How could that cunning brother, who fought with him vigorously and with all kinds of tricks, have an incurable terminal disease? He was not yet thirty years old.

"Your Majesty, I'm just talking, you don't have to take it to heart." Ji Xiang comforted him and stopped analyzing.

It's better to let Xuanyuan Yao calm down and make plans again.

She has done everything she can do.

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The accessories handmade by craftsmen are too rough and extremely difficult to assemble.

What a mini BB gun, the essence is in a small word. It was made by ancient blacksmiths and came to the size of a "three-eight big cover" used to fight Japanese devils.

Ji Xiang pretended and laughed at the same time. After seven or eight days, it was finally completed.

Unfortunately, it can only be used as a model.

If this kind of finished product is taken out, her brand will be ruined.

It seems that just having ideas and technology is not enough.

The process must be improved and a few auxiliary manufacturing tools must be made first.

Ji Xiang found a new goal and began to immerse himself in research again. He turned his back on what was going on outside the window and was immersed in the joy of creation.

The New Year is about to come, and Xuanyuan Yao is busy again, rewarding the three armies, distributing military pay, comforting the soldiers, and running non-stop. He often returns to the mansion late at night, then falls into the auspicious bed and sleeps until dawn.

Sometimes, she really suspected that he did it on purpose and refused to leave, using exhaustion as an excuse.

However, as soon as she saw Xuanyuan Yao's two panda eyes, her heart softened again.

She gave up her position resignedly and wrapped him up in her quilt. Under the dim candlelight, she was busy drawing pictures. Occasionally she raised her eyes and forgot about his handsome face sleeping soundly and relaxed. He was like a child who didn't care about the world, and his whole heart was astonished.
Chapter completed!