The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Doctor Zuo's body slid down from the side of the pillar.

He advised the minister, Doctor Zuo, with his death, and died in the imperial court.

The silent atmosphere spread in the imperial court, and the young emperor stood up from the throne. He looked at the corpse of the old minister who had died with his eyes wide open. His brows were tightly knitted, but his expression was very calm.

"I have made up my mind!"

This ruthlessness, which was not even shaken by the loss of a human life, made the ministers feel a chill all over their bodies. They also had a genuine fear of Yin Tingyan.

*

When the news spread to the Phoenix Perch Palace, Xia Ling was studying

A hand-cranked fan.

Using her memory, she drew a simple blueprint and gave it to the imperial craftsmen of the palace.

She made five thin iron-cast fan blades, and the back fan blades used thin iron pillars to control the center. Finally, she used iron to cast a few gears of different sizes.

The gears were connected to each other and were finally controlled by a hand-cranked well-shaped handle.

When the palace maids shook the handle, an endless stream of wind blew out from the fan blades. Although the style was simple and cumbersome, it was labor-saving. Originally, it required four palace maids to keep fanning her.

With this hand-shaking fan, one palace maid could handle it.

Xia Ling asked the craftsman to add thin wooden strips and cattails to the fan as protection.

The final product was a wooden strip and a green cage that was half the height of a person. It was as big as a wolf's grandmother's headscarf, and it was wrapped around the strange-shaped iron fan leaf.

Looking at this ugly and rough fan, Xia Ling frowned slightly and was thinking of how to improve it.

On this side, Yin Tingyan returned from the court.

When he had just arrived at the entrance of the Phoenix Perch Palace, he saw that the Phoenix Perch Palace was particularly lively today.

The palace maids and eunuchs surrounded the entrance of the palace with three layers inside and outside. They were all looking forward to what was going on inside.

"His Majesty has arrived!" the eunuchs beside him shouted.

"Attend to His Majesty." The palace servants kowtowed in unison.

Yin Tingyan looked into the Phoenix Perch Palace. The woman in a silk red dress was fiddling with a strange object with a few craftsmen.

"You may leave." Yin Tingyan stepped into the Phoenix Perch Palace.

*

In the Phoenix Perch Palace, all the servants were not allowed to enter except when summoned.

Yin Tingyan came to Xia Ling's side. Xia Ling looked at him with a joyful expression.

"Your Majesty, Look, this is a fan!"

Yin Tingyan looked at this ugly thing and frowned.

"What's the use of this?"

"A fan, of course. It's to blow the wind!" Xia Ling said and gestured to the palace maid at the side.

The palace maid immediately shook the handle and the fan blade quickly turned. Gusts of wind blew out from the fan.

Although the wind was hot, it was obviously more labor-saving, and only one palace maid was needed.

"Very good!" Yin Tingyan's eyes were full of praise as he looked at Xia Ling, "Is this also used by your Miao Gu family?"

"Ah...sort of, right." Xia Ling coughed lightly.

Yin Tingyan: "Sometimes, I feel that your Miao Gu family is really amazing. To be able to raise someone with your personality and have so many strange things, I would like to follow you back to the southwest to take a look and learn."

Xia Ling thought for a moment and revealed a difficult expression, "Your Majesty, the Miao Gu family never allows outsiders to enter and is isolated from the world. There is also the poison swamp array outside. Even Your Majesty, I could not bring in."

Yin Tingyan looked at her quietly. After a long while, he said, "Then forget it. With the Empress around, there are already many surprises. I can not be too greedy."

It was rare for Yin Tingyan to praise her. Hearing this, Xia Ling felt that something was not right. As expected, she saw the man's quiet exhaustion.