Empress Zhao Lie’s - Biyue Scimitar?

I frowned slightly, looking at the gleaming scimitar under the firelight, reflecting the ever-changing expressions on the faces of some people around me, as well as the speechless looks of surprise, like

It seemed like I saw some amazing artifact.

Chang Qing said slowly: "I heard from my father that this sword was given to the Supreme Emperor by Queen Zhaolie on the day she was canonized. It was the Supreme Emperor's most beloved thing and he had always carried it with him. However, I heard that Queen Zhaolie...

After that incident, the sword was enshrined deep in the inner palace, guarded by the Emperor's most trusted warlock."

"Oh...?"

I stared at the knife blankly, and like the people around me, we were all shocked and speechless.

If Queen Zhaolie's things appear in his hands, it seems a little inappropriate; but now that he is the lord of the world, no matter how deep the inner palace is, he has jurisdiction, so naturally everything belongs to him.

It’s not a rare thing.

The question is - why did he give it to Nianshen!

Since this sword was given to the Supreme Emperor by Empress Zhaolie on the day of the canonization, it can be regarded as a token of love between the two of them. It feels a bit weird to give such a thing to Nian Shen.

I was still thinking about it in confusion, but I felt that the expressions on the faces of the people around me seemed to be a little more confused than mine——

Shocked, stunned, and - disbelief.

Among all of them, Nian Shen was relatively calm. He was simply excited, his face slightly red, and he stood on tiptoes and stretched out his hand: "Thank you, Father!"

At this time, Chang Qing patted me gently. I understood and took a step forward.

That knife was used by adults, and the blade was almost as tall as Nian Shen. A scimitar made of such fine iron must be heavy. Sure enough, before I reached out, Nian Shen staggered while holding the scimitar in both hands.

, almost fell down.

I hurriedly stretched out my hand to support him: "Your Highness!"

He turned around and looked at me with a crooked smile: "Aunt Qing!"

"Wei Chen, come and help His Highness hold it."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Qing."

Nowadays, he has no shyness at all. In front of everyone, he is as affectionate and familiar as when he and I were alone together in Jingren Palace. I was looked at by some people and felt like needles were stuck in my back. I could only lower my head.

head, looking at the scimitar in his hand.

This scimitar...

I looked at it and frowned slightly.

Iron ore has always been a relatively sensitive topic. In fact, not only after the royal family entered the customs, but also throughout the dynasties, iron ore, the most important raw material for casting weapons, was in the hands of the imperial court. Without weapons, it was illegal to

The opposing forces will no longer have fangs to fight against the imperial court. Only in this way can the long-term peace and stability of the country be ensured.

The reason why Xichuan was the most difficult place for the royal family to fight when they first entered the customs, and it is also the only area outside the control of the imperial court now, is because it is rich in iron ore and can cast a large number of weapons for war.

Over the years, Xichuan has not been under the control of the royal family, so that Xichuan has the ability and capital to be free from the supervision of the imperial court.

The greater significance of the dagger that Fu Badai had just come to Beijing to give to Nian Shen lies in this point.

Thinking of the dagger, I suddenly seemed to feel something, and looked down at the scimitar again.

"Aunt Qing?" Nian Shen seemed to feel something and looked at me: "What's wrong with you?"

"..." I looked at the scimitar in my hand, then at him, and after a while, I said, "It's okay."

Pei Yuanhao also glanced at me.

Although there was no expression on my face, my brows frowned subconsciously, and my hand holding the scimitar tightened.

It is precisely because of the rarity and controllability of iron ore that apart from the royal weapons manufacturing factories, there are almost no other places in the Central Plains where weapons can be cast in large quantities.

Of course, except Nishikawa.

Iron ore has been produced there since ancient times, and there are many skilled craftsmen who forge weapons. I remember that in Xichuan, there were some powerful families who specialized in forging ironware, and their casting techniques were also very distinct, with some of the unique skills and characteristics of their families.

The scimitar and the dagger in my hand are both made simply, as if they were made from the same craftsmanship.

Is this a coincidence?

Moreover - a dragon is cast on the scabbard of this scimitar, and there is a gold dragon head on the handle.

Most people like to carve dragons and tigers on their weapons. This is not surprising, but I suddenly discovered that this dragon is a five-clawed dragon!

The five-clawed dragon is an accessory only used by the royal family!

This sword was worn by the Supreme Emperor. To outsiders, a five-clawed dragon is not unusual, but since it was given to the Supreme Emperor by Empress Zhaolie, that means that this sword should have been forged before meeting the Supreme Emperor. It was not

The Emperor requested it.

And I just discovered that this knife is of the same origin as the dagger Fu Badai brought from Xichuan. In other words, this knife comes from a certain clan in Xichuan. They forged such a treasonous, five-clawed dragon knife!

I didn't speak for a while, and the atmosphere became a little tense. At this time, Chang Qing came forward and said with a smile: "I am the eldest prince, and I would like to thank you for your generous gift."

Pei Yuanhao looked at her and smiled.

"The emperor gave Nian Shen such a good Biyue Scimitar. I'm afraid he will be proud again."

"Haha..." Pei Yuanhao smiled and said, "He is my son. I gave him a scimitar. What does it mean?"

"..."

This sentence sounded a bit unpleasant, and Chang Qing was slightly startled. Everyone, including me, looked at Pei Yuanhao. He stretched out his hand and gently touched Nian Shen's soft heart, and said: "In the future

, even my country belongs to him."

"...!"

As soon as this sentence was finished, no one spoke again.

For a time, the entire Juma Valley was so quiet that you could even hear a pin drop. During the bonfire dinner for hundreds of people, only the wind from the grassland, carrying a biting breath, blew through everyone's ears.

The body and the wood were making a sound in the fire, and sparks were rising up into the night sky along with the green smoke.

After a long while, I seemed to have suddenly recovered from the shock. I turned around to look at Chang Qing. She could not hide the look of shock on her face: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Nian Shen didn't seem to be able to fully understand the meaning of this sentence, but he could feel something from it. There was a solemn look on his face, he raised his head and looked at his father with wide eyes.

I also looked at Pei Yuanhao in shock.

What he said just now - it is clear and certain that Nian Shen is his prince and the future ruler of the Central Plains!

This is a more sensitive topic than iron mines, or even Queen Zhaolie, especially in this situation. I subconsciously looked back at Shen Gongye and several other old generals. Although the fire was dazzling, their faces were still gloomy.

It turned black, especially Mr. Shen. I don’t know if it was because he stood too close to the bonfire, but I seemed to be able to see a burning flame in his eyes.

I have been worried before that the road Shen Gong paved before was broken when it was discovered that Pei Nianyun was an idiot. Now Pei Yuanhao actually said such words in public. Didn't he tell Shen Gong

Well, even if Shen Rou has another chance to conceive and give birth to a prince in the future, will it be useless?

This - this thing is forcing them!

At this time, the surrounding ministers, eunuchs and maids seemed to suddenly react, but no one dared to speak casually. Many people looked at Shen Gongye carefully, as if they were afraid of offending him; while on the other side

People were busy talking about it, as if they were waiting to see some good show.

At this time, Chang Qing came back to her senses, a smile appeared on her lips, and she gently caressed the back of Nian Shen's neck: "Why don't you thank Father for your kindness?"

"Oh? Oh..." Nian Shen nodded blankly and knelt down in a polite manner: "I would like to thank my father."

"Haha, get up." Pei Yuanhao helped him up with one hand, turned around and said to the people around him: "Okay, everyone will have a good time drinking tonight and continue hunting tomorrow! If you do a good job, I will give you a big reward!"<

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"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Soon it became lively again, with people drinking and laughing. As the flames burned, the atmosphere became more and more heated.

However, this atmosphere is no longer just lively.

I held the scimitar and slowly followed Chang Qing out of the crowd. I was about to take the tent back and put it away, but I subconsciously turned around and saw that at the other end of the crowd, Shen Gongye's group of people lowered their heads and murmured.

He was holding something, and behind him, a figure flashed past.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

But surprisingly, this night was the quietest in recent days. It was as if they were frightened by something, and even the surrounding insects and birds did not dare to sing at night anymore.

The entire river valley was so quiet that it seemed to be shrouded by a black hand. There was no wind, no human voice, and all that could be felt was the beating of my own heartbeat.

It wasn't until dawn that I closed my eyes and immediately fell into a deep nightmare.

In my dream, I seemed to be back in Xichuan.

The high mountains surrounded by clouds and mist exude a tranquil atmosphere, just like the fairy mountains in ancient paintings.

But in the blink of an eye, the place changed. Countless knives were stuck in the mountain, like the legendary Mountain of Knives. Then came the flames of war and smoke. Countless people howled and cried in the war. For a while, I could only watch.

To the point where corpses litter the fields and rivers of blood flow...

Don't...

No!

I felt more and more uncomfortable, and it became difficult to even breathe. I kept struggling: "Don't... don't..."
To be continued...