Chapter 65 The Little Inventor

The weather in Guangzhou is so hot. Ye Zhao has been back from Taiping Mansion for a few days. There is a matchmaker on the front line, so there is no need to worry. However, after a short peak purchase period of overseas bonds, they are gradually unsold. Some construction projects that raise funds in the London financial market have also been coldly accepted. Of course, this should be a few months ago. I don’t know what the situation in the London financial market is now.

There is no doubt that the Southern Dynasties needed to give overseas investors confidence. Without a massive amount of bonds, it was difficult to maintain huge infrastructure expenditures based on the current fiscal revenue of the Southern Dynasties and the military expenditures sprinkled with water.

On the one hand, the improvement of the financial system is also on the other hand. The most important thing is to allow investors to see the bright future of China's economic development.

Therefore, in recent days, Ye Zhao has paid great attention to Sanchez's generator project, but obviously, it is still necessary to solve many problems if it truly obtains stable voltage and current and applies it to industrial or even civilian use. In one or two years, it would be an unimaginable miracle if the thermal power plant project can be launched.

Although he was unwilling to give up, the development speed of the Southern Dynasties could only slow down temporarily. The territory of control was large, but in fact, the fiscal revenue did not increase much. Most of the occupied areas were in ruins and needed to cultivate vitality. Moreover, from the macro perspective, economic regulation obviously includes Ye Zhao, how to use limited silver on the edge and how to adjust the economic layout. Ye Zhao is one big and two big, and how to govern a country, isn’t it that simple?

Big policies and big invention Ye Zhao racked his brains, but small inventions could not be ignored.

What kind of invention? Rong'er's.

The smoking room on the first floor of the Lotus Building, outside the blue glass, strange stones and fairy wood, green lotus, and the scenery is amazing.

The doors and windows are closed tightly, and copper basins of ice are placed on all corners of the walls. Just like London and Paris, selling ice in Guangzhou is now a business. The Regent's Mansion has several ice machines and specially set up ice-making rooms. Only the Regent's Mansion can be so luxurious that it uses ice to cool the room. Of course, it is only a few bedrooms of Fojin and a smoking room on the first floor.

Ye Zhao put on big shorts and T-shirt again. Two little maids slapped the fan lightly next to him, and their pretty faces were a little red. They wanted to see the prince more, but they didn't dare.

Rong'er is also very refreshing in dressing, and she can wear it like this in Lotus Tower. She has a white silk shirt and shorts, and the silk is of excellent texture, silky and soft, and it is extremely cool to wear.

Looking at Rong'er's exposed crystal and slender arms and legs, and the cute Xiaoxue foot holding the red embroidered slippers, Ye Zhao was a little swallowed.

There were also two little maids next to Rong'er. In fact, this was the most beautiful lady who was longing for in the Lotus Tower. She was a cool house for the prince and the concubine.

The smoking room became Rong'er's laboratory. Ye Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, but it was good. In fact, he rarely smoked with it. The exhaust system was designed with a little extra, so it would be better to be a laboratory for Rong'er.

Rong'er is studying juicer. Of course, the juicer she is studying is not as violent as later generations, and it is both a blade and a flywheel.

The juicer she studied was quite beautiful and simple. The sketch she drew was made by a small machine factory affiliated to the Guangzhou Steel Factory. It was made of a large mushroom-shaped metal cup with a flower-shaped metal column on it. There was a handle on the metal column. When you wanted to squeeze juice, put oranges or apples and other fruits on the metal cup. Turn the handle and the metal column would slowly press down and stir. The fruit was crushed, and there was a filter on the cup. The juice fell, but the residue could not fall.

Looking at this beautiful juicer, Ye Zhao laughed. This is much more scientific than the juicer he tinkered with. The invention starts with eating and drinking, which is good.

In fact, Rong'er didn't do anything from beginning to end, but the sketch concept was what she thought of, and it was indeed her invention.

In fact, Ye Zhao was quite surprised. This little thing was too lively. Ye Zhao also found that Rong'er was extremely smart. She might have an adaptation process at first accepting new knowledge. Now, she is very good at talking about chemical element physics knowledge, especially interested in the principle of electric current transmission. She always pesters herself to ask questions, and often asks about ideas.

Will Rong'er become a scientist in the future, right? Ye Zhao was a little ridiculous and never dreamed that there would be a little scientist's wife.

"My husband, I'll give you a drink." Rong'er brought the orange and yellow juice in the small white jade porcelain cup and brought it over, smiling sweetly.

Looking at Rong'er's innocent and clean smile, Ye Zhao felt that he was a bit guilty of always having bad thoughts. He smiled and took the cup and said, "It's delicious."

"Lie! You haven't even drunk it!" Rong'er pouted sweetly, ran to get her cup, then returned to the sofa, sat next to Ye Zhao, with a pair of snow-white and crystal calves, and sat straight. She had developed a sitting posture since childhood, which was very dignified.

With his eyes slanted, Ye Zhao couldn't help but see Rong'er's slightly bulging soft breasts, a red bellyband on her snow-white neck, and her heart pounded twice, and she quickly turned her head and drank juice.

"My husband, is the sound also a kind of wave? It is a kind of substance, otherwise how can it vibrate the film? The airflow of the speech cannot spray it." Rong'er asked curiously, holding the small cup.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Yes, there is a membrane in our ears. If the vibration is transmitted to the brain through the nerves, you can feel the sound."

"Oh!" Rong'er pointed her little head as if she was ignorant and said, "Can the things that man thinks in his heart turn into waves?"

Ye Zhao laughed: "Then you have to practice internal skills and learn to transmit voices into secrets."

Rong'er secretly smiled and said nothing.

Ye Zhaoqi said: "What's wrong?"

Rong'er whispered: "My husband, the story you told is that the internal power transmits the sound waves from the mouth. It means that you can use internal power to send the sound waves to the ears of the person he wants to send, so others cannot hear it. It is a method of using internal power to control the sound waves."

Ye Zhao was stunned and thought about it. It seemed that this was the case. Seeing Rong'er secretly looking at him as if she had done something wrong, Ye Zhao pinched her nose with a funny look and said, "My wife is getting smarter and smarter."

Rong'er smiled sweetly.

Before the two went back to their room to take a nap, Rong'er squeezed several large glasses of juice. She insisted on holding a large cup and going back to Jinzhan Pavilion with her husband.

Although Rong'er looks like a little girl, Ye Zhao is talking about more and more topics with her. Every day before going to bed, the couple has to chat around the world for a long time. In fact, most of the time, Ye Zhao is naturally teasing her.

"My husband, I'm not sleeping anymore, so I'll knit you gloves."

The red shelf bed was raised high with a golden hook. Ye Zhao sat on the bedside cushion on the head of the bed and waved to Rong'er. Rong'er obediently sat by the bed, elegantly took off her embroidered slippers, turned to the bed. In the gorgeous red brocade tent, the little bitch also sat next to Ye Zhao, shoulder to shoulder with Ye Zhao.

The maid brought a large glass of juice and Rong'er's milky yellow gloves halfway. Rong'er placed the large juice with straw on the sandalwood dragon and phoenix plate stretched out from the head of the bedside, so that she could turn her head to bite the straw juice while knitting the gloves.

Ye Zhao looked at Xiao Budian knitting gloves for himself, and felt warm in his heart, and smiled and said, "Don't knit today, sit with me for a while."

"Oh." Rong'er put the gloves aside.

The couple sat shoulder to shoulder at the head of the bed, Rong'er holding a small mouthful of juice.

Although Rong'er and Ye Zhao were sitting side by side, they were obviously smaller than Ye Zhao. The tender, crystal clear and small snow feet could just reach Ye Zhao's calves.

"Do you drink, my husband." Rong'er handed the big cup to Ye Zhao. Ye Zhao smiled and shook his head, reached out and hugged Rong'er's little shoulder, signaled Rong'er to put the juice aside with his eyes, and said, "Lying down, my husband hugged you for a nap." His voice trembled slightly, the weather was stuffy, and his heart became hot. This young and cute little *** wife was swaying in front of her, and now she was on the bed again, causing Ye Zhao's heart to get messy, just like this little bit was ice cube that could cool down, and she really wanted to hold her in her arms.

Rong'er didn't doubt it, so she put down the juice and followed Ye Zhao on the soft pillow. She was hugged tightly by her husband. She felt that her husband was hot. Rong'er whispered: "My husband, do you want to eat ice?"

Ye Zhao shook his head, hugged Rong'er's small body, his legs clamped with Rong'er's slender calf, and he felt that his small body was cold and crystal clear. Looking at Rong'er's big innocent and clear eyes, the evil and guilty feeling was like a cat's claw tickling his heart. Subconsciously, he stretched out his mouth and gently kissed Rong'er's long eyelashes. His lips were itchy and strangely comfortable.

Rong'er chuckled and said, "My husband, are my eyelashes ice?"

The tender and clear voice made Ye Zhao's heart beat again, and he whispered in Rong'er's ear: "Come on, kiss my husband."

Only then did Rong'er understand what was going on. It wasn't that. Her husband's hot body was the same as that night.

Although the experience that night was terrible, Rong'er also knew that her husband would always hold it in, which would hurt her health. She was her husband's wife, and even if it hurts so much, she would not disappoint her husband.

Close your eyes tightly, but you felt that the hot and harder ball of your husband on your knees became bigger and bigger, like a huge fire iron. Rong'er remembered that night again. She was so scared that her little face turned pale, and her little brows became tighter and tighter, as if she was about to go to the execution ground.

"Don't be afraid." The gentle voice of my husband suddenly came from my ears, "Rong'er, don't be afraid, don't worry, this time is different." Then, I felt my husband's hot lips slowly move from his neck and buried in front of his chest through his red bellyband.

Ye Zhao kissed every inch of her skin with sympathy. She felt that her little body was getting softer and softer. Rong'er's snow-white hands tightly grabbed the red brocade quilt, and her little feet also began to kick around the brocade quilt...

Through the screen, the two little maids blushed and bit their lips, look at me, I look at you.

The curtain and screen could vaguely see the prince taking off his clothes on the inner room rack bed, while the little concubine's breathing became more and more uneven.

The two little maids' faces became redder and their bodies became hotter and hotter. They didn't dare to look at the screen, but they seemed to be able to always glimpse the movements in the inner room behind the screen, and they seemed to be able to see the prince's agile body slowly falling down. Then, the little maids's tender and swaying "Yeah", even though the two little maids were women, they couldn't help but feel a heat in the lower abdomen, and the prince's breathing became extremely heavy. Obviously, the immersive prince could not stand such a temptation of the fairy sound.

The bed slowly creaked. The little concubine's slender legs were so weak compared to the prince's strong buttocks and thighs. In a very sharp contrast, she gently spread them on the prince's buttocks, which made people unconsciously worry whether these slender legs could withstand the prince's storm.

Finally, the prince seemed to have noticed something, and leaned out to pull down the curtain of the frame bed. The two maids breathed a sigh of relief. The scene just now was all they imagined, but I thought that they would never leave anything. At least, they didn't have to worry about not being able to help but peek, and the sister in charge dug up their eyes.

The creaking sound of the rack bed became tighter, and the little concubine's intermittent and tender and clear voice was breathing, which made people worry that this little lady who could not be more good to their servants could not stand the pressure of the prince.

Imagine Qi Ni on the bed, the breathing of the two maids became heavy, their bodies became hotter and hotter, and their minds became more and more drowsy. When the creaking sound slowly stopped, the two maids were sweating profusely, their legs were weak and they lost a trace of strength, as if they had been seriously ill, but their bodies had long become mud.

"Get some sour plum soup!"

Hearing the prince's orders, a little maid hurriedly walked out quickly, and the other walked over, holding silver and lifting the curtain of the frame and bed, hooking it on the golden hook.

On the bed, Ye Zhao and Rong'er covered the soft blanket. Ye Zhao had already put on a T-shirt and half sat up. Rong'er curled up in the blanket. Her tender little face was slightly red, and her small body was tightly pressed against Ye Zhao's naked thighs. She closed her eyes and didn't say anything.

Ye Zhao lit a cigarette, looked at the little maid, and sighed in his heart. The prince had been a subtle person, but his eyes were completely gone, as if they had no life and were robots. He had just had a good time with Rong'er, and only then did he remember that there were two little girls in the outer room, but even if he remembered it, now he was just wearing a T-shirt and was still naked. He told them to do this or that? There was no feeling of discomfort. If he was in front of this world, it would be unimaginable.

Seeing the little maid in green shirt quickly helping her to bring the ashtray, although her pretty face was a little red, she obviously felt that it was normal, and she didn't know what it felt like in her heart for a moment.

After another maid quickly brought two bowls of iced sour plum soup, Ye Zhao took it, lowered the bed curtain, and smiled and said to Rong'er: "Come on, drink some soup, you have to slow down."

Ye Zhao also regretted that he was too rude for the first time with Rong'er. He naturally had to make up for it today. He couldn't make Rong'er think that the matter between husband and wife was suffering, right? Because he just tried it briefly and did not vent his desire at all. Although he felt uncomfortable, it was over here today. He also lamented in his heart that it would be fine if Jin Feng and the others were there, and there was always a relay.

However, seeing Rong'er lying lazily on the bed, sucking the sour plum soup she handed over in small bites with satisfaction, Ye Zhao felt soft and smiled, "What? Are you still afraid?"

Rong'er only felt that her little bones were so crispy that she didn't want to move. She just hugged her husband's thighs and slept beautifully. Just now, she seemed to be flying in the clouds. How could she feel so comfortable? It was more comfortable than wetting the bed when she was a child, and she urinated several times.

After hearing my husband's question, his face turned red and he was so embarrassed. How old is he? I didn't realize that I had wet the bed just now, right? Then, that's so embarrassing.

I didn't suck sour plum soup now, as if I was extremely sleepy and fell asleep, so that my husband wouldn't ask and didn't know how to answer.

Ye Zhao looked at her appearance and smiled again, "Little Devil!" Lying down, hugged her gently, and whispered: "Go to sleep."

Rong'er leaned into her husband's warm arms, yawned gently, closed her eyes, and fell asleep unknowingly.

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Khan, *** is always swaying in the ninth and eleventh rooms. Thank you everyone, thank you for the rewards from the meteor brothers for being the head of the sect.

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Today I was depressed and wasted my time fiddling with the cover for a long time.

I also saw everyone's comments. I was so angry that the cover was really not very suitable. Yesterday I told Boss An Yi to change the cover and change the beautiful officer. Today, the artist was done, and I didn't pay much attention. After changing it, I looked carefully. It felt that it was not the case. It seemed that everyone and I had the same feeling.

So, I tinkered with the pictures for a long time, wanting to find a suitable picture resource for the cover. After all, it is our own book, so we know what kind of cover is suitable, right?

At first I was going to find a beautiful officer, a beautiful general, or a cheongsam beauty. I looked for a lot of people, but later I felt it was boring. That's what I thought, and I wanted to create old photos of the Republic of China style as the cover. What do you think?

I think it's pretty good, it's quite relevant, but I don't know what the cover effect looks like, whether it's attractive, what do you think? Help me give me an idea.

There was a rich wife of Zhang Minguo who sucked opium on the bed of an arhat. She looked quite sensible. Haha, it was not that sucking opium was good, but what about it? The sense of history is relatively strong. In our books, isn’t we just need to repair this kind of history?
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