The news of the Qing army's large-scale attack made Zhu Youlang feel depressed and worried. After lunch, Zhu Youlang did not rest and took Gu Yanwu and Bai Xing to the military weapon camp.

Since we have no advantage in military strength and cannot think of a good strategy to defeat the enemy, this war is not something that happened in history. There is no trace or loophole to be found, so we can only hope for the progress of weapons.

So, he wanted to see the progress of steel gun development. If steel guns could be developed, even if there were only a few hundred, it would be enough for Jiergalang to drink a pot.

However, Zhu Youlang left with excitement and returned with excitement.

The development of steel guns has made progress, but not much progress. The overall weight has been reduced, weighing about four or five kilograms. After the barrel is carved and rifled, the range can reach twenty-five zhang. But the most important thing is that the accuracy is too poor, with a distance of twenty zhang, and the error is still about two feet. The aiming scale has also been put on, but it has little effect.

What is the problem? Why can't you shoot far and not accurately? Zhu Youlang's gun knowledge is limited to this, and he doesn't have any more, so he had to instruct Jiao Ni and others to study it carefully. Such a gun cannot be used, so it cannot be produced on a large scale.

It seems that the idea of ​​defeating the Qing army with advanced weapons cannot be realized yet.

Back at Qinzheng Hall, Zhu Youlang stood in front of the map and thought hard about the strategy to defeat the enemy. After thinking for a while, he sat back on the Longshu desk and picked up a pen to write for a while, including food, pay, equipment, military supplies, etc., and wrote whatever he thought of, but he never understood it.

"The clouds of the stream were sunken on the pavilion at the beginning of their rise, and the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building. Oh, it's hard." Zhu Youlang wrote this Tang poem on paper, sighed, and then leaned on it, thinking: "I thought Dorgon was killed by Haoge, and the Qing court was in chaos, but I didn't expect it to be united so quickly. It seems that it was his rapid rise that put them under great pressure. The brothers fought against the wall and defended their insults. If they hadn't won several consecutive victories, they would have to fight for a while, at least Duoduo

It is not so honest with Ajig. Internal struggles end with foreign enemies. Throughout history, this is not uncommon. Some even launched foreign wars in order to stop internal struggles and maintain their own power. In fact, this is the reason. For example, in later generations, Saddam kept using troops to the outside world in order to divert national conflicts and preserve his position as president. After fighting Iran and Kuwait, he died in the end. In line with the saying, "A good fight will lead to death, and forgetting to fight will lead to danger."

"I'm thinking far. Forget it, I don't want to, I'll go play." Zhu Youlang stood up and walked towards the harem.

In his previous life, as long as he had troubles that he could not relieve, he would never complain and hide in a corner where no one could get stuck. He would definitely go to his friends to play poker, mahjong, chess, etc.

At first, he forgot for temporary forgetting, just like drinking for temporary anesthesia. Because as long as he plays, his worries will be temporarily thrown away. As for after playing, he falls into trouble again, that is the next thing, and it is a typical routine of "wine is drunk today, and no wine is displayed tomorrow."

Later I found out that it was not the case. Sometimes after having fun, or because of a friend’s unintentional words, or because of his eyes seeing different people and things, his thoughts are often opened again. When I look back at my own worries, I often feel that it is not a big deal.

Over time, playing with him became a habit of being annoyed.

...

When he arrived at Cining Palace, he saw Wang Chang, Dai Yilan, Chen Jiaoxi, and Chunlan were all there. Zhu Cixuan was held in his arms by the empress dowager. Chunlan held his son Zhu Ciwei, while Xing Xiaozao's son Zhu Ciye was held in his arms by Chen Jiaoxi.

Xing Xiaozao quietly returned home after confinement, and lied to the outside world that she had returned from her hometown to visit relatives. As for whether they believed it or not, they would not care. Anyway, there was such a righteous reason there, and no one dared to discuss it in person.

Not long after returning to the mansion, Xing Xiaozao returned to the Imperial Guard Hospital to take office, but he often entered the palace in the name of official duties or visiting the Queen Mother and the Queen. Of course, the main purpose was to look at her son.

After she left, Zhu Ciye gave it to Chunlan. Of course, Chunlan couldn't bring two of them, but there were people in the palace. She found a few wet nurses and arranged a few palace maids to serve her, so she didn't have to worry about it.

After asking the Empress Dowager for the Empress Dowager, Zhu Youlang twisted the eldest, the second, and the third brother's face one by one, and said to Chen Jiaoxi with a smile: "Are you okay? You are still a child, don't throw the third brother."

"Hehe, Master, don't say it, it's really tiring to hold a child. This kid is like a candied haws, not honest at all, and is afraid of falling and touching him. Just a moment, look, I'm sweating all over my head," Chen Jiaoxi said with a smile.

"Practice first, when you have a child, you will have experience." Wang Chang smiled and said.

"It's tiring not to practice anymore! It's better to practice later when you have a child." Chen Jiaoxi said, carefully handing Zhu Ciye to her wet nurse.

"Hahaha..., you are just looking for something new!" Empress Dowager Ma laughed.

"Chang'er, I haven't played mahjong for a long time. Come and play with me twice." Zhu Youlang couldn't forget his purpose of returning to the harem.

"Your Majesty, are you free?" Wang Chang was originally a mahjong fan, and when he heard the emperor asked him to play with him, he was very excited.

"I have to be busy with so many military and national affairs, so where can I have time? However, work and rest are combined. First, I will evacuate, and second, I will accompany my mother and you and enjoy the joy of family, so that you can save you from loneliness." Zhu Youlangyan said nice words insincerely.

"That's great. The emperor is understanding. Qiu Ju, set up a table." Wang Chang was indeed moved by Zhu Youlang's words, sent Zhu Youlang a good person card, and quickly ordered Qiu Ju to set up a stall.

"My mother, come and fight and hand Xuan'er over to Xia He." Wang Chang turned around and said to Empress Dowager Ma.

"Mom won't play anymore, mom, look at grandson. Don't play here. If you want to play in your palace, don't let my three babies get addicted to gambling." Empress Dowager Ma hugged Zhu Cixuan and teased him while happily saying to Wang Chang.

"My mother, are you a little biased? With a grandson, your son and daughter-in-law don't care about it?" Zhu Youlang said.

"That's it." Wang Chang also pouted his mouth as if dissatisfied, acting coquettishly.

"My grandson wants someone to hug him, do you still want your mother to hug him? Go play quickly and don't be angry here." Empress Dowager Ma glanced at Zhu Youlang and his wife and said angrily.

"Okay, I've caught up with it. Chang'er, Alan, Qian'er, Chunlan, give all the children to the queen of the mother, let's play mahjong." Zhu Youlang spread his hands and said with a grievance.

"Hahaha……"

"Prince..."
Chapter completed!