The most romantic little emperor

"Your Majesty, are you satisfied with this?" At this moment, the fortune teller was like a servile pug, groveling and begging for mercy. There was not a trace of shame in his words, but rather they were filled with flattery and fawning.

Qin Hao looked at the old Taoist priest whose face was as thick as a city wall, feeling a little amused and helpless. He finally couldn't help laughing and let out a helpless bitter smile. He shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, just stay."

As soon as these words were spoken, the gloom on the fortune teller's face was instantly replaced by a glow of joy. He quickly kowtowed to express his gratitude, his gratitude overflowing with words, as if he had received the most precious gift in the world.

When he stood up, his steps were slightly unsteady, but he stood steadily among the crowd of alchemists. His pride and satisfaction were difficult to conceal.

Seeing this, the people kneeling on the ground looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes, thinking secretly in their hearts: Since this way is feasible, why hesitate?

As a result, a trend of imitating others quietly emerged, and everyone was unwilling to lag behind and competed to show off their own extraordinary qualities.

"Your Majesty, I am a Feng Shui master. I once found an ancient tomb that has not been opened for a thousand years among the mountains and rivers. It contains a mysteries of the universe and countless secrets."

"Your Majesty, although I was born in poverty, I have traveled all over the country and have a lot of experience in exploring the secrets of mineral deposits. I am willing to help Your Majesty solve your problems and explore the source of wealth in the world."

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In an instant, distinctive voices came one after another. Everyone was eager to show their unique skills and extraordinary experiences, fearing that if they hesitated for a moment, they would miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and go back to those unbearable hard days.

There was a glimmer of surprise in Qin Hao's eyes. He had never expected that there was such an extraordinary person hidden among this group of people.

Exploring the mysteries of ancient tombs. During the chaotic Three Kingdoms period, the hero known as A'man was also fond of this and even set up a special post of tomb raider to solve the problem of military supplies.

Now, things have changed, and he unexpectedly met the successor of this ancient skill here.

Talking about mineral exploration is even more exciting.

As Daxia was on its way to becoming powerful, it wanted to expand its army and recover lost territory, so it needed a huge amount of ironware.

How could we do such a short-sighted thing as plundering the people's pots and taking their farming tools?

Professionals do professional things, you may need them in the future.

Thinking of this, Qin Hao raised a faint smile, and his words were full of majesty, like a gentle spring breeze, but in fact, it was a hidden edge. "In this case, all of you should stay!"

"However, I want you to remember that the responsibility you are carrying is the most important secret of the country. It is more important than Mount Tai. Not even a little bit of it can be leaked."

"From now on, you will be the sharpest blade of Daxia, hiding in the dark and protecting our land. If anyone breaks the rules in the future, they will be severely punished."

When everyone heard this, although they didn't know what Qin Hao wanted them to do, they felt a great responsibility in their hearts. They straightened their backs involuntarily, expressed their loyalty in unison, and were willing to follow him until death.

Qin Hao nodded slightly, and then asked: "Who among you is the leader?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in a black robe and with a white beard walked out of the crowd with a slightly staggering step. His face was full of humility and trepidation. He replied softly, "Your Majesty, I am Master Taixu."

Qin Hao frowned slightly, feeling somewhat unhappy. He did not reject Taoism, but the people in front of him were obviously not real Taoists. They were just cheating people in the name of Taoism.

"Don't be mysterious in front of me. I'm asking your real name." Qin Hao said coldly.

The old man in black robe saw Qin Hao's displeasure and instantly restrained his usual hermit attitude, replacing it with an unconcealable panic.

His body trembled slightly, and he immediately knelt down, kowtowed respectfully and said: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I... no, my name is Hu Dagen, and I am actually an insignificant person. I once lived on the edge of Fuhu Mountain and happened to get a few Taoist books. I called myself 'Taixu Zhenren' and traveled around the world. I was really presumptuous. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

It turns out that behind such an awesome Taoist name is such a rustic name, the difference is like heaven and earth, it really makes people sigh.

Qin Hao thought to himself that under this contrast, what he did was probably not a bright thing. A trace of vigilance and a hint of disdain quietly crept into his heart.

He spoke again, with a barely perceptible chill in his tone: "Is your alchemy skill very good?"

When Hu Dagen heard this, his expression changed slightly. His heart started beating like a drum as he secretly tried to guess what the emperor was thinking.

Is it a quest for elixir to achieve immortality, or is there some other deeper meaning?

He swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a while, and then answered carefully: "I do know a little bit about the art of alchemy, but I am far from the level of perfection."

Qin Hao's eyes were like torches, and his tone was full of unquestionable majesty: "Speak, don't hide anything from me. I ask you, when you were refining the elixir, did the furnace explode? You must tell me the truth."

Hu Dagen was shocked by the sudden severity. After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he finally bowed his head and accepted his fate. He slowly told the truth: "Your Majesty, there is this matter. When I started to make pills, I personally witnessed the tragic scene of furnaces being destroyed and medicine scattered four or five times. I still feel scared when I think about it."

Qin Hao couldn't help but feel a little excited when he heard this. He asked, "Do you still remember the recipe?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Dagen said without any hesitation, "Of course I remember."

"One pound of saltpeter, five ounces of sulfur, four ounces and eight cents of fir ash, three ounces and two cents of cinnabar, three ounces and two cents of realgar, two ounces and four cents of mercury..."

Then they mentioned several materials that Qin Hao had never heard of. He frowned and couldn't help asking, "Are you guys making an elixir of immortality or a poison? Is this stuff edible?"

Qin Hao secretly complained in his heart, imagining that if he tried it carelessly, he would probably die soon, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"We..." When Hu Dagen heard this, beads of sweat instantly oozed out of his forehead. He stammered and his eyes flickered, obviously frightened by Qin Hao's questioning and didn't know what to do.

"Alright, you don't need to explain. I summoned you today not for the illusory alchemy technique."

Qin Hao waved his sleeves lightly, interrupting Hu Dagen's flustered explanation, and his tone suddenly became more excited and expectant. "I have an ancient secret recipe in my hand. It is concise and contains the truth of heaven and earth. One sulfur, two nitrate and three charcoal."

"I need you to mix these three materials in different proportions. Of course, the specific proportions will require you to conduct multiple experiments..."

In the past, this was just a familiar formula, but making gunpowder still required repeated experiments.

Hu Dagen was confused when he heard this. He asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"