Concubine Xian, Wei Chixi and the whole family’s villains all collapsed after reading my mind

Yuchi Feng's eyes were filled with tears from the pain, and he did not forget to ask the blacksmith, "Why are you squatting? But what's wrong with you?"

The blacksmith laughed and laughed, "Yeah, yeah, I suddenly felt a little dizzy. Maybe it was too hot, but I'm much better now."

With that said, he stood up.

Thank you to His Highness the Eighth Prince for finding a perfect excuse for him.

"It's quite hot in here." Yu Chifeng agreed very much, "I felt very hot even after I took off my clothes!"

The master blacksmith on the side looked at Yuchi Feng, "Your Highness the Eighth Prince, this is too hard, why don't we help you make a sword? What kind of sword do you want?"

Yuchi Feng refused with a serious face, "No! This is my gift to my sister!"

"I want to build my own!"

He muttered softly, "It makes no sense that I can do it in the dream, but I can't do it after waking up from the dream!"

"Is it possible that I'm worse than myself in the dream?"

"Huh? What are you talking about, His Highness the Eighth Prince?" His voice was too soft and they didn't hear him clearly.

Yuchi Feng shook his head, "It's nothing!"

"I just want to ask you, do you know how to make a soft sword? It can also become very hard!"

The master blacksmiths looked at each other, "We don't know how to do this."

"But we know one person who does!"

"In the entire Yuan Kingdom, no one can do it except that person."

After a pause, they suddenly enthusiastically recommended, "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, go find him!"

"Go and learn from him!"

"Yes, yes, you go and learn from him. This is his address, given to you!"

Yuchi Feng was escorted out of the door. He still held a small hammer in his hand. They stretched out their hands to put on his clothes, took the small hammer away from his hands, and waved to him with a smile, "Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, you want Come on and learn!”

"You are giving it to the little princess, right? If you make it, the little princess will definitely be happy."

The light in Yuchi Feng's eyes became firm little by little, "Yes! I will definitely make it!"

"I will make my sister happy!"

With that said, Yuchi Feng ran away holding the note with the address in his hand.

Several blacksmiths looked puzzled at the blacksmith who gave Yuchi Feng his address, "Why did you give him that person's address?"

"Aren't you worried that that person will come to take your place in the palace?"

The master blacksmith laughed softly, "I hope he comes."

"It's just that he is used to being free, and he definitely doesn't want to be tied down here."

"As for why the Eighth Prince is allowed to go down?"

"Haven't you heard? The emperor sent people to collect prescriptions from the people?"

Several blacksmith masters were impressed, "Are you planning to ask the Eighth Prince to buy his soft sword making method?"

He nodded slightly, "His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince will definitely not be able to learn it in one day."

"So what will he do?"

"With His Highness the Eighth Prince's temperament, he took out a handful of silver coins and bought it."

Several of them also laughed, "If His Highness the Eighth Prince really buys it, then the rest of us will also enjoy the blessings!"

"You are still smart!"

He smiled and said, "The Emperor is the one who came up with this idea."

……

Yu Chifeng found a small courtyard based on the address. The door of the courtyard was closed. He walked over and lifted the copper ring on the door, and knocked lightly a few times. After a while, there were footsteps coming over, and someone opened the door, "Well ?Little boy, who are you looking for?"

Yuchi Feng looked at his face and was speechless in surprise. This was actually the person he had dreamed about in his dream!

He just looks much younger than in his dream.

"I'm looking for, I'm looking for..."

He didn't say a complete sentence at all.

The blacksmith was already a little impatient, "If you can't remember it, come back another day!"

As he was about to close the door, Yuchi Feng quickly took out a handful of banknotes and handed them to him, "Wait!"

"I'm looking for a blacksmith!"

The blacksmith raised his eyebrows and took the banknote, "What do you want from the blacksmith?"

"I want to learn how to make a soft sword! Can you teach me?" Yuchi Feng looked at him expectantly.

The blacksmith said 'Oh~', "You know I am the blacksmith?"

He has never seen this young boy!

Yuchi Feng nodded, no, he had seen it in his dream.

"Can you teach me?"

"Looking at these..." the blacksmith glanced at the banknotes in his hand, turned around and left, "Follow me."

"Okay!" Yuchi Feng quickly followed in, turned around and closed the door. He remembered that the door was closed when he came just now. Besides, the iron blocks here... He was afraid that others would steal it if he didn't close the door!

"You have a lot of iron here."

The blacksmith sneered, "That's natural. I'm a blacksmith. I won't be short of iron for anything."

"How do you know I can forge a soft sword?"

Yuchi Feng blinked and wanted to say that he saw it in a dream, but he felt that he would not believe it, so he said, "I dreamed that you taught me, and I thought that dream was fake."

"I just imagined it, and the blacksmith in the palace recommended you to me."

"I'm coming over!"

Blacksmith: I see, it was recommended by the blacksmith in the palace.

As for the dream he mentioned earlier?

Oh, I didn’t take it seriously, it sounded like a lie.

"Then you give it a try first, and I'll see how strong you are."

After the blacksmith finished speaking, Yuchi Feng took off his shirt and tied it into a knot under his belly. He looked at the red spot on his white, tender and round belly and felt aggrieved, "Why are there still red marks left?" ah?"

The blacksmith glanced at him: ...just a small injury, a manly man, crying.

He's still a prince!

Tsk!

The blacksmith took out a piece of iron, placed it in front of him, and handed him a small hammer, "Let's hit it!"

Yu Chifeng took the small hammer, moved his legs back a few steps, stuck out his butt, leaned forward, sucked his stomach, raised the small hammer and was about to hit it. When the blacksmith saw it, he twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely and reached out to hold his hand. Little Hammer, "What are you doing?!"

"If you hit me like this, you won't lose your face?!"

“Who strikes iron like this?”

Yuchi Feng looked confused, "I just want to protect my belly..."

"Then your face isn't important?" the blacksmith asked him.

Yuchi Feng remembered that his sister once praised him for his good looks. He quickly shook his head, "It's important, it's important!"

"It's so important that you still put your face forward? Are you afraid that the sparks won't splash on your face?"

Yuchi Feng:! ! !

He hadn't considered this problem before, but now he simulated it in his mind. He shivered with fright, quickly straightened up, and took a few steps back with the little hammer in his arms.

blacksmith:……

"How about you give me the money and I'll help you beat it?"

He doesn't look like he can fight on his own!

"You were so scared, why did you fight?"

After a pause, he comforted, "Of course, children as young as you are usually afraid."

Don't scare the God of Wealth away.

Yuchi Feng sniffed aggrievedly, shook his head and refused, "No!"

"I want to fight it myself. This is what I gave to my sister. I want to finish it myself!"

"I can!"

Yuchi Feng whispered to cheer himself up, "I can do it!"

Blacksmith: ...You don't look like you can at all.