PNB Chapter 281 Successfully Recovered 1 Person
Chapter 281 Successfully Recovered 1 Person
Chapter 281 Successfully Recovering One Person
Huangfu Qian knew what blueprints Xia Mo was going to produce, and his expression became somewhat serious.
At the end of summer, he took out the blueprints for making the cannon and delivered them to Huangfu Qian.
Huangfu Qian covered up the important structural parts so that the Prince of Yan could also see them.
"Cannons?! One shot can raze a house to the ground! This..." The Prince of Yan felt a tightness in his chest when he saw the description next to the blueprint.
With the cannon blueprints in his hands, who in the entire country could be his match?
Inside the guest room of the Prince of Yan's Mansion—
The blueprints had just been completed when Young Master Lan, who was being carried to the bed, started convulsing even more violently, and his main quest progress dropped by another ten percent!
Upon seeing this, the live-streaming system residing in Young Master Lan's brain increased the intensity of the electric shocks.
A large amount of smoke began to rise from Lan Gongzi's head, and his skin became dry, wrinkled, and peeling, as if all the moisture had been drained from it! His body quickly became shriveled and withered.
Although the imperial physician who was summoned could not discern anything wrong with Young Master Lan's condition, he knew that Young Master Lan was severely dehydrated.
"Quick, give him water! Give him water! No, just giving him water won't work, we need a big bathtub! Put him in the water!"
The imperial physician and the others surrounding Young Master Lan were all terrified and turned pale.
When people actually soaked in the water, they found that the water was boiling, and anyone who touched the water was electrocuted.
The imperial physician was dumbfounded. Why was there electricity in Young Master Lan's body?!
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In the garden of the Prince of Yan's residence, where the banquet was held—
After Huangfu Qian finished looking at the cannon's blueprints, he tore them up on the spot, used his ability to turn them into something like fine sand, and then threw them away.
"What is Seventh Brother doing?" The Prince of Yan's heart jumped.
“I have the blueprints memorized,” Huangfu Qian said.
"Lord Anjia, do you still remember the contents of the blueprints?" Princess Yan approached Xia Mo and asked in a low voice.
Princess Yan, harboring ambitions to obtain the blueprints.
"I only glanced at it when I received it, and after realizing it was a cannon blueprint, I sealed it away and put it away. It wasn't until I handed it over that I took a second look," Xia Mo replied.
Princess Yan didn't quite believe what Xia Mo said.
Xia Mo whispered a reminder: "Your Highness, Young Master Chen has collapsed and can't get up. Aren't you going to check on him?"
"Young Master Chen..."
Princess Yan then noticed that another young master from a prominent family had suddenly collapsed during the banquet.
Princess Yan's heart clenched suddenly, as if something was pressing down on it. She hurriedly urged, "Quickly, carry Young Master Chen to the guest room and fetch the imperial physician!"
The Prince of Yan, who was scheming, was awakened by the voice of the Princess of Yan. He looked at the servants rushing towards Young Master Chen, and his heart tightened.
Xia Mo then magically produced two kinds of crop seeds and handed them to Huangfu Qian: "These are potatoes and sweet potatoes found overseas. The planting methods have also been recorded in the box. I'm sending them to Prince Jiang."
She had to be quicker and steal the spotlight in front of everyone!
According to the rules set by the invading beings, the more destitute the original owner is, the more their luck will be lost and stolen by the plunderers. Conversely, the more prosperous the original owner is, the more the stolen luck will return. She has drawn the luck threads of the four people back to herself. Now, the more prosperous she is, the more luck will return to her.
Huangfu Qian nodded and took the two items into his hands.
Although these two crops haven't been planted yet, this world knows that their power and effects are still a highlight of late summer.
At the banquet, Master Wan suddenly clutched his chest, quickly bid farewell to those around him, and had his attendants help him leave. Once back in his carriage, he collapsed.
Because Master Wan was clutching his chest, everyone assumed he had suffered a sudden heart attack and didn't connect his condition with that of Young Master Li and the others.
At the banquet—
Huangfu Qian asked Jiang Feng to come over and handed him the two boxes of plant seeds that Xia Mo had given him.
Jiang Feng was somewhat confused. Hadn't Xia Mo already privately handed these over to the master so that the farm could try planting them? Why was it being handed over publicly again?
Jiang Feng couldn't understand it. If he thought Xia Mo wanted credit, Xia Mo wasn't that kind of person.
I'm not sure.
Huangfu Qian roughly understood why Xia Mo had refused so many banquets, waiting for this one.
The Prince of Yan's mansion held a banquet, and almost everyone of some status and position in the capital attended, except for the current emperor and the concubines who were not allowed to leave the palace.
By making a name for herself in front of these people at the end of summer, she was essentially making a name for herself in front of the whole world, which would help her quickly regain the luck that had been stolen from her.
Huangfu Qian cooperated with the performance.
Huangfu Qian was usually a man of few words, but when he saw the economic benefits of growing potatoes and sweet potatoes described in the planting brochure, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, though not outwardly obvious.
To outsiders, the fact that these two crops could elicit a look of surprise from Huangfu Qian shows that they truly have great value!
Those present, disregarding those who had fallen or left, all looked at Xia Mo with astonishment.
"In front of everyone, I would like to present another gift to His Highness Prince Jiang," Xia Mo said, flipping her hand over to reveal a wooden box.
Princess Consort of Yan hurriedly said, "Lord Anjia, this is a banquet at the Prince of Yan's residence!"
The subtext is: Shouldn't you be sending gifts to the Prince of Yan's residence?!
Xia Mo glanced at the Princess Consort of Yan. She was busy showing off, so the Princess Consort of Yan shouldn't come and cause trouble!
Xia Mo said, "There are six and a half volumes of ancient collections here. They contain rare and excellent articles. Unfortunately... one of them is only half a volume. Those tomb raiders probably thought these rare books were worthless."
Huangfu Qian nodded, took the wooden box which was three times larger than before, and deliberately opened it in front of everyone.
"Be careful!"
A reminder at the end of summer.
But it was too late.
Huangfu Qian opened the wooden box. Inside, some of the very old papers had been blown out of the box, loosened by the wind like sand.
"His-"
"Quickly, put the wooden box inside!"
Those who understood the rarity of ancient books urged him to hurry.
“Paper pages like these, decayed by time, will be like this,” a civil official immediately said nervously.
Huangfu Qian understood the meaning behind Xia Mo's gaze, but still reached into the wooden box and took out the poorly preserved and incomplete ancient book, carefully flipping through it a few times.
The civil officials and Prince Yan who were surrounding Huangfu Qian also saw what Huangfu Qian saw.
"This article looks very familiar to me."
"Isn't this an article that Young Master Lan wrote before? He just changed the place names and some wording."
"I never expected this..."
Those people were senior officials of the first or second rank in the imperial court. They saw the problem and spoke up on it immediately, without caring about prestigious families like the Lan family.
"His-"
Hearing these people speak, many people present looked at each other in bewilderment.
Inside the guest room of the Prince of Yan's mansion, Young Master Lan, who was soaking in a bucket of water, had lost one percent of his main quest progress, bringing his total progress to thirty-five percent.
In the front yard, late summer continues...
“I have another box here. It’s not made of paper, but it has paper on it. It looks like bamboo slips. I don’t know if it can be repaired,” Xia Mo sighed and then magically produced another box.
"Hiss, this is probably an ancient book from an even more ancient dynasty!"
Huangfu Qian opened the box, glanced at the rolled-up bamboo slips, closed the lid, and handed it to Jiang Feng.
Xia Mo took out the ancient bamboo slips that looked like they were from a much older calendar to increase credibility.
really……
Those present began to question Lan Gongzi's past poems, lyrics, and articles, and no longer trusted him.
As Xia Mo felt the last bit of luck emanating from Young Master Lan converge into her body, her eyes lit up as she looked at Huangfu Qian, a slight, imperceptible smile playing on her lips.