Yuchi Feng's eyes welled up with tears from the pain, but he still asked the blacksmith, "Why are you squatting? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
The blacksmith laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah, I suddenly felt a little dizzy. It might be too hot, but I'm much better now."
As he said this, he stood up.
Thank you, His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, for finding a perfect excuse for him.
"It's quite hot in here." Yuchi Feng agreed. "I still feel hot even after taking off my clothes!"
The blacksmith at the side looked at Yuchi Feng and said, "Your Highness, Eighth Prince, this is too much work. How about we help you forge a sword? What kind of sword do you want?"
Yuchi Feng refused with a serious face, "No! This is a gift from me to my sister!"
“I want to build it myself!”
He muttered quietly, "It doesn't make sense that I can do it in my dream, but I can't do it after I wake up!"
"Could it be that I am worse than my dream self?"
"Hmm? What are you saying, Your Highness the Eighth Prince?" His voice was too soft and they couldn't hear clearly.
Yuchi Feng shook his head, "Nothing!"
"I just want to ask you, do you know how to make a soft sword? The kind that can also become very hard!"
The blacksmiths looked at each other and said, "We don't know how to do this."
"But we know someone who will!"
"In the entire Yuan Dynasty, no one can do it except that person."
After a pause, they suddenly enthusiastically recommended, "Your Highness the Eighth Prince, please go find him!"
"Go learn from him!"
"Yes, yes, yes, you can go find him and learn from him. Here's his address, here you go!"
Yuchi Feng was escorted out of the door, still holding the small hammer. They helped him put on his clothes, took the hammer from his hand, and waved at him with a smile, "Your Highness the Eighth Prince, you must work hard and study hard!"
"You're 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 gradually became firmer, "Yes! I will definitely do it!"
"I'll make my sister happy!"
With that, Yuchi Feng ran away holding the note with the address on it.
Several blacksmiths looked at the one who gave Yuchi Feng the address in confusion, "Why did you give him that person's address?"
"Aren't you worried that someone will come to this palace and take your place?"
The blacksmith chuckled softly, "I wish he would come."
"But he's used to being free, and he definitely doesn't want to be bound here."
"As for why you let the Eighth Prince go?"
"Haven't you heard about the emperor sending people to collect prescriptions from the people?"
Several blacksmiths sensed something was up, "Are you planning to have the Eighth Prince buy his soft sword-making method?"
He nodded slightly, "Your Highness the Eighth Prince will definitely not be able to learn it in one day."
"So how will he do it?"
"Given the Eighth Prince's temperament, he would have paid a large sum of money to buy it."
They all laughed, "If His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince really buys it, then we'll all enjoy the good fortune too!"
"You are so smart!"
He smiled and said, "It was the Emperor who came up with this idea that was clever."
…
Yuchi Feng found a small courtyard according to the address. The door was closed. He walked over, lifted the copper ring on the door, and knocked gently a few times. After a while, footsteps came and someone opened the door. "Hmm? Young man, who are you looking for?"
Yuchi Feng looked at his face and was so surprised that he couldn't speak. This was the person he had dreamed of!
But he looked much younger than in his dreams.
"I'm looking, I'm looking..."
He didn't utter a complete sentence.
The blacksmith was already getting impatient. "If you can't remember, 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 an eyebrow and took the banknote. "What do you want from me?"
"I want to learn how to make a soft sword! Can you teach me?" Yuchi Feng looked at him expectantly.
The blacksmith said, "Oh!" and asked, "Do you know I'm a blacksmith?"
He has never seen this little boy!
Yuchi Feng nodded. Of course not. He had seen it in his dream.
"Can you teach me?"
"For these..." The blacksmith glanced at the banknotes in his hand, turned around and left, "Follow me."
"Okay!" Yuchi Feng hurriedly followed him in and turned around to close the door. He remembered that the door was also closed when he came just now. Besides, there were so many pieces of iron on the ground... He was afraid that someone would come and steal if he didn't close the door!
"You have so many pieces of iron here."
The blacksmith sneered, "Of course, I'm a blacksmith. I'll never be short of iron."
"How did you know I could forge a soft sword?"
Yuchi Feng blinked his eyes, wanting to say that he had dreamed it, 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, but the palace blacksmith recommended you to me."
"I'm coming right over!"
Blacksmith: I see. It was recommended by the palace blacksmith.
As for what he said before about dreaming?
Oh, I didn't take it seriously. It sounded fake.
"Then come and try fighting first, I want to see your strength."
As the blacksmith finished speaking, Yuchi Feng took off his shirt and tied it in a knot under his belly. He looked at the red spot on his white, tender, round belly and said aggrievedly, "Why is there still a red mark?"
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