King Fu was originally a man from the army. He led his troops to war at the age of fifteen and spent half his life in this camp. Although he was both good at calligraphy and painting, he was actually different from that ordinary scholar.

He sat on a low stool, pulled off a piece of mutton from the wooden board and put it into his mouth, and then poured it into his mouth with a large mouthful of wine. Although he was not wearing armor, he was like a big horse with a murderous intent in a trance.

The ginseng general next to him was placed in front of the King of Fu, but he couldn't help but feel a little weak, but instead he looked like a scholar.

"Good wine, good meat!" King Fu shook his mouth: "Since I lived in that palace, I have not been so happy for ten years, and a real man should do this!"

After saying that, he raised the wine jar: "Soldiers, I've done it!"

The camp was suddenly filled with air, and the atmosphere was extremely lively. Song Beiyun scratched his chin and sighed secretly, "It was obvious that he had spent money to treat him, but King Fu became the protagonist in just a few words. Such a cunning person is really not something that ordinary people can do."

"Little bastard." King Fu put his shoulders on Song Beiyun and pulled him to his side: "Next time I dare to work hard on the army, I won't forgive you. If you let someone with your heart see you, you may have to eat the board."

"ah?"

"What." King Fu let go of him, his voice was still not loud: "The Song Dynasty strictly regulates this military power. What is your capacity to work for the army? Just say that there must be a demon when the army is out of the nameless army. You can't explain it clearly? That's a false statement, and it's light to punish you for never speaking."

Hiss... Song Beiyun suddenly felt that he was young. No wonder King Fu was going out to eat and drink. If King Fu didn't come today, if Song Beiyun was targeted by someone who was interested, the trouble would be really big. Those civil officials would not miss any chance to bite His Highness. But when King Fu came, it would be different. The head coach's army has been reasonable since ancient times, and no one can tell that he has three heads and six arms.

"Okay, think twice before doing things. This is not a big deal, just to avoid the population being decent." King Fu threw a lamb leg bone in front of the hunting dog waiting not far away: "Tell me, with your boy's nature, why did you suddenly spend so much money to reward my soldiers?"

Song Beiyun smiled and asked someone to push the Bodhisattva statue in front of King Fu in a small cart: "The prince didn't look at it carefully just now, now you can take a closer look."

"Oh?" King Fu stepped forward and observed carefully, but found that it was just exquisite, much more exquisite than the ironware sold on the market, but he didn't find any difference: "Don't keep it a secret, let's be honest."

Song Beiyun put one hand on the head of Iron Bodhisattva and said back and forth: "I think the Song Dynasty's military is complicated, clumsy and expensive, so I came up with this method. Prince, look, this thing is so delicate and has no difference in size. Since we can cast such things, why not build that weapon?"

"You, don't understand this weapon." King Fu said, rubbing his mouth and pulled out the short blade on his waist, handing it to Song Beiyun with his hand: "Look."

Song Beiyun took it and found that the short sword was sharp, but it also showed a coldness, which was completely incomparable to the cast iron. It had almost reached the level of carbon steel, and there should be a coating on the top, which could protect the strength of the blade without saying it.

If we follow the technical content, it is definitely no less than Qiao Yun’s two Damascus machetes, and it is even more advanced. I think this should represent the highest smelting level in the Song Dynasty.

Song Beiyun played for a while and returned it to Prince Fu: "Prince, don't be anxious. You have to eat this meal one by one, and you have to walk step by step. This journey of thousands of miles has just taken the first step, and you will definitely be able to give you a big surprise in the future."

"Ha, the little guy is quite angry." King Fu put away his short blade and drank a bowl of wine: "Since that's the case, I'm not stingy. I'll share you with a hundred craftsmen and have another three years to see what your kid can do."

"Thank you, Prince!" Song Beiyun was overjoyed. This sudden support made him a little flattered.

But at this time, King Fu raised his hand: "Don't be too happy too early. I am ugly in front of you. This is a matter in the army. You need to make a military order for me. If you can't hand over something, what would you do at that time?"

"After the prince's disposal."

"Okay, then I'll make sure that you will do it with you a hundred craftsmen."

Song Beiyu thanked repeatedly, but after he said that, he suddenly thought of a question: "Prince, if this is the case, I will go to Jinling City... but what should I do?"

King Fu's eyelids drooped, and he pondered for a moment: "I will arrange it with you before I leave. Don't worry about this. But you just don't want to get a big son from me."

This old cock...

Song Beiyun thought so in his heart, and he could not say anything, so he responded repeatedly: "That's natural. Even if I sell the pot, I will never open my mouth to Qiansui."

King Fu said, raised his head and looked at the little fish standing behind Song Beiyun who was eating, and then chuckled: "I didn't expect that the old eunuch was quite concerned about you. Do you know who the child behind you is?"

"My bodyguard."

"Yes, it's not right. This is the dead soldier of the Siming Department. He is the treasure under the chest of the old eunuch Wang. He has been a seedling from a thousand years since he was a child. If he is willing, he can be called unparalleled in the world." King Fu introduced: "Even if I raise a seedling, if I fight alone, I will not be the opponent of these little eunuchs."

"That's it..." Song Beiyun turned around and looked at Xiaoyu: "He is quite well-behaved."

"You don't think so when you kill someone." King Fu laughed: "But if it were placed on the battlefield, none of these ten little eunuchs would be the opponent of the children I raised."

In fact, Song Beiyun knew about this. The Siming Department was a spy agency similar to the Imperial City Department, but the Imperial City Department was under the control of the Empress Dowager's family, which was no longer trustworthy for Zhao Xing. Therefore, the Siming Department, which was originally dedicated to protecting the royal security, became Zhao Xing's confidant. Strictly speaking, this is a spy and a special agency.

If you want to talk about guards, assassinations, you must be the top one, but they are special forces. If you meet a regular army on the battlefield, you will be a lamb to be slaughtered and you will not have the ability to resist at all.

Although Song Beiyun has watched many TV series about the powerful special forces, he also knows that the so-called special forces are definitely not that amazing.

"By the way, Qiansui." Song Beiyun tore the lamb chops in his mouth and turned around and asked, "When will you leave?"

"It should be less than three months after the birthday of the Empress Dowager." King Fu chuckled: "As soon as I leave, you will be isolated and helpless."

"I'll be careful."

"Yes." King Fu nodded and said, "The Empress Dowager believes in the Buddha. If you make this thing more refined, I will treat it as a gift you gave to her. Have you heard it?"

"I heard..."

Song Beiyun sighed secretly. King Fu is really like the legend. He is unwilling to eat at all. He even has to take his gifts to his own mother.

But I think there is nothing to say, my daughter is right... With this relationship, Song Beiyun can't say a word, after all, he was caught in the evil spirit of Jin Ling'er.

"And," King Fu reminded: "What less than the Wang and Xie families are mixed together, do you hear?"

"I know, I know."

"Are you impatient? If I let me know that I am mingling with those aristocratic families, don't blame me for showing mercy."

"oh……"

Of course, Song Beiyun knew what King Fu was worried about. This clan was a hemangioma that could explode at any time for imperial power. It could not be cut, could not be provoked, but could not be liked. Moreover, these clans would never be stingy with spending one or two daughters to bet on some young people who seemed promising.

Isn’t the most famous one the Lu family, who even won’t let go of a Sishui Pavilion Chief?

"I'm still a little worried, you guy..." King Fu sighed to the sky: "I'm so lustful."

"Ha?" Song Beiyun was stunned: "Thousands of years... It would be fine if people say this, you..."

"You mean I have never been young?"

"Ah...this isn't."

King Fu waved his hand: "You should take more responsibility yourself, don't let Jin Ling'er down."

"Where...what can it be."

Today, Song Beiyun's biggest gain was a hundred best craftsmen, including carpenters, bricklayers, blacksmiths, and all kinds of people in all kinds of religions. But at the same time, they also received the main task and the side task. Perhaps this is the parallel between power and obligation.

The main task is to achieve breakthrough results on iron tools, while the side task is to prepare a gift for the Empress Dowager.

Although he didn't know that he, a little-minded person, was going to prepare gifts for people of the Empress Dowager level, since the Fu Wang had issued a mandatory task, he had to do it or not.

The main task is not so hurry. After all, the deadline given by King Fu is three years, but the main task is very urgent and will be completed in two months.

Just give me a lump? I'm afraid I look down on the social status of the Empress Dowager, so I must spend some time, but how to spend this effort is a big problem.

What is the point of giving gifts? Novelty has meaning, on the one hand, and expensive value is the other hand, and it is easy to deal with it alone, but it is very difficult to deal with it together. A clever mind is not responsible, and if he gives gifts, it will definitely be related to Jin Ling'er, which is related to the face of His Royal Highness the Princess.

When he returned home, Song Beiyun originally said to take a peek at Xiaoyu for a bath and see how he cut it, but now that the sudden pressure came, his evil tastes disappeared immediately.

Fortunately, there is a big artist at home that is not...

"This? If you want me, you might as well make the little Buddha the size of a palm, put it in a box and send it over. Build a wall, which looks gratifying." Qiaoqiao combed her hair while combing her hair: "I heard that the Empress Dowager is in her 80s. The fat dolls that this kind of old man loves the most is fat dolls. If you send Maitreya over and get 180 fat dolls with different expressions, it will definitely be gratifying."
Chapter completed!