Yan Wulu didn't give the other party a chance to defend himself, he came to his own conclusion.
Seeing that Zhao Linglong looked stunned for a moment, Yan Wulu continued -
"...I want you to help me relieve a person's inflammation and poison."
Zhao Linglong was a little surprised, and she swallowed silently.
Although I don't know how the other party found out my identity, at least I know what the other party wants.
"There is no cure for the poison of inflammation. This has long been the consensus of the world."
Zhao Linglong said perfunctorily: "...Young master, you probably don't know this, right?"
"If there are questions, there will be answers."
"If there is poison, there must be an antidote."
"These are just things that haven't been found yet."
Yan Wulu said, confidently and calmly, "...if there is really no cure for the inflammation poison and death is inevitable, then the inflammation demon should be the first to die."
Faced with Yan Wulu's clever argument, Zhao Linglong had nothing to say.
Anyway, she didn't want to argue with the other party about this.
"I want to stay here. I have things to do. I can't go with you."
"What is it? I can help you do it."
Facing Yan Wulu's answer, Zhao Linglong was suddenly stunned, as if an idea suddenly appeared in her mind.
She looked at Yan Wulu with a playful expression and asked -
"Young Master is from the Northern Xinjiang royal family, from the Wanyan clan?"
"no."
"Then, the young master is..."
...The descendant of the three major vassal kings in the south?
Zhao Linglong was about to say something when she suddenly saw Yan Wulu wearing the unique clothing of the northern Xinjiang people.
She laughed to herself for a moment, thinking that there was no such possibility, and swallowed the unfinished words back in her stomach.
"Then, in this case, Master, you can't help me with this matter."
Zhao Linglong said, turned around and continued to strike at the casting platform.
Yan Wulu was not discouraged, but seemed to be more confident.
"What if I say, I must take you away?"
"Since you know that I am the descendant of the Demon of Flame, you should also know how strong the descendant of the demon is."
Zhao Linglong suddenly put down the hammer in her hand.
She stood up and reached out, stroking a pair of black iron fist gloves placed on the stone wall, looked at Yan Wulu, and continued: "...Young Master is so confident that you can take me away?"
"Everything must be tried."
"Young Master is a nice person and good-looking. I don't want to be your enemy."
Zhao Linglong said with some hesitation, "...Besides, I have stayed in Baikal City for so long. I don't want to reveal my identity unless I have to."
"...Well, why don't I compete with the young master? If the young master wins, I will go with you; if the young master loses, I will go by myself."
Yan Wulu chuckled when he heard the sound, "Okay, but it doesn't hurt the harmony."
"...I wonder what Miss Zhao wants to compare?"
"If we fight, I'm afraid I'll bully you because of my heavy hand."
Zhao Linglong thought seriously.
Suddenly, she knocked in her hand and said directly: "...How about blacksmithing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Linglong shook her head as if she was going back on her word, "...No way, sir, how can you possibly be able to forge iron with such an aristocratic appearance, sir?"
"Just strike iron."
Yan Wulu was not polite at all, he proposed his own method.
"...How about I designate someone to compete with you on my behalf?"
"...She is a casting genius that I have personally confirmed. Casting and calcination, I have never seen her lose to anyone in this matter."
"oh?"
Zhao Linglong seemed to be aroused for a moment with a desire to win. "...I pride myself on having some experience in casting, but no one has ever boasted of me like this in front of others."
"...I would also like to meet someone who can make you, my lord, trust you so much."
…
Yan Wulu quickly asked someone to invite Jiang Yueling over.
When Jiang Yueling came here, she didn't quite understand the situation...
Yan Wulu came to Jiang Yueling and whispered. He briefly explained the bet with Zhao Linglong to Jiang Yueling.
When Jiang Yueling heard this, his eyebrows turned and he nodded slightly.
The expression on his face gradually became a bit playful and evil...
"Brother Wulu, you want to take the little beauty back to Yanbei, but in the end, you still need Yue Ling to help you?"
When Yan Wulu heard this, his head suddenly blackened.
"Yue Ling, don't make trouble. I'm just doing this for business, not for beauty or not."
"Hahaha, I know, it's just a joke."
Jiang Yueling smiled and said: "...Brother Wulu is much more rigid now than before."
Yan Wulu was speechless when he heard this... Do you think you are?
Is it because Jiang Yueling's words are becoming more and more inappropriate?
He shook his head to clear away the messy thoughts in his mind.
Jiang Yueling also stepped forward at this moment. As she walked, she tied her long hair behind her with both hands. After tying it, she suddenly looked much more capable and shrewd.
She stopped and picked up the forging apron on the casting table of the blacksmith shop next to her.
Yan Wulu immediately stepped forward to her side and helped Jiang Yueling tie her apron with her own hands.
"Yue Ling, come on. Whether master's poison can be cured depends on your test." Yan Wulu whispered beside Jiang Yueling.
He believed Jiang Yueling would definitely win...
But even if he loses, he will take Zhao Linglong away. Even if it is tied with a rope, he will tie Zhao Linglong back to the North!
When Jiang Yueling heard Yan Wulu's voice, she smiled and gestured slightly to express her relief.
She looked at Zhao Linglong in front of her and said, "Let's get started, Miss Zhao."
Zhao Linglong also clasped her fists slightly when she heard this.
"Miss Jiang, please enlighten me." (1)
As soon as he finished speaking, two blazing fires ignited from the casting platform in front of them, like pillars of fire shooting straight up.
Under the firelight.
Jiang Yueling, with her long hair tied up, looks particularly beautiful.
…
Colorful fire.
Iron flower remodeling.
On the two casting platforms, the moment the molten iron rose into the sky, it suddenly spread out like stars filling the sky.
The beauty holding the hammer is like a goddess scattering flowers, gorgeous and dazzling.
After a long time, the prototypes of the two weapons gradually emerged...
…
"I lost."
Zhao Linglong collapsed directly on the ground, looking decadent.
Her eyes were full of disbelief.
Zhao Linglong gradually raised her head and looked at Jiang Yueling, who was unhurriedly cleaning up the casting platform.
The opponent's back is straight, his posture is graceful, and every move he makes is far more elegant and graceful than his own...
Moreover, the weapons forged are of better quality and take less time than your own.
Full of curiosity, she asked: "Miss Jiang, how do you know these things? How did you... forge a sword of this quality?"
Jiang Yueling smiled slightly when he heard this.
She came to Zhao Linglong, pulled her up with one hand, and said modestly -
"Want to learn? I'll teach you."
"...But before that, Miss Zhao, you have to go back to Yanbei with us."
"Yanbei?" Zhao Linglong keenly grasped the key word in the words.
She looked surprised and asked -
"...Young Master and Miss Jiang are...people of King Zhenbei?"
Yan Wulu also came to the two of them at this moment.
He nodded slightly when he heard the words.
And Jiang Yueling did not deny it.
Zhao Linglong was still a little excited, she was thinking...
"Then, Master, you should be..."
"The Prince of Zhenbei came to Northern Xinjiang specifically as an envoy of Daqian."
Yan Wulu spoke directly and continued with a hint of joking, "...Isn't Miss Zhao so secluded that she doesn't even know this?"
Zhao Linglong felt ashamed for a moment.
Because she really didn't know the news, and she only focused on blacksmithing and waiting for ideas to meet people from the Wanyan clan in Northern Xinjiang.
She looked excited, "Young master should have said it earlier!"
"...If I had known that you are the Prince of Zhenbei, I would have left with you a long time ago, so why bother with the competition?"
Zhao Linglong is sincere and sincere.
Yan Wulu was slightly surprised when he heard this.
After all, the name of Prince Zhenbei has always brought him the most... assassinations, notoriety, and being a dandy.
When will such a good thing happen again?
At a certain moment, Yan Wulu suddenly thought of a certain "timely rain".
As long as he tells his name, he can instantly turn danger into safety and turn danger into good fortune. When he meets someone, he will clasp his fists or kneel down and call himself brother.
Yan Wulu felt funny in his heart.
He looked at Zhao Linglong and joked a few words in agreement.
Later, the Zhenbei sergeant called by Yan Wulu also arrived.
Originally, these sergeants were prepared in case Zhao Linglong broke his promise or Jiang Yueling was defeated, but now, they have become a team to escort them back.
…
Yan Wulu, Jiang Yueling, and Zhao Linglong, escorted by Zhenbei sergeants, arrived at the Wangcheng Post House.
As soon as Yan Wulu and others arrived, the eldest princess's guard came behind.
They claimed, "The eldest princess has obtained an eternal poem and invited the Prince of Zhenbei to enjoy it."
Yan Wulu felt a little dizzy when he heard this.
He looked at the sky and realized that it was already getting late. The "iron blacksmithing competition" between Jiang Yueling and Zhao Linglong took several hours.
By the time I arrived at the Northern Palace, I was afraid it would already be dark.
This Wanyan Lingxu... Looking for myself to read poetry in the middle of the night?
Yan Wulu felt something was wrong.
While Yan Wulu was puzzled, the captain of the eldest princess's guard quietly approached and whispered beside Yan Wulu -
"Your Highness, the eldest princess is looking for you to discuss the land of Hetao and the two states, as well as matters related to Beiyuan Khan Wang Wan Yanfen."
When Yan Wulu heard this, his eyes changed slightly, "That's it."
It seems that maybe Wanyan Lingxu's intelligence made her aware of the abnormality of "Wanyan Fen".
If we can use the reputation of the eldest princess to deal with Shen Yupei pretending to be Wan Yanfen, we will get twice the result with half the effort.
Yan Wulu thought about it and couldn't help but said directly——
"Please, captain of the guard, I will go with you to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."
The captain of the guard was frightened and made gestures: "I dare not bear such a great gift from the Crown Prince. Please go ahead, His Highness."
…
Wan Yanfen, the now famous Khan of Beiyuan in Northern Xinjiang, is also known as the Great King of Beiyuan in Northern Xinjiang among the people of Dagan.
Wanyanfen's success was still due to Wanyanlie.
In the land of northern Xinjiang.
It is said that the former King of Northern Xinjiang originally enfeoffed the South Courtyard, and before the two kings of the North Courtyard, they originally wanted to make Wanyan Lie the King of the South Courtyard.
After all, the King of Nanyuan is in charge of Southern Xinjiang and needs to fight against Daqian and Northern Territory for a long time. Therefore, he must be appointed by a senior general with qualifications and ability.
And Wanyan Lie is indeed the best choice.
But unfortunately, Wanyan Lie lost his courage as a general after his defeat at the hands of Yan Dong.
Before the official enfeoffment, he took the initiative to ask the old Northern Xinjiang king to be transferred from Southern Xinjiang.
Wan Yanlie claimed, "I have been fighting in southern Xinjiang for half my life, and now I can no longer fight.",
At the same time, Wanyan Lie also wrote a letter of recommendation in his own hand, recommending Wanyan Fen, a side branch of the clan who was far less famous than himself at the time, to serve as the King of the Southern Academy and stationed in Southern Xinjiang.
Although the old Northern King couldn't bear it, he also knew that this kind of thing could not be forced.
Therefore, he transferred Wanyan Lie to the title of King of Beiyuan.
According to Wan Yan Lie's recommendation, another equally talented general, Wan Yan Fen, was appointed as the King of the South Campus.
Since taking office, Wan Yanfen has worked hard to rectify the military situation, and always pay attention to Yuwen Hu in the south and Yan Dong's Zhenbei Army in the north.
Due to his strong military strength, Wan Yanfen often conquered the beast tribe and wolf tribe in northern Xinjiang while guarding the border;
Due to the strict military management, Wan Yanfen's army never bothered the herders under his command during expeditions.
As a result, in Wanyanfen's southern Xinjiang, the herders under his command were in peace and were free from intrusion by foreign tribes.
Until a few months ago, there were rumors that the wolf god of the wolf clan had come and revived. In order to ensure the living space of the people in northern Xinjiang, Wan Yanfen led his army to fight with the wolf clan in the western border of southern Xinjiang.
During the fierce battle, a wolf spirit seemed to appear, and Wan Yanfen suddenly fainted and fell off his horse.
Under the desperate protection of many soldiers, Wanyan Fen was carried back to the army camp.
Wan Yanfen was in coma and did not wake up for several days.
At the suggestion of the eldest princess, the young King of Northern Xinjiang specially sent the great witch doctor from the palace.
The great witch doctor performed a strange dance for Wan Yanfen, saying that he was inviting the "Heaven of Immortality" to come to him.
Afterwards, another pot of talisman water was boiled and fed to the unconscious Wan Yanfen.
After a lot of work... there was no improvement.
But the next day, "Wan Yanfen" suddenly woke up...
Everyone just thought it was the work of the great witch doctor.
But only three people knew that this "Wan Yan Burn" was no longer the other Wan Yan Burn.
…
Baikal city.
Northern Xinjiang Palace.
Yan Wulu was invited by the eldest princess Wanyan Lingxu to go deep into the palace of the Northern Xinjiang Palace in the evening.
In the northern Xinjiang grassland, which hates the Central Plains, to be treated like this by the northern Xinjiang royal family is definitely a great trust and intimacy for a Central Plains person.
However, Yan Wulu still didn't know the significance of this layer at the time.
He just felt that the reason why Wanyan Lingxu was like this was just because of the matter between Hetao and Wanyanfen.
…
In the palace of the eldest princess of Northern Xinjiang.
Wanyan Lingxu is a very special princess from Northern Xinjiang.
As a native of Northern Xinjiang, she does not love bows and horses like other Northern Xinjiang people. Instead, she is obsessed with various ancient poems and books from Jixia Academy.
...Although this may be related to the disability of her legs.
Wanyan Lingxu's palace is also decorated differently from the palaces of other northern Xinjiang royal families.
There are very few animal heads and furs, the wild decorations commonly used by northern Xinjiang people, and more of them are gauze curtains and ancient bookshelves like those in Daqian in the Central Plains.
…
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Information that can currently be released——
(1) Zhao Linglong often wears men's clothes when she is blacksmithing. Jiang Yueling's dress may confuse others, but for her, it is easy to see.
