Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

Chapter 138 The Art of Snowmaking!

Lin Xiaoyu glanced at Jiang Chuan, then turned to Li Shimin, cupped her hands, and said, "Your Majesty's kindness is appreciated. However, my family and friends are here, and I truly cannot bear to leave them. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin was slightly taken aback, then waved his hand and laughed, "It's alright, it's alright. I was being presumptuous. If the lady is unwilling, how can I force her?"

He picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and sighed, "It seems I am destined not to have such a good meal."

Jiang Chuan quickly smoothed things over: "If Your Majesty misses the delicacies of later generations, you are welcome to come anytime. Xiaoyu will certainly prepare them for you."

Li Shimin laughed heartily, raised his cup, and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

After the sages in the tavern had all left, Xiao Sizi reluctantly followed Li Shimin through the door back to the Tang Dynasty, and the tavern finally quieted down.

As Jiang Chuan cleared the cups and plates off the table, he stole a glance at Lin Xiaoyu, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Xiaoyu, why didn't you go back with His Majesty just now? The head of the Imperial Kitchen is a lucrative position."

Lin Xiaoyu was bending down to wipe the table when she heard this. She looked up and glared at him irritably.

His gaze was icy cold, like a knife!

Jiang Chuan immediately shut up, awkwardly turned back to continue tidying up, and muttered under his breath, "I was just asking casually—"

After the three finished tidying up, they closed the tavern door and walked into the night together.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and the evening breeze carried the slight coolness of early summer.

As Jiang Chuan and Zhu Jingjing reached the intersection, they were about to say goodbye to Lin Xiaoyu when she suddenly stopped. "Jingjing, do you want to go skiing with me tomorrow?"

Zhu Jingjing was taken aback, tilting her head as she asked, "Skiing? I only know that some kids like to skate on ice, but the snow is so soft and fluffy, how do you skate on it?"

Jiang Chuan couldn't help but chuckle and explained, "Skiing is simply stepping on two long boards and sliding down a snow slope."

Zhu Jingjing looked up at the sky and asked, bewildered, "It's autumn now, so it'll probably be a while before it snows, right?"

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Jiang Chuan gently patted her head and said softly, "The ski resort has snowmaking machines that can cover the area with a thick layer of snow. Here, even in summer, you can still enjoy playing in the snow!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingjing nodded repeatedly: "Sister Xiaoyu, I want to go! But I can't ski—"

Lin Xiaoyu pointed at Jiang Chuan and laughed, "Don't worry about that. Don't let your brother's lack of talent fool you; he's incredibly good at skiing. In my opinion, his skill level is on par with professional athletes!"

Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes at her, ignoring the words "utterly useless," and turned to the little princess, saying, "Jingjing, I'd be willing to teach you. But learning to ski isn't easy; you're bound to fall a few times. Can you handle it?"

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered the time he taught the little princess to play soccer, but instead of kicking the ball, he twisted his ankle. He frowned with lingering fear.

Zhu Jingjing nodded vigorously, puffing out her little chest: "Brother, don't worry! Jingjing will definitely study hard!"

Jiang Chuan pursed his lips and muttered, "Don't treat it like learning soccer, where you just cry when you fall."

Zhu Jingjing blushed and muttered, "That time was different! I twisted my ankle then!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang gazed up at the sky, his brows furrowed, and said in a deep voice, "In this future era, it will be early autumn. At this time of year, even if snow falls, it will melt upon landing! How can such a vast snowfield be created?"

Empress Ma pondered for a moment, then slowly replied, "Chongba, have you forgotten that refrigerator from the future? The future is extremely skilled at controlling temperature; it must have its own methods to create a frigid zone where snow won't melt even in the sweltering heat outside."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard in silence, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

After a long silence, he sighed softly, his voice heavy with seriousness: "If this were placed in the midst of battle, with such a method, the enemy's camps and supply lines could be covered in ice and snow, preventing men from moving and horses from galloping. Wouldn't that be subduing the enemy without a fight?"

Modern ski resort.

Zhu Jingjing stood in the lobby of the ski resort, looking into the interior through the huge glass curtain wall, and was completely stunned.

Inside, everything was a vast expanse of white, with snow slopes stretching down and several ski runs like white ribbons spreading down from above.

Some people sped down the slope on snowboards, their movements light and graceful, kicking up puffs of snow.

Some people slid wobblingly, falling down and getting up again, their clumsiness tinged with a touch of comicality.

"How much snow must it have snowed?" the little princess exclaimed, her eyes wide as she pressed her face against the glass. "I've never seen snow this thick before!"

Jiang Chuan walked over carrying three pairs of snowboards and laughed, "That's the power of a snowmaking machine! If it were natural snowfall, and it snowed this much, traffic would be completely paralyzed!"

The three of them changed into their ski suits, picked up their skis, and pushed open the gate leading to the ski resort.

A chilling blast of air hit her face, and Zhu Jingjing shivered, instinctively shrinking her neck.

"Brother, this place is amazing!" she exclaimed, pulling her snowsuit tighter around herself. "Even though there's only a pane of glass between us, the temperature difference is so huge! It's like going straight from summer to the dead of winter!"

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng sat high on his throne, gazing up at the sky, his eyes filled with shock.

He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the hall. After a long while, he stopped and said in a deep voice, "Then the later generations actually have such methods!"

That ski resort seemed to have created its own little world, completely isolated from the outside world; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a magical feat!

Li Si, standing to the side, nodded in agreement, "Your Majesty is absolutely right! The things of later generations are all beyond our imagination, whether it's that towering steel bird or the ability to create snow in the height of summer, they are truly beyond the comprehension of gods and demons!"

Ying Zheng slowly sat down, but his gaze remained fixed on the sky for a long time.

He sighed deeply and said wistfully, "If only my Great Qin had a gate leading to that tavern! I also wish to go to that tavern and witness firsthand the scenery of later generations."

In a modern ski resort.

Jiang Chuan helped Zhu Jingjing put on her skis and then helped her move to the gentle slope of the practice area.

"Feet turned slightly inward, knees slightly bent, body leaning forward." Jiang Chuan squatted in front of her, adjusting her posture hand in hand. "Lower her down slowly, don't be afraid."

Zhu Jingjing took a deep breath and released Jiang Chuan's hand.

She had only skied forward less than two meters when her body involuntarily leaned back and she landed hard on her bottom in the snow.

"Brother!" The little princess blushed and glared at Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan suppressed a laugh, walked over and helped her up: "It's normal, let's try again."

The second time, he slid three meters and fell again.

This time it was a side flip, and he fell sideways into the snow, his skis sticking up really high.

She lay face down on the snow, pounding the snow with her little fist: "How did I fall again!"

"Jingjing, relax, don't fight with your snowboard," Lin Xiaoyu said with a smile.

Zhu Jingjing gritted her teeth, used her ski poles to stand up, patted the snow off her body, and stubbornly stood firm without waiting for Jiang Chuan to help her.

"Again!"