The real daughter is really not a human being

After returning home, Xu Yi came again with gifts, but was stopped when he entered the door.

After making a lot of fuss, he explained that he was looking for Yaoguang, and was only let in after getting Yaoguang's consent.

Walking into the yard, although Xu Yi was surprised by the fields in front of him, he was more concerned about the sword in his hand, so he found Yaoguang with the sword in hand.

"Miss Yaoguang!" Xu Yi stepped forward and bowed deeply to Yaoguang.

"I was reckless in what happened at the banquet a few days ago. I have come here specially to apologize to Miss Yaoguang. I hope Miss Yaoguang will forgive me..." Xu Yi half-knelt on the ground, holding the sword and speaking sincerely.

He said how sorry he was to Yaoguang and wanted to fight her. He was also very excited after receiving the sword.

At this moment, Yaoguang was sitting by the lake fishing, enjoying a rare day off.

After hearing Xu Yi's flattery, he didn't say a word.

She knew better than anyone that Xu Yi was so agitated because she had deleted part of his memory, causing his memory to seem to be all about his unreasonable behavior.

Wouldn't he have any doubts about his memory?

After Xu Yi finished explaining his situation, he also stated his unreasonable request.

"This sword is too precious. I am unworthy of it... This sword is a divine weapon to me, but it is even more important to the court..."

Here he comes again. Yaoguang already understood what Xu Yi came for.

"I wonder if the lady could tell me where the swordsmith is?" Xu Yi didn't dare to look up at Yaoguang when he said this. After all, he was too ashamed.

"I made it."

"Girl!" Xu Yi shouted, then raised his head and looked at Yaoguang.

Yaoguang's eyes were clear, without any teasing or mockery.

Is this true?

"I forged the iron sword, what's wrong with that?" Yaoguang said.

Perhaps seeing that Xu Yi didn't quite believe it, Yaoguang took Xu Yi directly to the stove next door where she used to make farm tools.

Cai Fan came over these few days and gave Yaoguang a lot of iron, fearing that she might not have enough.

There are pieces of iron next to the stove now.

Yaoguang picked up a few pieces of iron ore at random and threw them into the furnace next to her. After waiting for a while, the iron turned into molten iron.

Yaoguang poured the boiling molten iron into the mold next to her, waited for it to cool slightly, broke the mold, and threw the ironware into the water.

There was a crackling sound of water, and when the iron block was fished out again, it looked exactly like the long sword at Xu Yi's waist.

Except for the scabbard, hilt, tassel and other things of Xu Yi's sword, everything else is exactly the same.

How could Xu Yi not recognize the sword that he held in his hand and admired every day?

So Xu Yi fell silent.

He came here to find a swordsmith, but he never expected that the swordsmith himself was Yaoguang.

He thought that this sword was rare to come by in decades, but Yaoguang finished it in less than an hour.

Is sword-making really that easy?

Only Miss Yaoguang can do it! Other swordsmiths can't do it! Xu Yi clenched his teeth and thought!

But if Yaoguang is the only one who can do it, then the matter of letting Yaoguang forge swords for the army will be in vain.

With Miss Yaoguang's identity, how could she stay in front of the furnace all day long?

But Xu Yi was not willing to accept this.

"Miss, have you ever thought about passing on your sword-making skills to others?" Xu Yi asked.

What if Miss Yaoguang wants to accept a disciple?

There must be some secret to this craft that he doesn't understand.

"Isn't this simple? What inheritance do you need?" Yaoguang asked in confusion.

Cold weapons are destined to be eliminated in the later stages of development. No matter how powerful a sword is, it can never be faster than someone else's artillery shells.

Is it simple? Xu Yi didn't think so, but he already had the answer in his mind.

"I understand, Miss Xu. Thank you for your hard work." Xu Yi left the gift and returned home in a daze.

Tell Mrs. Ji about this.

This sword was made by Miss Yaoguang, but outsiders can't learn it?

Although Mrs. Ji wanted to ask more carefully, seeing her son was so distraught, she thought he must have known the reason why he couldn't learn it.

That's fine.

It is indeed unlikely that everyone can possess such a peerless magical weapon.

Madam Ji only asked Xu Yi to cherish the sword in his hand and not to damage it easily.

Xu Yi agreed.

After returning to the yard, he took out the long sword that Yaoguang had forged in front of him and began to swing it.

It was as sharp as the sword he cherished, and even weighed almost the same.

Xu Yi held the sword in his hand and thought about it until late at night.

Sometimes I look at the sword, sometimes I think of Yaoguang.

-

There was another person in the capital who also couldn't sleep all night missing Yaoguang, Nie Xiyuan.

Ever since he met that strange little girl, all the magical skills given to him by God are gone!

The heads of the noble families who had been treated like dogs by him in the past, now turned against him one by one, betrayed him, and accused him of using witchcraft!

As a result, Nie Xiyuan became a prisoner and was trapped in the Sky Prison.

The prince came to interrogate him several times, but the petty officials in the prison did not dare to torture him.

There is no other reason. The rebels have great prestige among the people. If we kill Nie Xiyuan in a hurry now, it will give the rebels the opportunity to cause chaos.

To eradicate the problem at its roots, we need to do it step by step. Acting now will only alert the enemy.

So Nie Xiyuan, who had been locked up in the cell for a few days, was released and thrown back into his original residence.

All the previous slaves were taken away, and only those left were from the imperial court. His eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating, and his every move were all under the watchful eyes of the imperial court.

Nie Xiyuan, who was already like a useless person, suddenly had a crazy idea in his mind.

"I want to confess someone! She is closely related to the rebels in the south!" Nie Xiyuan shouted, and asked his subordinates to provide him with writing.

Soon, a portrait was completed by Nie Xiyuan.

The scroll was delivered to the prince's desk through the hands of several people.

Looking at the scroll brought over by the people below, the prince looked at it for a long time before recognizing that it was Yaoguang.

First, Nie Xiyuan's painting skills were not very good, and the paintings were not vivid enough. He was used to the portraits commonly used in government offices, and he was no longer used to this old style.

Second, Yaoguang has an ordinary appearance and her facial features are not outstanding, so the person in this scroll could be anyone.

It was only after hearing Nie Xiyuan's confession that this person was a young girl with great means that the prince connected the person in the scroll to Yaoguang.

The more the prince thought about Yaoguang, the more similar she seemed to him.

Is it really as Nie Xiyuan said?

"You said that if I ask her to come to the East Palace for questioning, will she come?" Hua Zhuoyu asked.

There is another Cai Fan in the room.

"Your Highness, Miss Yaoguang really doesn't like to go out. How about I do it for you?" Cai Fan hid his joy.

"Then I'd better go there myself and ask for clarification."

Compared to Nie Xiyuan, Hua Zhuoyu is more willing to believe Yaoguang.

He didn't think that everything Yaoguang did was a disguise, nor did he think that she was a rebel.

But how come these two people had secretly contacted each other before him?