Chapter 21: The design of the flying qibao

It was strange to say that An Ruoran, who felt very drunk on the way, suddenly felt awakening after returning to the casting journey for a while. At this time, he recalled what he said in Artest's mansion and Jun'an's carriage, but he couldn't help but regret it. However, he couldn't take back what he said, so An Ruoran could only pat his cheeks and paced in the courtyard helplessly, thinking about how to write a copy of the imperial examination system to submit the work.

"Meow, it's not difficult to come up with an idea. If it really comes into detail, many brain cells will die." Twenty minutes later, An Ruoran sighed helplessly and decided to put this aside for the time being. Compared to this huge imperial examination system, he prefers to study it and see what kind of birthday gifts should be prepared for Emperor Arthur. For example, how about a candle that can spin and emit flames and play birthday songs?

"No, I feel a little tacky, and it doesn't conform to the dignity of an emperor." Thinking of this, he shook his head and painted the casting drawings he had just spent. Almost at the same time, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from a distance, and then, Christine's slender figure appeared at the end of the corridor...

"Good evening!" The two of them were intertwined, and they were slightly stunned, but they nodded and said hello quickly. An Ruoran smiled and looked at a stack of information in her hand: "Well, is Miss Christine still studying casting?"

"This is my habit. I have to sort out the casting experience every day." Christine replied lightly, her eyes falling on the drawing on the stone table. "Aren't you also studying casting? I heard Naya say that you plan to make a flying gem, and its biggest feature is high speed and stability?"

"Oh, I must sew the mouth of that fat pig!" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Perhaps it was because he felt his resentment. Naya, who was sleeping soundly with half a bottle of red wine, turned over and continued to snore and dream. So in fact, if you tell Naya a secret, it would be equivalent to telling the whole world...

Seeing An Ruoran's angry expression, Christine couldn't help but smile, and her originally cold face was now like the melting ice and snow, with a faint breath of warm spring. An Ruoran looked up and blurted out: "It's very good. In fact, you should smile more, as this will make you more destined to the opposite sex."

"You are joking! Apart from casting, I am not interested in other things, including love." Christine spread her hair as if nothing had happened, and returned to a cold look. But then, her eyes suddenly became a little hot: "Mr. An, I really want to know how you can make the flying Qibao fly at high speed, can you reveal the casting principle a little?"

"Well..." An Ruoran frowned slightly. He was not as idiot as he could not walk when he saw the beauty. He still understood the principle that his apprentice starved to death. Christine stared at him silently and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Can't you say it? Please forgive me, I'm not trying to plagiarize your creativity. In fact, I have also conceived a high-speed flying Qibao-Well, why don't you come and see how mine?"

As she said this, she took out a drawing without hesitation and spread it on the table. An Ruoran hesitated for a moment, but still curiously approached. A few minutes later, he was stunned and said in surprise: "Miss Christine, your design is really interesting. It seems that you plan to use jet airflow to achieve high-speed flight?"

Many times, time travelers will have a good feeling of self-esteem, and always feel that humans in this other world are primitive people and nothing is extraordinary. An Ruoran also had this idea when he first came to this other world, but after he came into contact with the wonderful magic civilization, he gradually changed some ideas. At this moment, when he saw this design drawing of Christine, he was really surprised, and even vaguely doubted whether Christine had traveled through time...

The reason for this suspicion is that An Ruoran actually discovered that Christine's design principle is almost the same as himself, and he intends to use the jet airflow method of the rocket bag to achieve high-speed flight. In fact, that was the inspiration that An Ruoran got from a news before crossing the journey.

In 1961, the US side proposed a rocket bag design plan, hoping to launch people into the air by jetting airflow and achieve the effect of flying and landing at will. In addition, this rocket bag has been used for performances and exhibitions, and was also revealed at the opening ceremony of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics. Although it is impossible to find fuel such as pure hydrogen peroxide booster in another world, the existence of some magic raw materials can have similar effects.

"Seed airflow? You summarized it very well. I have never found a suitable word to summarize." When Christine heard An Ruoran's words, she couldn't help but feel slightly moved, and then pointed to a part of the drawing, "According to my design, I hope that the strong airflow can be launched quickly, allowing Qibao to move at high speed with the help of his power. That is the inspiration I got from the amphibious magic sac frog."

"Actually, I think so too." At this time, An Ruoran had no intention of hiding it and immediately confessed, "But the problem is how we have a lasting and stable airflow. The magic bag frog you mentioned should only be able to fly temporarily by using the airflow jet, and then land soon!"

"It's true, and only the living magic bag frog can spray airflow." Perhaps because he rarely encounters like-minded magic casting masters, Christine suddenly changed her usual indifference and became a little excited. "I have tried to install magic bags on metal sheets, but they have no effect at all."

"Wait, I want to see this kind of magic bag." An Ruoran suddenly felt his heart when he heard this. From the scientific world, he believed that magic bags could spray airflow must have their scientific principles. So as long as you find this principle, you may use some methods to copy and run. Christine was stunned and said in surprise: "I don't have magic bags around me, but the emperor should have this material for sale, if you need it..."

"An, a guest is here!" Gao Sen's voice suddenly sounded at this moment, interrupting the two of them's lively conversation. The man was even holding a broom in his hand. It seemed that he was cleaning the casting house, but he happened to meet the guest who was visiting. An Ruoran sighed helplessly, touched his chin and said, "Okay, then please wait for a while, I will change my clothes and go over."

"No, it's not you who he wants to visit, but Miss Christine." Gao Sen shook his head expressionlessly, pointed to Christine beside him. The latter was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "I? I'm sorry, I don't seem to have friends in the imperial capital..."

"Well, this sentence really makes me sad. Am I not your friend?" Before he finished speaking, a slightly hoarse male voice came slowly. As An Ruoran's gaze, a man in a gorgeous uniform in his thirty-five years old walked into the courtyard slowly. Several silver-armored knights controlled the entrance at the first time, naturally it seemed that this was his home...

Even though he was a little dissatisfied, An Ruoran had to admit that this man had the unique majesty of a superior, which was irresistible. His face was quite strong, with neat short beards, and his demeanor and dressing were so decent that he could not be picky about. The unconcealed light in his eyes was even more confident. Simply put, this man was like the kind of natural superior, as if he was born to rule others.

"His Highness Cruise?" Christine was stunned for a moment and slowly stood up. An Ruoran couldn't help but be surprised. This was the eldest prince he had never met, the Highness Cruise who sent Giggs to humiliate him? His guess was not wrong, because Cruise had turned his head and looked at him and said slightly: "Mr. An, this is the first time we have met. I deeply apologize for the trouble that Giggs caused to you by making a fuss."

A simple sentence seemed straightforward, but he completely pushed his responsibility. Then, before An Ruoran answered, he said softly: "Mr. An, can I take the liberty to ask you to leave for the time being? In fact, I have some personal things to talk to Miss Christine."

"Oh, is this really my home?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but complain a few times. But for Christine's sake, he still took Gao Sen out of the courtyard helplessly. However, just turning a corner, the man with reluctance suddenly stopped and made a gesture to Gao Sen behind him. The next moment, he suddenly squatted down and took down a moving brick in the corner of the wall...

"Well, when did you do it?" Looking at the obviously premeditated brick, Gao Sen couldn't help but be surprised, "I said An, you left a hole here. Could it be that you were planning to peek at Miss Weiya!"

"Don't be stupid, will she take a shower here?" An Ruoran rolled her eyes. The hole was discovered by him accidentally a few days ago. "Anyway, either monitor together, or you go and pour me a glass of milk... Strange, what are those two guys doing? Could it be a love confession?"

In his sight, Cruise was smiling and saying something to Christine, but unlike Cruise's obviously full of admiration, Christine was always a little cold and avoided. She often waited for the other party to say a long paragraph before she shook her head gently or slightly, and spit out a few words.

"It's not a confession, it's an invitation." Gao Sen watched for a moment, and suddenly added softly. Looking at An Ruoran's puzzled expression, he pointed at himself and shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly, "Don't be surprised, I just understand a little lip verb, just a little bit."

"Oh, it's just right again? May I ask, do you have anything to understand?" An Ruoran looked at him suspiciously and couldn't help asking. Gao Sen was silent for a long time, and finally replied indifferently: "Yes, I don't know how to have a baby..."

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