:

"This place is too backward, and there are not many common things. You can't even refine ordinary iron. You can't make weapons too long. You are still using a short sword. It looks like you have been isolated from the world for thousands of years. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, I wouldn't have imagined that there is such a backward place in Jiuzhou."

Zuo Lingquan didn't know the situation outside the Nine Sects, so he didn't comment on this, just said:

"If you don't have a foundation, you may not be able to learn these things."

"I just taught simple things, such as Dayan's standard weapons and armor, how to make various daily tools, etc. The description is so detailed that it cannot be more detailed, and the common materials that can be seen everywhere. If you can't learn it, you can only say that they are not lucky."

Shangguan Lingye turned the wooden board over and continued to engrave the letters:

"In the chaotic times, saving a hundred people is useless. You can only support one hero to pacify the world, so that the people of a country can live a peaceful life. Today, Jiang Heng is a benevolent monarch from the perspective of his nature, it depends on whether he has such luck."

Zuo Lingquan also felt that Jiang Heng had the demeanor of a leader, and he thought for a while and said:

"It will take several months for the county town to last, and metallurgy will take at least a few years to achieve results. The investment is not small, and it feels that far-reaching water cannot quench near thirst."

"I am not stupid. I remember that sign is a military method, such as attacking and defending cities and other military means. The secular dynasties of the nine sects do not fight, but it does not mean that I don't want to fight. The Emperor Dayan dreamed of swallowing the Emperor's Divine Dynasties, secretly scheduling troops and setting up formations all day long, and studying how to train troops with his ministers. I thought I didn't know. After eighty years, I should listen. As long as the rebels outside do not make stupid, three hundred people are enough to swallow the world."

"What should I do if I can't even eat enough..."

Shangguan Lingye stopped the seal carving movement, supported his side face with his hands, raised his eyes and looked at Zuo Lingquan:

"The question you can think of is impossible for me? Or do I think my ability is not good, and I can't even help a bunch of mortals?"

Zuo Lingquan felt it was very difficult. When he saw that the concubine was unhappy, he said with a smile:

"I just didn't expect the Empress to be so knowledgeable. Having this heart is better than letting them die by themselves. I will teach you the method. Whether you succeed depends on their own fortune."

Shangguan Lingye hummed softly and continued to start engraving:

"I don't know much, most of them were recorded in the palace, but it's enough to put it in this place. Do you need to add anything?"

Zuo Lingquan suffered a heavy blow when he was a child in making glass. He didn't get any idea about these things, so naturally there was no suggestion. He turned around and walked out the door:

"I'll go cook. A bag of 10 kilograms of rice and meat will probably be full. As long as the Empress recovers her strength, it's not difficult to kill the old devil with bare hands and empty punches."

Shangguan Lingye sat at the desk and wrote carefully, and said with a little satisfaction:

"good."

?!

Zuo Lingquan paused, turned his head slightly, and his expression was very strange.

The weirdness is not because of the word "benevolent" that comes suddenly, but because of the two of them, one is writing hard at the desk, and the other is virtuous to cook. How come this identity feels the opposite...

Shangguan Lingye blinked his beautiful eyes, and seemed to have noticed this. He smiled "Puff~" and turned his head:

"How about we change it, and you will write it?"

This smile came from the heart, and Bai Mei suddenly felt like the dark room was a little brighter.

Zuo Lingquan opened his mouth and finally accepted this fact, saying generously:

"A real man can bend and stretch, so I'd better go and cook."

"I have to tell Jiang Yi about this, she will definitely laugh at you."

"Don't, what's there to say about this? Isn't it?"

Tuanzi was still squatting under the eaves and chatting with the old hen. He heard this and said, "Ji?" and found Zuo Lingquan going to the kitchen with a rice bag, jumped forward two more steps, spreading his small wings and "Jijiji..." very seriously.

Zuo Lingquan understood the meaning this time - he told him not to cook salted fish rice, otherwise he would tell Jingyin to let Jingyin laugh at him for the rest of his life.

Zuo Lingquan said confidently:

"Don't worry, I won't make salted fish rice, because there is no salted fish. This time I make the broth rice, it's guaranteed to be delicious."

Tuanzi was a little suspicious, maybe he was worried, so he flew to Zuo Lingquan's shoulder, looking like a 'bird commanding you'.

Tuanzi followed Tang Jingyan for many years, and stood beside the stove and looked at the pot every day. Her cooking skills must be better than Zuo Lingquan, a rich young man.
Chapter completed!