Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

Zhao Ji was also very happy about this.

Because he knew very well in his heart that if the Ministry of Industry could successfully manufacture this kind of large loach ship and mass-produce it in the next few days.

Then when spring blooms next year, it will be the best time for the Song Dynasty to transport troops to Japan in batches.

At that time, Danfan will eliminate all the resistance forces in Japan.

Then Zhao Ji could concentrate all his attention and concentrate on fighting against other hostile forces hidden in the Song Dynasty.

Seeing that the Spring Festival is getting closer and closer.

Zhao Ji felt increasingly helpless.

Not for anything else, just because he had promised Li Qingzhao to Nizi that he would accompany her to organize the Jinling Poetry Club.

Although Li Qingzhao's girl is beautiful, she is beautiful.

But it also cost Zhao Ji a lot of money and time without taking advantage of the other party.

And what next?

He was about to go to Jinling again to accompany Na Nizi to a poetry meeting.

As a result, I don’t know how long it will take.

Every time Zhao Ji thought about this, he felt helpless and regretful at the same time:

Thinking about myself back then, why were my hands so weak?

Why do you have to slap that girl's shameful place?

If not, why would I be in so much trouble right now?

Hey……

That's it!

In this way, it can be regarded as a lesson learned.

While Zhao Ji was feeling helpless, he was also preparing for the so-called Jinling Poetry Club.

Wait until the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month.

Zhao Ji then went to Kunning Palace and said hello to Liu Tanxin.

Then he drove a carriage alone and headed straight to Jinling.

Because it would take at least a day and a half to get from the capital to the boundary of Jinling.

At this time, the weather was extremely cold near the capital.

Fortunately, Zhao Ji had made thorough preparations to keep warm before setting off.

Otherwise, this trip will definitely give him frostbite.

After Zhao Ji drove the carriage and arrived at Jinling covered with dust.

According to the previous agreement with Li Qingzhao, he went to look for traces of the other party.

Fortunately, Li Qingzhao was quite reliable in handling matters.

Zhao Ji only asked Zhao Ji to search for half an hour in Jinling City before he found Li Qingzhao's residence.

Then the two of them discussed some details of the Jinling Poetry Club tomorrow in a tavern.

While talking, Zhao Ji also had a lot of puzzled thoughts in his mind about the so-called Jinling Poetry Club.

But at this moment, Zhao Ji was holding a wine bowl in one hand and bamboo chopsticks in the other.

He frowned slightly and looked at Li Qingzhao, who was sitting opposite and wearing a light red cotton dress:

"Miss Li, for the sake of this so-called Jinling Poetry Society, you spent money and people, and used all your brains and tricks to get me here."

"So and so, but for what reason?"

"Because in my opinion, if a person cannot benefit from something, he will not have the motivation to continue doing it actively."

"As for the so-called Jinling Poetry Meeting, I really don't see what benefits Miss Li can gain from this poetry meeting."

"That's why I have this question at this time. I wonder if Ms. Li is willing to tell the truth?"

The original Li Qingzhao had just picked up the wine bowl on the table and was about to drink it.

But after hearing Zhao Ji's question, he put the wine bowl in his hand on the desk with helplessness:

"If you tell this in detail, it would be a long story."

"Although the senior sister kept calling her sister one after another, the little girl is now in her early twenties."

"I have never been able to find a young man who can get along well with Zhao'er."

"And my father has also been upset about this matter for a long time."

"So I want to take advantage of this opportunity of the Jinling Poetry Festival to select a suitable husband among those young men."

"If the little girl fails to accomplish this within one year, the father will not allow the little girl to go back for one year."

"If it doesn't happen in two years, then it won't be allowed for two years."

"The little girl will not be allowed to return home until she finds a suitable husband."

"Actually, this so-called Jinling Poetry Club is not that necessary."

"It's just because the little girl doesn't want to find someone to marry casually, so she half-assed it and organized such a Jinling Poetry Party."

"It is expected that the invitation sent out in the name of this little girl will surely attract talented people and beauties from all over Jinling to come one after another."

"But I don't know if this time, it will be possible..."

Zhao Ji curled his mouth slightly helplessly:

"To put it bluntly, isn't it Miss Li who wants to use this poetry meeting to select a husband?"

"If that's the case, then why did you bring me here?"

"But Miss Li, you are quite interesting."

"I'm thinking of using this method to select a husband-in-law."

"At the same time, you also want to drag me here to be the villain who beats the mandarin ducks."

"Miss Li, can you tell me what you are thinking?"

"Husband, do you want it or not?"

"If you don't want it, then run away from home."

"At worst, it's okay to live in the palace forever."

"I accompany you, Senior Sister, every day. There is nothing wrong with me watching."

"Furthermore, there is everything you need for food, clothing, use, and housing."

"Based on your relationship with Shishi, can I still treat you badly?"

"If you want to select a suitable husband for you through this poetry meeting, then you should take it seriously and don't involve me again."

"Do you know, my identity is really embarrassing now."

After Li Qingzhao heard this, he suddenly pouted.

When looking at Zhao Ji, his eyes were full of resentment:

"Really, you are still wronged, right?"

"Okay, you go, I won't stop you, really!"

"I won't stop you, just go."

As soon as Li Qingzhao finished speaking, Zhao Ji wanted to stand up from the chair.

But just as his legs exerted force, they suddenly relaxed again.

When he looked at Li Qingzhao again, his face was full of suspicion:

"Miss Li, you, you really want me to leave?"

"you sure?"

Li Qingzhao snorted very simply, and then turned his head away.

Looking at it like that, it seems that he doesn’t want to see Zhao Ji at all:

"You can just go and don't say these useless words again."

"But what the little girl wants to tell you is that that mouth is always on the little girl's body, and the same is true for her hands."

"If one day, when the little girl is in a bad mood, she will think about the scenes of being scorned by the officials that day."

"If you don't say it well, then..."

Before Li Qingzhao finished speaking, Zhao Ji's rather resentful voice came from the opposite side:

"Good good."