The next day at noon, Fang Er stared blankly at the two delicate bodies on the bed, Chai Yue and Xing'er, sleeping to his left and right.
He lifted the covers and looked at himself. Damn it! What was going on? Why was Xing'er in the bed?
A soft moan.
The lifting of the covers startled Chai Yue, and she looked at Fang Er with a flushed face.
"Lang Jun, you're awake?"
What happened last night? Did I also... Xing'er?
Fang Er didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. Why was he always in a daze, with no memory afterward?
Chai Yue glanced at the still sleeping Xing'er, pinched Fang Er's waist, and said with a coquettish pout, "You got lucky. The Emperor and the others drugged your wine last night."
Hearing this, Fang Er had a vague recollection.
So, what Li Xiaogong added to his wine yesterday wasn't some hundred-year-old snake gall, but a little blue pill!
Was this considered luck?
Well, it probably was!
His eyes swept over the smooth skin of Chai Yue and Xing'er, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
"Now I'm going to change my name, and yours and Xing'er's too."
Chai Yue asked doubtfully, "Change names? How do you want to change them, Lang Jun?"
"Hahahaha, I'll be Chu He, you'll be Dang, and Xing'er will be Wu!"
After a loud laugh, he pulled the covers over and began his shameless activities!
Before Chai Yue could even figure out what was happening, her mouth and nose were sealed by a large mouth. Fine, no need to think about it!
Chu He, Dang Wu, these definitely weren't proper names!
Not long after, Xing'er was also woken up and then pulled by Chai Yue to serve as a substitute.
Beast!
So beastly!
The effect of last night's medicine hadn't worn off yet. How much medicine had those old geezers given Lang Jun?
After a round of morning exercise, Fang Er rubbed his sore lower back, got out of bed with satisfaction, covered the two sleeping girls, then quietly put on his clothes and left the inner room.
Fang Xin outside had been carried away at some point. When he walked out the door, he found no one in the courtyard.
He strolled out of the backyard and went straight to Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao's courtyard. Right, it was called Wentian Temple now.
That old fellow is too shameless!
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Yuan Tiangang fiddling with gunpowder. Several medicinal pillars of varying thickness were placed on the stone table, and the carpenter hired by Lai Yifa stood beside him with a bone knife.
"I'm telling you, the pillar you carved for this old Daoist last time was a bit off!"
"When this old Daoist tested it yesterday, although it flew, it was very unstable. So today, you need to carefully figure out where the problem lies."
"Yes! Yes! This humble one has noted it!"
The carpenter nodded repeatedly as he listened to Yuan Tiangang.
Seeing this, Fang Er walked over and asked Old Yuan with a smile.
"What, did Zhenren Yuan really witness a miracle yesterday?"
"Yo~ Who do I see, it's young friend! Hahahaha!"
Upon hearing Fang Er's voice, Yuan Tiangang immediately got up from his chair and walked towards Fang Er.
As he got closer, he stared at Fang Er's face and kept clicking his tongue.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity! What a pity!"
Fang Er was completely bewildered. He was greeted like this right at the start. What did he mean?
What was so regrettable?
"Hey! You had a great peach blossom tribulation yesterday, and surprisingly, you came out unscathed. Isn't that a pity?"
Yuan Tiangang's words made him even more confused. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't dwell on it. It was all in the past anyway.
He walked to the table, picked up a medicinal pillar, and examined it.
Seeing Fang Er, the carpenter quickly bowed.
"This humble one, Niu Huang, greets Gong Ye!"
Fang Er nodded slightly in return, then extended his right hand to Niu Huang.
"The knife!"
"Yes, Gong Ye."
Niu Huang immediately complied.
Taking the bone knife he handed over and weighing it in his hand, Fang Er silently began to trim the medicinal pillar on the table.
Seeing this, Niu Huang quickly leaned in to watch.
"The knife must be precise and slow, with not the slightest tremor in your wrist!"
"It's better to make ten cuts with one minute difference than one cut with ten minutes difference!"
"Don't be afraid of cutting too little, just be afraid of cutting too much."
"In the future, when you work, tie a brick to your wrist. This will help you practice your control better."
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This medicinal pillar was about twenty centimeters long and about five centimeters in diameter. As Fang Er trimmed, he explained the key points to pay attention to while working to Niu Huang.
It was Old Niu's first time receiving his guidance, and he listened intently like a devout believer.
Yuan Tiangang watched the gunpowder shavings fall from the bone knife and stood by silently.
He was skilled at making medicinal pillars, but trimming them was beyond him. This was too precise a job for ordinary people.
An hour later, Fang Er placed the bone knife on the table, held the medicinal pillar with both hands, and looked at Yuan Tiangang, "Where is the model casing?"
Old Yuan quickly handed over a steel cylinder. The cylinder's shape was similar to a rocket in later generations.
It was a cylinder at the bottom and a cone at the top. This was the experimental casing for the medicinal pillar.
After carefully placing and securing the medicinal pillar, Fang Er smiled, "Shall we try it outside?"
"Hahahaha, good! Let's try it. It's not that this Daoist is bragging, but this medicinal pillar has no problems now!"
Yuan Tiangang looked smug. Ever since he met Fang Er, he had been dealing with gunpowder, so he had a mysterious confidence in what he created.
Fang Er held the assembled model and walked ahead, with Yuan Tiangang following happily. Niu Huang also quickly followed.
The three of them left the Duke's mansion, drove for a distance, and then placed the model on the cement road.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Er took out a roll of toilet paper from his pocket, tore off a long strip of two meters, folded it in half, and spread it flat at the bottom of the model.
After igniting the far end, he quickly drove away with Old Yuan and Niu Huang, retreating a hundred meters to observe.
The toilet paper was burning rapidly, and the flame was getting closer to the bottom of the model.
Through the telescope, a dazzling bright flame rose from below, igniting the medicinal pillar.
The two-meter-long conical steel cylinder, under the action of tremendous thrust, quickly flew towards the sky.
From a distance, it looked like a skyrocket trailing a shining ball of light.
The three immediately opened the car doors and jumped out, tracking the flight path of the skyrocket with their telescopes.
To the naked eye, it seemed to be flying very stably, with negligible influence from the wind.
"Hahahaha, this is the miracle! This is the miracle this Daoist wanted!"
Yuan Tiangang stroked his beard, watching the model flying higher and higher in the sky and laughing.
Fang Er also nodded with satisfaction. It flew!
If this thing were equipped with a warhead and a fuse, it could completely be used as a rocket projectile!