"All right then..."
Since he insists so much...
Yuchi Feng encouraged himself, then mustered up the courage to stand over, closed his eyes, and with a whoosh, swung the small hammer down with force.
The small hammer hit the iron block, and the sparks hit his skin again. He cried out in pain, and while crying, he raised the small hammer and hit it hard, not forgetting to cheer himself up.
“I’m the best!!”
“I can do it!!”
"Isn't it just forging a sword?! I can do it in my dreams, and I can definitely do it now!!"
"I can definitely make the most beautiful jewel sword for my sister!"
"I'm the best! I don't feel any pain, I don't feel any pain at all, wuwuwuwu, I don't feel any pain!"
"Brave Iron, come on!"
…
He kept chattering away, and the blacksmith beside him said: ...
In the previous life, I killed people and set fires. In this life, I watch people forge iron.
Why does this young boy talk so much?
He really wanted to tell him to shut up, but he looked very scared. Wouldn't it be bad to interrupt him now?
The blacksmith had no choice but to endure his chatter and watch him forging iron. Upon seeing this, his face was filled with surprise. He hadn't even started teaching him yet, and his technique was actually correct...
This... He was very sure that only people in his family knew this technique.
Yuchi Feng was still waving the little hammer vigorously, muttering, "I could do it in my dream, and I will definitely do it now!"
"I have to believe in myself, wuwuwuwu, but it really hurts. However, for my sister, I can do it. I'm not afraid of pain!"
“I’m the bravest!!”
"I'm my sister's favorite brother!"
Blacksmith: ...
Is your sister the only one on your mind?
But in the dream...
Could it be that he really learned it in his dream?
No way?
The blacksmith shook his head, thinking that his idea was too absurd. He didn't know him, so it was impossible for him to dream of him forging iron.
And taught him some techniques...
It must have been a mistake!
He also seems to be using the hammer in a random manner.
Yuchi Feng stopped fighting halfway and asked, "How should we fight next?"
He watched for so long in his dream, but he only learned half of it.
Blacksmith: As I expected, he was just hitting it randomly!
Now I don’t know how to fight!
"Come, I'll teach you."
The blacksmith held his hand and taught him how to hammer. By late at night, the blade was ready, but a scabbard was still missing.
Yuchi Feng looked at the sky and said, "I'm going back to the palace first!"
"I'll come back tomorrow to learn how to make a scabbard!"
"Okay." The blacksmith smiled and waved goodbye to him. After he left, he took out the silver notes he had given him, dipped his fingers in saliva and began to count them.
"This...I can't even earn that much in a month."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
After all, he takes jobs on a whim and only takes one order every few months.
"It would be nice if there were more such scapegoats."
Yuchi Feng returned to his yard. When he took a bath, he carefully submerged his stomach in the water. His eyes were red from the pain. After the bath, he lay on the bed to rest.
As a result, he had a high fever the next day. It was Jing Huaiyu who came to see him and ran to An Wanfeng on his back, saying, "Miss An, please take a look at my dear. I went to look for him today and found that he had a fever."
An Wanfeng looked at him soothingly, reached out to feel his pulse, lifted his clothes and took a look, then sighed, "What's wrong with His Highness the Eighth Prince?"
The burned areas all became festered.
Jing Huaiyu was also shocked, "This... I have always been with my big brother before, and my big brother has never been bullied!"
"But mynah wasn't with me yesterday. I'll go ask Sister Dong'er!"
Jing Huaiyu turned and ran away. An Wanfeng helped him deal with the small pustules and gave him a herbal medicine to reduce fever.
The fever subsided after a while, and the person woke up slowly. When Yuchi Feng saw An Wanfeng, he was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth, "Sister An..."
The voice that came out was very hoarse.
He reached out and touched his neck, "My throat hurts."
"You have a fever, so a sore throat is normal."
An Wanfeng said, "You'll be fine after taking a few doses of medicine."
"What's with the wound on your body? Did someone burn you?"
Yuchi Feng shook his head and said, "No, I got it by accident."
An Wanfeng was surprised. "You got it by accident? Are you telling the truth?"
"Well! Don't tell your sister about this."
Yuchi Feng looked at her pitifully, "I don't want to make my sister worry."
He gave his sister a surprise in the dream, and he wanted to give his sister a surprise after waking up, huh!
He can't lose to his dream self!
Wait, he seems to have lost now?
In the dream, I didn’t even have a fever because of this minor injury!
Yuchi Feng curled his lips in grievance. It seemed that he still needed to exercise well. He was not exercising enough now!
He had only been slacking off for a few days, how could this happen!
Jing Huaiyu ran back and said, "Sister An, I heard that my brother went outside the palace to learn sword-making in order to make a sword for the little princess. I guess he got splashed while forging iron."
As soon as he finished speaking, people ran in.
Seeing that Yuchi Feng had woken up, his face was full of joy, "Myna, you're awake?"
"Are you feeling better? I went to look for you early this morning and saw you unconscious, your face red. I was terrified."
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