The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

When Zhao Long heard Ye Feng asking about the origins of the silver spear and sword, he hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, the spear and sword were made for me by someone else."

"Oh? Where is the person who helps you forge weapons?" Ye Feng's voice was a little excited. The formation of his light cavalry required the forging of extremely sharp cavalry swords.

However, if an ordinary craftsman had the casting level of the Song Dynasty, it would be impossible to make that kind of cavalry sword. This was also what had been bothering him recently.

"Your Majesty, this man has a strange personality. He is in Hua County, and I don't know if he is willing to see you." Zhao Long knew the old man's personality very well.

If he had not begged at the door for ninety days, he would not have been willing to make weapons for himself. He only knew how to make kitchen knives and sickles every day. Even Zhao Du, the King of Pingxi, came to him to make a sword, but was flatly rejected by this guy. Even the threat of his life was ignored by him.

"Oh? There is such a strange person? Then I must go and meet him!" Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he gestured to Zhao Long, saying, "You lead the way!"

"As ordered!"

Zhao Long rode a white warhorse and walked in front, with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He was extremely excited. He never thought that he could become a general.

At noon, the sun was shining on the streets of Hua County. Many people gathered on the streets, selling things in their hands in exchange for money.

"Isn't that the hunter kid from Wushan? The people following him look dressed in unusual clothes. I wonder who they are?"

"That young man looks very handsome, even more handsome than that brat Zhao Long. I just don't know who he is."

"Could it be someone from the Western Shu Dynasty?"

"How is that possible! You all know that Zhao Long hates the people of the Western Shu Dynasty to the core and has been guarding us at the border all year round!"

……

The people on both sides of the streets in Hua County were whispering to each other. They were all discussing who Zhao Long was with, and there was curiosity on their faces.

"Boy Zhao Long, who are those following you?" A white-haired old man took a sip of wine. He looked skinny and dark-skinned. Due to years of malnutrition and lack of food and clothing, he could only rely on liquor to spend the rest of his life. He mustered up the courage to ask directly.

"Hehe! I'll scare you guys if I tell you that!"

Zhao Long looked at the people around him with a playful look on his face. He turned his head and looked at Ye Feng, obviously asking whether Ye Feng wanted to reveal his identity. Seeing Ye Feng nodded.

"This is our Great Song Dynasty, the invincible ruler who fought all the way to Jiayun Pass in the Qingyuan Dynasty, Lord Ye Feng. From now on, I will be a general under his command!"

Zhao Long stopped, his face full of excitement, and his head held high.

"Ah? Zhen Guojun?"

"Lord Zhenguojun actually came to inspect our Hua County in person?"

"It seems that the Song Dynasty has not forgotten Hua County!"

……

When everyone heard the three words "Zhen Guo Jun", they all knelt down with excitement on their faces.

They all knew that Ye Feng had destroyed Pingxi King Zhao Du. Most importantly, they heard that Ye Feng was very good to the people, would not impose heavy taxes, was approachable, and would not oppress the people.

"Greetings to the King of Zhenguo!"

Many people knelt on the ground and bowed.

"You are welcome, fellow villagers. I have seen that Hua County is extremely poor. I will organize the army and horses, and will never let the army of the Western Shu Dynasty set foot in Hua County. You can farm and run your business with confidence. If you have any difficulties, report to the new governor of Pingxi County!"

Ye Feng raised his hand towards the many suffering people.

Some of the children looked so pale and thin that it was really unbearable to look at them.

As the King of Pingxi, Zhao Du used the entire county's financial resources to maintain the expenses of his army. He only wanted to keep his throne, so how could he care about the lives of the people?

"Thank you, Lord Zhenguo! Long live Lord Zhenguo!"

The people all cheered. They had heard a lot of rumors. Ever since King Ye Feng came to inspect the Song Dynasty, corrupt officials had been killed wherever he went. The status of the people was getting higher and higher, and they were no longer bullied by the aristocratic families as before. Thinking that they would be able to live that kind of life in the future, they said sincerely.

"Lead the way!"

Ye Feng rode on his warhorse and looked at Zhao Long not far away, and said jokingly: "I didn't expect that you are a celebrity in Hua County. So many people know you."

Zhao Long led the way while rubbing his head in embarrassment. "I am alone, and I cannot finish all the food I hunt, so I often share it with others. In addition, the Western Shu Dynasty bullies people too much, and often sends small armies to capture able-bodied men and women. I was so angry that I guarded the border all year round. As long as there is any disturbance, I will kill all the invading soldiers of the Western Shu Dynasty."

"I see!"

Ye Feng nodded in appreciation. Punishing evil and promoting good, this is the temperament that a strong man should have!

"Coming!"

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Not long after, Zhao Long led everyone to a dilapidated courtyard, and saw a huge stove placed at the gate of the courtyard. There were several apprentices beside it, who were working hard to pull the bellows to make the fire in the stove brighter and burn more fiercely.

Next to the stove, there was a forging table, on which a gray-haired man with strong muscles could be seen. He was holding a hammer in his hand and frantically hammering the prototype of a sickle in front of him.

"Hey! Old man!"

Zhao Long came to the outside of the blacksmith shop, with a smile on his face, and greeted the man.

The burly man said impatiently, "What are you doing here again? Don't disturb me while I'm working. Li Er from West Street needs two sickles. I have to make them for him before dark."

"With your skills, it's just two sickles." Zhao Long quickly said, "Zhen Guojun wants to see you for something."

"Zhen Guo Jun? Ye Feng!"

The blacksmith had obviously heard of Ye Feng and frowned slightly.

"What does he want from me?"

The blacksmith asked Zhao Long.

Ye Feng got off his horse and walked to the front of the blacksmith with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect that the Song Dynasty is so full of talents and masters are among the people! It's a pity that your casting technology is not used by the Ministry of Industry!"

Although Ye Feng didn't know much about casting, he could see clearly that the blacksmith had a very skilled technique and the sickle he forged was much sharper than ordinary weapons.

"Haha... I worked in the Ministry of Works when I was young, but unfortunately the emperor looked down on me." The blacksmith laughed, with disdain and resentment on his face.

"Oh! Are you talking about that useless Emperor Xuan of Song?"

Ye Feng did not mince words and asked directly.

When the blacksmith heard Ye Feng insulting Emperor Xuan of Song in front of everyone, he raised his head and looked at Ye Feng carefully, and said slowly: "You are very courageous, aren't you afraid of the imperial power?"

"Sorry, I have been granted special permission by the emperor! Besides, he is just a loser, can't I scold him?" Ye Feng responded with a smile.