Chapter 582

"I don't want to be able to go back to the prince."

Hearing Qiao Mu's words, the swordsman sighed and then showed a relieved smile.

"And I'm not fit to be around the prince. I hope my master is a man who can keep his duty and stick to himself. I thought the prince was. But since the crown prince had a princess in his heart, he began to be indecisive. Sometimes, I made decisions for him to deal with the aftermath, but he hated me

Qiao Mu frowned and glared at him: "swordsman! Even if you are not working with your royal highness now, you are also a member of your highness. How can you freely discuss your Highness's right and wrong behind your back! "

Seeing that he was angry, the swordsman laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"You are fit to stay with your highness. What he needs is a subordinate like you, not me. So, I just made a decision this morning. From now on, I will stay with the princess and follow her

Qiao Mu glared at her eyes and said, "princess?"

The swordsman nodded and said, "yes, it's her."

"But you..."

When he was in Jinzhou City, he didn't approve of this princess.

The swordsman said with a smile, "I know you must feel strange. I didn't even think of it myself. In the past, in Jinzhou City, I was ordered by the prince to protect her. At that time, I was very impatient to protect her. But during this time, I followed her around and saw what she had done, Qiao mu... "

He paused, turned around and pointed to the windmill slowly rising in the river.

"Can you imagine that she did it by herself. Once it is used, it will benefit millions of people. I have no lofty goal of benefiting the country and the people, but it would be nice if I could do something that would make me sleep more stable

Qiao Mu was speechless, and the swordsman in front of him suddenly became a little strange.

He was no longer the one who followed his royal highness and was loyal to him. He began to think more about himself and began to live his own life.

"Hello, Hello, please be careful. This windmill has been working for a long time. If it breaks, it will take a long time to wait."

Not far away, song Xijiao's shouts suddenly rang out. She was seen dancing on the Bank of the river. Sometimes even Qiao Mu felt strange.

What kind of elixir did she take to be so energetic every day?

It was as if there would never be anything to beat her down, and there would never be anything to make her listless.

"Hey, be careful!"

A working man stood on the boat and was struggling to pull a rope. The boat suddenly drifted. As soon as the hand was loose, the rope fell off, and the windmill immediately fell to one side because of the instability of its center of gravity.

The swordsman was talking to Qiao mu. When he saw this scene, his pupils shrank, he rose from the ground, leaped onto the boat, grabbed the rope and threw it into the hands of those guys.

"Hold on

"Oh! Come on, grab the rope

"Do it

"One, two, three, pull!"

The guys quickly pulled the rope and pulled it back. The huge windmill quickly recovered to its original state and stood firmly in the water.

Until noon, the windmill finally stood steadily in the water.

Song Xijiao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her masterpiece. She couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart. She jumped excitedly: "it's done!"

Qiaomu stood on the Bank of the river with his arms in his arms. Looking at the huge windmill, he saw that at least a dozen of him were as tall as him.

Such a big thing is actually made by a little woman.

In the past, he didn't understand why the prince liked her so much. Now, he can understand more or less.

"Swordsman!"

As soon as the boat landed, song Xijiao ran to the swordsman excitedly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes! I'll try my best to turn the tide back! "

The swordsman jumped to the bank and said with a smile, "since I have decided to follow you, I have to worry about you. However, the windmill is standing up, how to use it? "

"Well, in the evening you will know."

Song Xijiao originally wanted to sell a pass, but seeing the swordsman's sincere curiosity and asking questions, she was soft hearted for a moment. She simply took him forward and pointed to a large number of gear paths.

"See, when the wind blows at night, the wind will blow the windmill. With these gears to reduce the resistance, the windmill will slowly rotate and stir up the water in the river and divide it into streams along the ditch and irrigate it into the field."

As she walked along the river bank, the swordsman watched. Even if he didn't understand the principle and saw the delicate structure and complicated design, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

"I have calculated the current in detail. It will not be too much or too little. Unless there's a rainstorm, you know that in the desert, there's no rain all the year round, so there's no need to worry about it. "After hearing this, the swordsman nodded and said, "are you all alone?"

"No, it's not."

This thing has existed since ancient times. She just borrowed it. She didn't dare to take advantage of herself and quickly waved her hand.

"These are all my guys, carpenters, big guys together to come up with and make them."

Her modesty makes the swordsman admire her more.

Even though he won't hand over his achievements, song Xijiao has never thought of taking the credit alone. Even if he is not a man, he is far better than a man!

At this time, a carriage slowly walked to the Bank of the river. Ling Ziqing saw song Xijiao from the gate of the city. His eyes did not leave her. When he came to her side, he looked at the sweat on her forehead, took out the handkerchief to wipe it for her, and then said with a smile, "the stone tablet you want has been carved."

"So fast!"

Song Xijiao was so surprised that she only told Ling Ziqing the idea yesterday.

Several guys pulled the stone tablet down from the carriage, dug a deep pit and buried it well. The exposed part on the ground was engraved with four characters: Xifeng windmill. There are also four small characters in the lower right corner: the title of Ling Ziqing.

The handwriting is natural and elegant. It is a kind of magical and harmonious beauty between the huge windmill and the desert far away.

Song Xijiao deliberately ran to the distance and looked at this side.

I saw the vast world, calm river, standing a huge windmill, is slowly rolling with the wind, and in the bank, a group of friends happily pack things.

This is her windmill, and these are her guys.

Unconsciously, she left more and more things in this world!

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