High-energy chapter, this book has been updated with 450,000 words - October 29th of the fourth year of Zhenguan, the first moment of Youshi, Shijun's Mansion At the third moment of Youshi, the cement pavement in front of Shijun's Mansion was dyed rusty color by the twilight. Sixteen golden-armored eunuchs were guarding the gilded Yan Zhai chariot parked in front of the gate. The four walls of the carriage were inlaid with seven layers of gold foil with Zhai feather patterns, and the tips of each feather were decorated with rice-sized pearls, glowing coldly and proudly in the fading sky. On the top of the chariot's shaft stands a golden chariot with wings spread out. The ruby sachet held in its beak is dripping ambergris on the ground, burning the snow into charred black dots. "Your Majesty, please board the carriage." The lieutenant in charge of the bridle bowed in salute, his voice as sweet as pickled by spices. Li Wan looked at this Yanzhai chariot built in accordance with the regulations of the "Zhenguan Ceremony" - the manes of the four white-hoofed black horses were braided with gold thread, and the gilt peony pattern on the chariot was in dazzling contrast with the embroidery of wheat ears on her wedding dress. A few days ago, Yao Kemin had sketched a steam carriage with charcoal in the council hall, saying, "The wheels should be as strong as the millstones of the Feng River, and the shafts should be able to carry boulders." But now he had to face this luxurious cage with even the axles inlaid with pearls. Li Wan glanced at Yan Zhai's cart in disgust but turned around and walked towards the cart at the corner. The shaft wood of this four-wheeled vehicle is deeply embedded with three arc-shaped grooves - these were the grip arcs designed according to modern ergonomics when Yao Kemin improved the vehicle. He once held her hand to adjust the posture: "Put your thumb here, it will be more smooth when exerting force." As the main designer of the Fenghe four-wheel vehicle, he taught her not to drive the vehicle, but how to sense the engagement between the wheel and the ground through the strength of the grip - this was a driving skill he transformed from modern mechanical principles. The strips of gold satin wrapped around the side of the carriage trembled in the wind, and each strip was embroidered with a different surname: "Wang", "Zhou", "Zhang"... It was sewn by Cui'er and the Detachment of Women overnight, using Fenghe's unique golden silk. A half gear is nailed to the front end of the car, and there is still the hammer mark of Blacksmith Wang on the edge. This is a component of the front wheel steering mechanism designed by Yao Kemin. It once withstood a load of 100 kilograms on the Shiren Mountain mountain road and produced the first mechanical drawing of the Fenghe craftsman. "Ms. Li!" Liu Rengui's armor hit the side of the carriage, knocking off a few pieces of frozen mugwort - which were stuffed into the cracks of the carriage by the common people, saying they could "ward off evil spirits and ensure safety." The young general's sword was still stained with blood, but he grinned and said: "The four-wheeled cart improved by your Majesty has two more wheels than the golden cart in the palace. It is as stable as a mountain when it runs on the mountain road." Li Wan suddenly reached out and ran her fingertips over the arc grooves on the shaft wood, recalling Yao Kemin's drawings in the workshop: "The balance of the wheel lies in the fit between the handle and the palm of the hand." The mechanical diagram he drew on parchment with charcoal seemed to reappear in the twilight. "Tell your majesty," she stepped onto the shaft of the carriage, her plain gauze skirt sweeping across the arrow marks on the sides of the carriage, which were still stained with blood from last year's defense against the Turks. "The Fenghe carriage has the craftsman's palm prints embedded in the wheel axles." In the dusk, four black horses with white hoofs suddenly neighed uneasily. Their golden bridle heads hit the gears of the carriage, making a harsh sound that frightened the jackdaws perched on the eaves. Li Wan looked at the arc-shaped grooves on the shaft wood - these grooves were not the marks of the carriage, but proof that Yao Kemin integrated modern mechanics into the craftsmanship of the carriage. As he said in the meeting hall: "The best driving is to let every hand holding the shaft know where the wheels are rolling." The four-wheeled vehicle drove slowly across the smooth cement road at the second moment of Youshi, Fenghe Square, and the wheels made a steady sound when they rolled over. The square was filled with people kneeling in darkness, especially the 30,000 people who had fled from Jiacheng. Their foreheads were almost touching the cold ground. The scene when the Ru River burst its banks last summer seems like yesterday - that petite figure led soldiers and civilians to jump into the raging torrent and build a dam with their bodies. In the eyes of the people, this seemingly weak woman is actually a towering tree that can protect them from wind and rain. "Ms. Miaoshan!" The cries one after another echoed in the square, as if they were back to that night of fighting against the flood. The craftsmen looked at the driver with red eyes. They remember that this little lady always wore the same burlap work clothes as they did, with her sleeves stained with oil, squatting in the workshop and listening carefully to every technical detail. Her smart eyes always sparkled with wisdom, and she could often quote scriptures and use the principles in "Mozi" to explain the operation of various institutions. People couldn't help but wonder how much knowledge was hidden in this petite body. Ah Qing's tears blurred his vision. When Penicillin was developed in the 9th year of Takeori's reign, it was she and Du Ruolan who used Professor Shijun's table management method to sort out the messy research data after three days and nights of sleepless work. To this day, medical teams still use this method to manage patients and medicines. Zhou Tong's eyes were swollen from crying. Is this young lady from the mansion that he has watched growing up like this getting married today? A scene from his ninth year of martial arts appeared in front of his eyes - a young lady who was only fifteen years old stood in a temporary meeting hall, explaining the town planning map to everyone with the help of the "Kunlun Fantasy" brought by the envoy. That was the first time he participated in such a unique meeting after being promoted from a domestic slave to the manager of Fenghe River. The defenders on the city wall couldn't help crying. In the bloody battle three days ago, this recognized envoy's wife fought side by side with them, showing no fear in the face of swords and swords, and used her delicate body to block countless arrows for them. Suddenly, a group of children rushed out of the crowd and knelt down in front of the car. "Dean! Teacher!" They cried, "Who will teach us how to read when you leave? Who will lead us to sing?" The childish cries were heartbreaking. Li Wan couldn't sit still anymore. She suddenly opened the car curtain and stood firmly on the shaft of the car. The setting sun gilded her with a layer of gold, and her wedding dress rustled in the evening breeze. "Everyone stand up!" Her voice was as clear as a bell, "The envoy said that the knees of Fenghe people are straight! We only kneel to our parents in heaven and earth, and never bow to the powerful!" The people slowly straightened up, tears streaming down their faces. In the dusk, Li Wan, dressed in a wedding dress, looked like a proudly erect crabapple, showing perseverance in her dignity and strength in her beauty. She looked around at the faces she spent time with every day, and every wrinkle and scar was so familiar. The evening breeze blew by, bringing up the wheat embroidery on her wedding dress, which was the stitch-by-stitch work of the people of Fenghe. At three o'clock in the hour, the North Gate of Fenghe River, it was dusk, and Li Wan's car drove slowly towards the North Gate surrounded by the people of Fenghe River. Axiang led eight hundred red-armored female soldiers to open the way, their spears shining coldly in the setting sun. This women's army, which originally numbered a thousand men, had lost two hundred sisters in the city defense battle three days ago. On both sides were four hundred Fenghe elites led by Liu Rengui. The stainless steel weapon blades on their backs glowed with cold murderous intent. The soldiers who stayed behind on the city wall drew their swords and stood in salute. "Stop!" Li Wan's cold voice came from the car, "I want to say goodbye to Mr. Fenghe." Under the angry eyes of the people, the lieutenant general sent by Li Shimin gingerly opened the car curtain. Four palace maids surrounded Li Wan tightly and escorted her to the tower. On the left side of the city gate, nine bronze tripods stand quietly. The largest Wanmin Cauldron is close to the city wall, and the other eight cauldrons are surrounded by a half-moon shape. Firewood is piled up in the cauldron, just waiting to be ignited. A hundred steps away, Li Shimin stood proudly protected by thousands of Xuanjia guards, with a dark military formation behind him. He had a proud smile on his face, but he didn't know what kind of pain was surging in Li Wan's heart. "Lang Jun, I'm sorry..." Li Wan muttered silently in her heart, "I failed to defend the Fenghe River. But in order to prevent fifty thousand soldiers and civilians from being massacred, I can only do this..." "Burn the cauldron!" As the ceremony officer shouted, the nine cauldrons simultaneously ignited into flames. The palace music was tinkling, but a different singing sound came from the city - under the leadership of Cui'er, Fenghe students sang "Hymn to Heroes" in harmony. Li Wan raised the corner of her mouth slightly and suddenly took out the electric flashlight from her waist. She moved skillfully and stunned the four maids in the blink of an eye. Then he took off the titanium alloy flare from his neck and pulled the tab toward the southern sky. "Whoosh——" A ray of red light cut through the dusk, exploded three hundred meters in the air, and turned into a bright red star. Hundreds of thousands of people raised their heads at the same time, and the battlefield fell silent for an instant. Li Wan calmly took out the clay pot and poured the pungent gasoline from head to toe. She smiled sadly, and her voice became clearer: "Li Shimin! History will forget our name, but the spark of Fenghe River will never be extinguished!" She walked slowly towards the arrow stack, and touched the "Death to Sauvignon Blanc" carved last year with her fingertips. Tears blurred her vision, and she whispered softly: "Alang, you said... I am a brave little lady..." In the flash of lightning, she pointed the flashlight at herself. When the flames soared into the sky, she saw hot air balloons rising slowly on the southern skyline, like seeds of hope spreading into the sky. In her last consciousness, with endless longing for Yao Kemin, deep attachment to Fenghe, and bright expectations for the future, she threw herself into the raging fire of the Wanmin Cauldron with a smile. In the firelight, her wedding dress turned into a nirvana phoenix, blooming forever in the night sky of Fenghe River.
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