"Hmm, the watermelon is shaking? That's a harbinger of the melon explosion. Generally speaking, this is a reaction after the compression of a large amount of gas produced in the watermelon due to decay or excessive catalyst. ”

Wei Ye flipped through the instructions of the plant genetic modification agent in his hand and replied without much enthusiasm:

"It's also because the Transformation Booster I ordered is a bargain, and it's just something independently developed by the Magic Guide Technology Workshop at the Astral Gate. According to this manual, the developer used the molecular formula of melon sweetener and watermelon bulking agent as the basis, and it is simply a three-no product that has not passed the LHG qualification certification. ”

Putting the problem all down to the inferior catalyst, the mustachioed fairy warlock also asked embarrassedly:

"It is said that this booster was originally only used for a plant construct called a watermelon pitcher, and it is used for general watermelon transformation, so even if something goes wrong, it won't be a big deal, right?"

"Big deal?" The short-haired chief, with his back against the door frame and his arms in his hands, repeated the word, with an expression that he really wanted to pick up the green steel stick and wake up the lazy fairy warlock.

"We reported from the palace that the large watermelon you made exploded outside the Lingtai Hall. Thirteen of the eunuchs and servants who escorted the watermelons died on the spot, and the chief eunuch Zhang said that he was also pierced through his left arm by a melon seed that flew out of the watermelon explosion, don't you really know about this?"

"This blasting effect is really good, at least stronger than ordinary high-energy gunpowder. Wei Ye lay down on the short table, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, "Shouldn't it be that the inner line of your contact in the Han Palace is also rubbing the tail of the typhoon, so Ah Ming, you came to Xingshi to ask for the guilt, right?"

The answer to him was the green steel stick that was directly pestled to Wei Ye's short side: "Don't pretend to be familiar with me and give me a nickname!"

Ignoring the green steel rod that was about to touch the tip of his nose, Wei Ye lazily took the low table and changed to a more comfortable posture like a big character:

"The Lingtai Hall was built by Liu Hong's defeated emperor in recent years, and it was specially designated as a prayer place to welcome the gods. It seems that this faint monarch and his eunuchs really think that this is auspicious from heaven, so they want to play a trick of offering the temple to heaven and earth, paste gold on their faces, and brush up their prestige...... The big guy in the Ten Standing Servants and the faint monarch are all in the Lingtai Palace, right? Do they have any thoughts about this watermelon cannon battle?"

Although his good impression of this speculative broker-like immortal warlock has now fallen into a negative value, He Ming still took out a pale yellow paper scroll from his arms: "Look for yourself!"

Wei Ye casually took the scroll of paper and opened it to see that it was a copy of an edict:

"It is Jiahe who gives birth to Luoyang, and Jiagua dedicates His Majesty. I failed to inherit the benevolence of the previous emperor, inherited the heavens and the earth, adjusted the order of the four o'clock, won Monsrui, gave Zi Zhenxiang, dreamed of the night conscientiously, and had pride. He pardoned the world's disciples, gave the diligent officials below 2,000 stone to 600 stone jue, from the middle lang to the five doctors, the second level above the history, the first level of the people, the women's 100 households of cattle wine, and the widow and widow, the three elders, and the filial brother Li Tian Bao. ”

The more he read, the more Wei Ye smiled between his eyebrows, holding the scroll of paper and looking at He Ming with a smile: "What? Amnesty for prisoners serving sentences in the world, increase the rank of officials, and give cattle wine to the people, it seems that His Majesty, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, is willing to suffer a loss, and insists on treating the watermelon bomb as auspicious? ”

Mocking the real supreme power of the Han Empire like this, Wei Ye also released a mocking skill towards He Ming at the same time: "Don't be brainwashed by the costume drama at eight o'clock, only criminals and exiles can be pardoned in the world, and serious crimes such as murder, rebellion, and rebellion are not among the pardons." If you want to save your big brother Ma, you still have to look at me here, the court is not reliable. ”

This is also expected, since the accession to the throne, Liu Hong has encountered a lot of disasters, just in the palace there have been two cases of green snakes entrenched in the throne and Tiantou neon black gas, and the disasters reported below are as small as the glowing confusion, the comet out of Santai, the mountain sounds, earthquakes and the like are endless, although there are occasional remote places to report nectar, etc., but there is no physical object to prove. This time, it really won Jiahe and Jiagua, and the center did not make much hype to flaunt the legitimacy of its own legal system, which is a strange thing.

Looking at the face of this immortal warlock, He Ming snorted from his nose: "Look back!"

Wei Ye looked down again, and there was still a warrant attached to the paper scroll:

"Demons are frequent, anti-party coercion, drug and immorality, want to endanger the community, and have a division to investigate. Those who pretend to be auspicious and write about their deeds will be placed in prison. ”

Laughing lightly, Wei Ye threw the paper roll back: "It's hard for you to come over to deliver the news, but wouldn't it be more convenient to directly exchange a terminal number with me and add a friend?"

"There have been some problems in our organization's terminal intranet recently, and it is better to use such an ancient but effective method to transmit such confidential information. ”

"Is there a problem with the terminal intranet of your sect member?" Wei Ye was stunned for a moment, then looked at He Ming's face, and made sure that it was not an auditory hallucination just now, so he nodded, "I understand." ”

He then turned his head and shouted, "Bell, little brother Ai, don't listen to the wall, come in!" ”

As he spoke, the immortal warlock, who had always made people feel unreliable, patted the empty space on the low side: "Ah Ming, this matter is quite important, as a representative of Party A, you should attend our internal meeting as an observer." I can't say, there is still a place for you to contribute to the Taiping Road. ”

Looking at Wei Ye's rightful smiling face, He Ming felt that the green tendons in the corners of his forehead were jumping again.

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.........

Speaking of which, the life of the northern lieutenant in the past two days has not been very easy.

Originally, it was the above intention to investigate the reverse case, and after this kind of big case is handled, even if the reward is not the turn of the people below, it is enough to get a promotion. If you have been sinking in the official for a long time, you can't say that you still have the hope of turning into an official, then you really have face and inside. Unexpectedly, after only a few days, he was suddenly sent to deal with the so-called birds, beasts, and auspicious plants and trees that were scurrying around in Luoyang City.

Xiangrui, who is really valued, has been snatched up by the big eunuchs, and the rest of these things that can't be said whether they are auspicious or catastrophic, can only give the northern lieutenant a headache himself.

The person who presided over this matter was naturally Jiang An, who was in charge of the city's appearance and other general affairs. The official Northern Lieutenant, Qin Feng and Brother Qin are now busy dispatching the northern lieutenant's manpower in the center, and he really doesn't have this kind of interest in catching birds and shoveling flowers.

Sent by his boss on such an aggrieved mission, Jiang An was also sullen, riding on the horse, he scratched a bloody cut on his face-this was scratched by a red raven with three claws before--looking at his subordinates.

Similar to his city-looking man, these subordinates who followed him also had some scratches on their heads and faces, and some of them had bird feathers and animal feathers stuck to their hair.

Looking at the dignity of his subordinates, it made him even more angry. Looking around at the team that had already gathered, he first scolded: "Look at your virtue, it still looks like you came out of the yamen!

Jiang An's roar, the people below also woke up, and hurriedly began to clean up the dirt on their heads and bodies. Although the dispatch of the two days was either to go up to the tree to catch birds, or to go down to the river to dig out turtles, this was not the style of the northern lieutenant.

This genuine Eastern Han City Management Brigade built by Qin Feng dared to distinguish itself from the forbidden army, and dared to smash the field before the rebellion of Taiping Road was clear. Although it is not up to the level of a hundred battle divisions, it is barely enough to reach the level of a Gyeonggi reserve force.

was reprimanded by Jiang An, and this team of poor people finally had some foundation to work hard, although they were still a little tired, but their spirits were still adjusted.

Jiang An nodded, and was about to say a few more words, but he heard a familiar tone in his ears these days: "Oh, Jiang Pengshi, you really make the old man easy to find!"

This voice is not someone else, it is the old miscellaneous official Wang Qinian who ran on both sides of the edict and the Luoyang Department for a while, Jiang An looked back, this old man led a few servants with linen handkerchiefs on their shoulders, and was rushing towards his team.

The servants worked in pairs, carrying wooden barrels, which were covered with sackcloth, and nevertheless streams of steam could be seen coming from the rim of the barrels.

Wang Qinian, who was walking in front, arrived in front of Jiang An first, and after bowing his hand twice, Wang Qinian smiled and said: "Jiang Pengshi sent him, he really never sleeps, and he is really a model in the public school." Shangfeng also said that Jiang Pengshi led the brothers to work hard, and the old man of Luoyang Cheng Mengde prepared these steamed cakes and hot sauce soup, and specially came to treat the brothers. ”

Jiang An nodded, arched his hand in the direction of the Luoyang Administration, and said: "Gong Cao loves his subordinates, and his subordinates should repay him." Old official Wang, Duke Cao, is there anything else to send to explain to his brother?"

Wang Qinian stroked the gray beard under his chin, shook his head and smiled: "Jiang Pengshi is really a loyal person, but now he really has no side to send you." However, the old man asked someone to stew a cup of pigeon broth, which is the most nourishing for people who have been working hard all day. Jiang Pengshi, it's better to find a place with the old man first, and ...... first"

Before the old man finished speaking, a group of children happened to run out of the alley on the side, running between Jiang An and Wang Qinian.

It's also a shame that the old king is a lot older, and this skill is still very agile, so he picked up the hem of the miscellaneous official robe, and gently and skillfully put these unkempt little ghosts and ran over like a gust of wind.

At the end, Wang Qinian waved to the group of bear children: "Oh, hehe, be careful." ”

However, Jiang An was impatient with these little ghosts, just glanced at them, turned his head, and replied seriously: "Old official Wang, Jiang is still running errands ...... now."

It's just that his words only started for a while, and Wang Qinian had already put his hand to his ear and made a silent gesture: "Jiang Pengshi, did you hear it?"