"Barring! Fucking around? Fucking around can make these good things that I can't make for decades?" Uncle Cheng's expression began to become ferocious, his cheeks almost broke out, and he was raising his sleeves and rolling up his clothes...

I was so scared that I nodded and bowed: "I was bored to see that the sound of the bombardment used for the New Year was too small, so I was so bored that I used the fire to make this bamboo cannon. I just wanted to make a lively New Year, but I really did it all by myself."

"Huoyao? The young man in the Fang family, don't think I don't know what Huoyao is. Huoyao can compare with you? It's not easy to tell me." Uncle Cheng's spitting star kept splashing at me. Looking at his posture of rolling up his sleeves, if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation, he would probably be a tiger bench, pepper water and other things on my small body.

"Nephew, uncle, I also want to hear where you bought this hot yao?" Uncle Li Ji smiled unchangedly, and he smiled all over. Fortunately, he didn't speak like Uncle Cheng.

"That one was made by my nephew at home. Of course, it was the recipe of the old Taoist priest in Qingyang Palace. My nephew changed it randomly." The more he said, the more flaws he had said, try to be careful and find this thing to associate with, so as not to use these two old scumbags to dissect them. It seems that no one can save me, this poor child today.

"The two princes, my son is telling the truth. The young masters we bought from Qingyang Palace are useless at all. They bought medicinal materials to make them." Although my loyal servant Cheng was also afraid of two powerful princes, he still opened his mouth and handed over.

"Oh" Li Ji looked at Uncle Cheng and Yuchi Jingzong, and nodded in tacit understanding: "My dear nephew"

"The little nephew is here" has a well-behaved and gentle expression, and stares at Uncle Li Ji sincerely. What does this old guy want to do?

"Your hot yao recipe is ok, come here, come with me." He pulled me to a quiet place: "Where is the recipe?"

"What is uncle doing?" I don't understand very well: "Uncle also wants to make bamboo cannons and play with them?"

"..." Uncle Li Ji's eyes were turning pale: "Weller, don't use this set with your Uncle Li, come here soon." This old guy is too dark, right? Is it all snatched up.

"But there is no paper or pen, my nephew is still waiting for sin, and I was dragged into the Jinwu Guard by this bamboo cannon," replied tremblingly.

"Oh hahaha, I am worthy of the Fang family's seeds, they are all yin, so good." Uncle Li Ji smiled and smiled. What's wrong? What does the Fang family's seeds mean that the Fang family's seeds are all yin? This young master is yang, very sunny, very masculine.

"Young young man, what's wrong? Can you ask you if you are bullying you?" Uncle Cheng jumped in front of me, and said with a grim smile.

When I was wandering, I laughed loudly and suddenly echoed over the Jinwu Guard, "Hahaha... Fang thought that who brought my evil son into the Jinwu Guard? It turned out to be two virtuous brothers. Fang was polite... I wonder what crime I was committing, and I wanted to work for the two masters?" My real father, the prime minister, who was under one person in the Tang Dynasty, appeared in front of him with a gust of spring breeze.

"Dad!..." With a cheer, I almost wanted to rush over and hug my dad's thigh and kiss him. It was too timely. Uncle Cheng almost grabbed my collar and was tortured.

"Oh... it turned out that Brother Fang arrived. Cheng was playing with his nephew. Is it... a young man?" Uncle Cheng kindly showed two rows of white teeth to me, and his bear's paw fell on my shoulders as if it was light and solid. He nodded quickly: "Yes...yes."

"Mr. Mao has met Brother Fang," Uncle Li Ji is more polite-

The two vulgar uncles pulled my father aside again, and kept gestured with the bamboo cannons in their hands. Uncle Cheng's finger pointed to his white butt, which was still exposed to the air, on Brother Ye Xu's platform.

"Oh? If this happens, I won't be done?" The old man blinked and looked at me. He took the bamboo cannon handed to Uncle Li Ji and looked at me carefully, waved at me, "Jun'er, come here..."

"Oh." He followed three senior military personnel and my father into a quiet big house with a dusty face and sat around. The young master was standing beside him, standing aside, and acting gentle.

"Jun'er."

"The baby is here."

"I already know this. Is this a good thing really what you did?" The old man sat on a bench with a big golden sword, looked at it with a bamboo cannon, and spoke with a stroking his beard.

"It's really made by the child. The sound of the explosive rod is too small, and the child is not satisfied with it... So, in fact, I just want to try it out for fun and try it out." The four pairs of tiger eyes were so full of stunning. I couldn't help but tell the truth. I confessed to being lenient. At most, I could get a few more sticks on my butt when I got home. It's much better than staying with Uncle Cheng, a villain.

"Oh?..." The old man was a little surprised, "But I heard Fang Shen say that you asked Fang Cheng to go to Qingyang Palace to buy fire yao, what is the connection with this?"

"Yes, I thought the Taoist Priest Qingyang Palace had fire yao. Who knew that as soon as he bought it, he felt that there were too many impurities inside, too little power, and..."

I asked and answered questions and answered the old man. The three senior military generals next to me kept communicating with their eyes. Moreover, the look of this young master was getting worse and worse, and it looked a bit like looking at the delicious lamb lion and tiger.

The old man asked again, and then signaled me to stand outside the door. The four senior cadres didn't know what to do inside. After a while, Yuchi Jingzong, who had the lowest position, pulled me in again and threw me in front of the three old guys who watched Dandan.

"How did you make this thing?" The old man carefully put the bamboo cannon on the desk in front of me. It seemed that our father was a cultural person and a senior intellectual. He was very alert to unknown things. It was very good, at least much better than the two ignorant and fearless iron-blooded uncles.

"This thing is made of bamboo tubes. I wrapped some medicine surfaces with paper as leads. Look, the sealing area is sealed with paste with shredded paper. In this way, in the closed space, these black fires can burn violently to cause explosion..." While explaining, the miniature explosion rod with the greatest power of explosion in the Tang Dynasty was dismantled.

"It's this thing?" Uncle Cheng, who is? He rubbed some medicine noodles with his fingers, and pursed his tongue, smashed his mouth: "What's wrong with this thing..."

I looked dark and my cold sweat came down. I was very glad that I didn't add cinnabar or arsenic according to the current Tang Dynasty fire yao formula. Otherwise, I would not be beheaded, the young man, on the charge of killing people to pay for his life tomorrow.

"Oh?...why is something wrong?" Uncle Li Ji's face was a little dark, and the corners of his mouth were a little twitching. He seemed to be afraid of Uncle Cheng, a great man who tasted hundreds of poisons.

"This taste is different from ordinary fire yao, um..." Uncle Cheng seemed to be unsatisfied, and squinted his eyes and rubbed it under his nose and smelled it: "It's still a bit umami... It seems that I have eaten this thing."—
Chapter completed!