Beiming Changfeng saw Ziyu's bright face and the anger in his eyes slightly subdued. He reached out his hand and brushed Ziyu's lips, wiping away any traces on them that did not belong to him.
"Young Master." Ziyu looked at the gentleness flashing through Beiming Changfeng's eyes and shouted in surprise. Did she really see Beiming Changfeng's tenderness just now? Wasn't it dazzling? Beiming Changfeng
Will it be gentle?
"Zhizhi." The ice silkworm sitting on top of Ziyu's head seemed to be very dissatisfied with Beiming Changfeng's actions. He raised his head and blew a breath of cold air towards Beiming Changfeng.
This time there was no ice, only air conditioning.
The wind head of Beiming Chang turned slightly to the side and avoided it.
"Pap..."
"Ah, what's going on?"
However, behind Beiming Changfeng was the stove. At this time, the ice silkworm blew out the cold air, and the stove immediately condensed into ice. The fire inside froze into fiery red ice cubes. On the operating table next to the stove, there were molten iron and the sword being forged.
All frozen.
In an instant, only a clicking sound was heard. A furnace of iron tools was frozen by the sudden cold, and all cracked and broke. Among the masters who were still forging swords, eight of the ten who could not reach them were all
My hands were frozen...
Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng didn't say anything. He raised the long knife in his hand and pointed it at the ice silkworm.
It doesn't matter to him, but it is its fault to hurt innocent people. Does it know how important the hands of these weapon forging masters are? Their hands are their lives.
"Whoosh." The ice silkworm seemed to know that it had done something bad. It immediately swooped towards the outside of the mountain with a whoosh sound. It was as fast as a meteor and escaped without a trace in an instant.
When Beiming Changfeng saw this, he raised his sword and chased after him.
Must be taught a lesson.
Seeing this, Ziyu shook his head. Xiao Bing'er should be taught a lesson for being too naughty, otherwise it would be bad if he hurt innocent people in the future.
"Xiaoyou, this coal has been verified and we can mine it in large quantities." Beiming Changfeng went to teach Bing Silkworm a lesson, so she should first confirm the things here.
"It must be mined in large quantities. This thing..."
"Wait, wait, let's not talk about the issue of large-scale mining." Bei Mingyou answered with excitement on his face. Hanyang suddenly inserted a bamboo pole and waved his hands.
"Why?" Ziyu and Beimingyou both turned to look at Hanyang.
"There is not enough money, and the mining volume of gold and silver mines is not large enough to meet the large demand here." Hanyang took out the account book from his arms.
Since Bei Mingyou didn't have a money manager yet, he was temporarily recruited by Ziyu as the finance minister here to control the initial money.
Hearing this, Ziyu touched his chin and nodded: "That's right."
The gold and silver mines have just begun, and the output is not proportional to their consumption. This is a problem.
"Should I borrow it from my father?" Bei Mingyou frowned and looked at Ziyu.
When Ziyu heard the word "borrow" from Bei Minyou, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No, Zhenbei Palace is also short on money. If we want to borrow, we will borrow from the big family."
"Who is the big one?" Hanyang raised his head and looked at Ziyu.
"Emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty." Ziyu squinted his eyes.
"Pfft." Hanyang and Beimingyou both spat out a mouthful of water. Zhenbei and the Emperor of Later Qin were mortal enemies, okay? The Emperor of Later Qin lent them money and asked them to forge weapons to overthrow him. No one would lend it.
OK.
"The mountain man has his own clever plan." Ziyu stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, laughing with an evil look on his face.
"What's the clever idea?" Bei Minyou and Han Yang asked simultaneously.
Ziyu smiled evilly and was about to speak when Beiming Changfeng suddenly walked in from outside and looked at Ziyu with a strange expression.
"What?" Ziyu raised his head, wondering what the expression on Beiming Changfeng's face was about.
"Someone looking for you."
"Who?" Who can find this place?
"She said she is your mother." Beiming Changfeng's face became even weirder.
"What?" Ziyu stood up in shock, "Her mother? Her mother has been dead for more than ten years. Where did she come from?"