"It's done." Li Ming took off the magnifying glass and finally looked at Ah Qing, "If the road is closed, change the route. If there are more soldiers, go out less often. It's the seventh day that the Queen is seriously ill. It's strange that Chang'an is not in chaos."
Ah Qing hesitated to speak and put the copper pipe on the workbench. Dozens of drawings are scattered on the table: a steam valve improvement diagram, a draft of Chang'an's underground pipeline distribution, and an unfinished "aircraft skeleton design."
There was a regular thumping sound outside the window.
Li Ming opened the gap in the linoleum curtain. In the morning fog, three two-foot-tall steam armor soldiers were patrolling along the street. The cast iron body is spray-painted silver gray, the boiler on the chest burns red, and the exhaust valve spits out white air with every step. On the helmet of the leading armored soldier, the gear emblem of the Tiangong Innovation Institute glowed coldly in the fog.
"Shangguan Wan'er's person." Li Ming put down the curtain, "She is purging the opposition."
Before he finished speaking, the whine of propellers came from the sky.
Ah Qing rushed to the window: "Master! Airship!"
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