Great Ming: I Just Transmigrated, and You Made Yuan Chonghuan So Furious He Coughed Up Blood?

Sorry, I'm a country dog. A real scholar can't have such a country name. I've changed it.

I really can't hold it all in these days. I really need to slowly think about how to continue writing!

I've been a bit stuck lately, so I just had to hold it in for two chapters.

After two days of rest, I don't know what to write anymore. I have to think about it carefully. I am very dissatisfied with what I have written recently!

Let me correct it: Dalton was Baylor. At that time, I remembered it wrong.

How would you rate Lin Che's sexy moves? I feel a chill in my back as I write. Brother Chongzhen estimates that the CPU is about to burn out. Do you guys think this plan can work? Say hello to the comment section! Every "urge" from you is the motivation for me to get excited. Thank you all for your reading and support! Seeing the backstage filled with reminder tickets, the young author was moved to tears. The pie that Lin Che drew for Chongzhen was both poisonous and fragrant. It was like a hell-level PUA master. In the next chapter, the Royal Firearms Bureau is officially on the agenda, focusing on both nation and technology! Do you want to see how Lin Che turns the blueprint into reality? Give away your gifts and let me see your enthusiasm! Small Theater Chongzhen (late at night, holding a pillow, tossing and turning): "Lin Che is a devil... No, you have to guard against him." (A quarter of an hour later) "But what he said makes sense... He's trying to steal the feudal king's money... Hehe..." (Another quarter of an hour later) "What if he wants to be the emperor?!" (Another quarter of an hour later) "Flintlock... Cannon... Smells so good..." The next day, Wang Chengen looked at His Majesty, who had two dark circles under his eyes and a strange smile on his lips, and silently took three steps back, not daring to say a word.

When writing this chapter, I checked some information and found that it is theoretically feasible, but it is extremely difficult under normal circumstances, so I added special weather restrictions for those two years. Forbidden City Small Theater Chongzhen (rubbing his hands excitedly): "Lin Aiqing, tell me how stable this wave is?" Lin Che (yawning): "Your Majesty, let's put it this way. The only variable now is whether the quilt at Huang Taiji's house is big enough for our cannonballs to fall in comfortably." Chongzhen: "…" Wang Chengen (beeping quietly): "Your Majesty, how about... We give him a new bed?"

I can't overhaul the last two chapters because I'm really limited by the word count, [expression] = (´[expression]`*))) Alas

There will be an explanation later, a little foreshadowing.

I've revised this chapter several times, and it's finally better.