Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty Chapter 592: I did not ask if I would like it

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At the time of you, Guo Shao returned to the Hall of Grace. The **** on duty Wang Zhong bowed and put a booklet in front of him and opened it for him. Above are the names of several women written by Guo Shao himself, and they are the concubines he ordered to take turns attending the bed.

For a moment, he thought about who it was last night, and then pointed his finger next to the name of "Zhou Xian" in turn.

"Here." Wang Zhong retreated and left the study room of the Hall of Grace.

There are countless beauties in the palace, and Guo Shao has several concubines, but instead he feels as if he is single. Whether in this small hall of grace or in the emperor’s main hall, Wansui Hall, concubines are usually sent here to rest for a night or stay for a few days. They have their own residences.

Because the emperor wants to "even the rain and dew", being petted alone will cause extreme conflicts...The woman who was petted alone will block everyone's path, and it will become a target. It is unpredictable what will happen. It's not good for someone to live with Guo Shao for a long time. It's uncomfortable to be lucky with the other woman under the eyes of the concubine.

The entire imperial city, even the harem inside Xuanyoumen, is almost a "yamen". However, the emperors of the past dynasties have managed to manage such a pattern, and there is always a reason...not a favor, but a variety of desires.

Guo Shao walked to the cabinet and took out a few glass bottles. Then I opened a booklet and drew a simple table.

He carefully visited a few ropes made of cotton and linen on a wooden plate, and put a ruler next to him; then he got up and took out a red candle from the copper lamp holder and put a few The rope is lit together.

With a "pop", an hourglass was turned upside down. The sand-filled end turned into the upper end, and the fine sand "Sandsha..." began to flow in the transparent glass bottle. While Guo Shao was waiting, listening to the sound, he seemed to feel the passage of time calmly.

After a long time, except for one hemp rope, the other ropes burned out one after another, and only one burned for a short time, and it didn't go out. Guo Shao glanced at the length on the ruler and lifted the pen to record it on the paper.

Soaking plant ash in water and soaking hemp rope can slow down the burning rate. As for why, Guo Shao didn't know... Anyway, he tested it out that this kind of hemp rope can be used as a matchlock for a matchlock.

The firecrackers used by the Zhou army in the early stage, using the hot coal to point the lead, may be equivalent to the firegun. According to the reports sent by the former camp military government to Shenhuodu to observe the actual combat, the actual combat effect was worse than Guo Shao imagined. The first is that the failure rate is too high, and the fire often cannot be fired during volleys. The main fire is too troublesome and unstable. Second, the accuracy is extremely poor, one hand is not easy to aim, although there is a salvo to compensate for the accuracy, but the missed shot can not hit people...The projectile will fly up to the sky, tilt down and hit the ground directly, with no effect. , A volley also requires precision.

Also, as a mace, the copper fire bludgeon is more difficult to use than a specialized melee weapon. That kind of gunfire can be far or near at first thought, but in fact neither is useful. Guo Shao changed his mind, and he had to specialize in weapons.

So he was going to catch the matchlock...because it was clear that the matchlock was better than the matchlock. Hei_Gunpowder Weapon Of course flintlock guns are the best, but he feels that neither he nor the craftsmen of the military inspector can make them; at least the original ideal of the matchlock gun is fairly simple, which is to use a mechanism to drive the matchlock to ignite the gunpowder.

Guo Shao firmly believes that heat_arms war is the development direction of war. Whether it is useful now or not, it will definitely be useful in the future.

..."My concubine visits your Majesty." A soft voice said.

Guo Shao turned around and saw Zhou Xian bowing at the door, looking down at the ground.

"Emperor E is here to sit with me." Guo Shao said.

Zhou Xian walked over and said softly, "Thank your majesty for sitting." Then he sat dignifiedly on the stool next to him, looking curiously at the various sundries placed on the table.

Guo Shao asked: "Are you still used to living here?"

Zhou Xian nodded slowly and said: "Very good."

Guo Shao's gaze swept across her temples, her black hair and jade-white skin were very vivid. His voice is also softer: "Miyari may be a little boring normally, what is Ehuang doing recently?"

Zhou Xian said: "The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching. The people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs know that I am good at dancing and want me to dance at the banquet. It just so happens that the previous "Feather Dress Dance" has been sorted out, and I am busy rowing every day."

"They didn't ask if you would like to dance?" Guo Shao said.

Zhou Xian immediately raised his head to look at him, pursed his vermilion lips, and said: "Dance for your majesty, my concubine is very willing."

Guo Shao couldn't help thinking, more than one person was watching at the banquet, maybe it is a kind of humiliation to perform a dance with an identity like Zhou Xian?

He said immediately: "Don't jump at the Dragon Boat Festival, I will tell Wang Zhong later."

"Your Majesty, my concubine often dances in the court of Southern Tang Dynasty." Zhou Xian said softly.

Guo Shao said: "It's different here."

The lower Zhou Xian's voice, "Since the concubine body has entered the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is already owned by His Majesty, and there is no complaint."

Guo Shao looked at her face and said: "I can't bear to make you feel humiliated."

"Your Majesty..." Zhou Xian couldn't help raising his head, his expression a little moved. After a while, she looked at him brightly, "That concubine now dances for your majesty, dance for you." After talking, she lightly covered her lips with her finger and smiled, "No one is pushing me right now, it's me. Willingly."

Guo Shao immediately sat upright and looked at her expectantly.

Zhou Xian stood up, turned around briskly, the skirt floated, she chuckled and said, "You can wear this dress."

Seeing that she was in a happy mood, Guo Shao couldn't help but think of the thoughts just now: This imperial harem is actually a place where countless people satisfy one's selfish desires. Back then, the first emperor Xiu'afang Palace established the essence of this place. With powerful power, the emperor wasted a lot of resources, occupied countless women, and forced them to submit. But Guo Shao feels that in fact, another attitude can still achieve the goal...

People are still people after all, not things that can really be possessed. The beards and eyebrows in the world always think that they are omnipotent, and require women to be physically and mentally loyal, in order to fully possess them; in fact, it is like the Lord of Southern Tang, once defeated, nothing is his.

In the small study of the Hall of Grace, there is no sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, and the quiet time is like a piece of water without separators. But after Zhou Xian danced, the dance posture was like a silent rhythm. The exquisite dance and coordinated posture made people unable to help but fall into an atmosphere like music.

The long sleeves danced with the movement, with fine patterns on them, but Guo Shao had an illusion, like a white dress like a cloud, and he saw a fairy in the sky in the moon palace.

She has a dignified and light posture, but occasionally she glances over like a horror, her eyes drifting in her smile, making Guo Shao feel that the world seems to have entered the world of Datong, and everything is only beautiful. That pliable and graceful waist, the undulating chest between the waves, but there are no six pure fairyland, the impulse to make Guo Shao rise secretly in the fragrance and beauty.

Zhou Xian is like a flower blooming in spring, vivid and beautiful, dancing lightly, her bright star-like eyes, willow eyebrows, and soft red lips flash past Guo Shao's eyes from time to time. Among the wood furniture and books, she is like a bright butterfly flying in the spring.

But Guo Shao was as rigid as ever, sitting steadily on the chair with the rough and messy things he had just made up beside him.

But he watched very attentively. After Zhou Xian finished dancing for a while, he slapped his hands and praised with excitement: "The dance is beautiful, the people are more beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful dance!"

"Does your majesty really feel okay?" Zhou Xian panted lightly, and came forward.

Guo Shao nodded vigorously and said yes.

Zhou Xian said softly: "I haven't prepared for it today. If it is accompanied by a rhythm, then it will be more effective if you change your clothes... Your Majesty can learn the rhythm?"

Guo Shao looked distressed and shook his head helplessly. In this life, he knows nothing except archery. In his previous life, except for high scores in examination subjects, he could not know anything about art or discipline. Sometimes even he himself felt like a dull person.

Zhou Xian said: "If your Majesty is interested, my concubine will teach you." She smiled, "At that time, your Majesty played music and my concubine danced for you, wouldn't it be good?"

Guo Shaoxin said that I will not be interested until I really sit down on the throne and regain the Youyun Sixteen States. But Zhou Xian was in a good mood. He said: "When I have free time, learn to learn. But I am from a martial arts background. I am afraid that I can learn slowly."

Zhou Xian said softly: "It doesn't matter, concubine slowly teaches your majesty."

Guo Shao took the opportunity to grab her hand, and the place where it started was smooth and soft. Zhou Xian's arm trembled a little, naturally he didn't twitch his hand, and a blush appeared on his face. He gently pulled, put his arm around her waist, Zhou Xian whispered "Yeah", and sat down in Guo Shao's arms softly.

He immediately smelled a refreshing fragrance, mixed with a nice smell peculiar to women. His palm slowly moved up from Zhou Xian's waist, and Zhou Xian's face became redder, because she was still a little tired from dancing just now, and the breath of his mouth and nose was on Guo Shao's face.

The two got very close, Zhou Xian looked at Guo Shao's face boldly, stretched out a slightly trembling jade hand, and placed it on his cheek. Guo Shao carefully looked at her expression and felt her active movement of extending her hand. At this time, she could no longer feel Zhou Xian's being forced to yield.

Guo Shao then hugged her horizontally, Zhou Xian hurriedly wrapped his arms around his neck, for fear of falling. Guo Shao hugged her and strode out of the study, walked straight to the convenient bedroom, and put her on the bed.

The bed here is similar to the bed in a private house. It is relatively small, covered with a layer of mosquito netting, and covered by thick opaque silk. When the two of them got into the bed, they immediately seemed cut off from the outside. Zhou Xian whispered: "Now only my Majesty and I are left..."

After Guo Shao listened, he comforted: "No one else knows about our private affairs, Ehuang relax."