My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Bai Shaoqiu now truly understood the possible situation he might face after entering Kyoto.

After seeing off Mr. Si and Mr. Fang, he returned to the pavilion and stopped writing "A Dream of Red Mansions".

Dongfang Meng, his brother-in-law, had gone to the city and had not returned yet, so Bai Shaoqiu was the only one left in Chunman Cottage.

Very deserted.

He originally liked this kind of quietness, but now he is a little afraid——

There really is martial arts in this world!

Those skills that I used to think I had were certainly powerful enough to kill ordinary people with one blow, but if I faced those people in the martial arts world... it would be too easy for them to kill me with one blow.

Therefore, you must have the power to protect yourself!

Relying on others is not Bai Shaoqiu's style. After all, life and destiny are more secure in one's own hands.

With this in mind, he spread out a piece of paper, picked up a charcoal pencil, and began to draw a diagram of a compound bow on the paper.

This thing is a bit complicated, but Bai Shaoqiu is very familiar with it.

Then, as the pen in his hand moved, the outline of a bow gradually appeared on the paper.

Gradually becoming clearer and more complete.

Putting the paper aside, he began to draw the parts of the bow and indicate the dimensions of each one.

Falling Wheel,

Upper bow arm,

Bow handle,

Bow string slide,

……

When Dongfang Meng returned to Chunman Cottage carrying a load on his stick, Bai Shaoqiu was still writing and drawing very carefully in the pavilion.

He remembered what his sister had told him—

"Don't disturb my brother-in-law when he's writing!"

So he put the things in the kitchen and walked into the pavilion quietly.

He thought he was very careful, but his footsteps still alarmed Bai Shaoqiu.

Bai Shaoqiu turned his head to look at him and continued writing and drawing.

Dongfang Meng lifted his sleeves, wiped his mouth, walked into the pavilion, stood behind Bai Shaoqiu, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Brother-in-law,"

"What the hell is this?"

In fact, he was just looking for a topic to talk about and didn't even give Bai Shaoqiu a chance to tell him what this was.

His voice like spring thunder exploded in Bai Shaoqiu's ears again:

"By the way, brother-in-law, those idiots on the street who lost money are still scolding you!"

"They're also scolding Song Zigui... Why are they scolding Song Zigui?"

"But the voices they use to scold you are quieter now. I asked around and they said my father gave the order, and also that the students from Zhuxi cleared your name..."

"Brother-in-law, you are awesome!"

"They say you are the true number one talent in Xiling City!"

"But I still think you should practice martial arts... No matter how good your poetry is, it can't withstand a punch from me... Although you'll never be my match no matter how much you practice, it's always good to be able to withstand some beatings."

Bai Shaoqiu suddenly felt unwell.

He stopped writing and didn't look at Dongfang Meng. Instead, he looked at the pear tree in the corner of the patio.

There was no pear blossom in his eyes, only a burly and strong female man holding a spear and looking at him coldly.

He shuddered, and a strong desire to survive suddenly arose!

Kyoto is dangerous, and the danger is temporary.

Either lose your life or retreat successfully!

It's a one-time deal, which is better than living in the shadow of Dongfang Changying for the rest of his life.

There was another spring thunder in my ears:

"I went to Jinli Alley and thought about giving the silver to Xiaoxi, but she refused to take it, so I deposited the silver in Jubao Bank."

"Am I smart?"

"Guess what I heard at Jubao Money House?"

"It is said that an old man in plain clothes bet on you to win. He bet on you to win for 60,000 taels of silver!"

Bai Shaoqiu immediately withdrew his thoughts and turned to look at Dongfang Meng: "Who is it?"

"According to the bank's waiter, they don't know him either. But judging by his accent, he sounds like he's from Kyoto."

"..."

Coming all the way from Kyoto to buy a piece of trash from Xiling City?

This is such a god!

It must be a coincidence.

This old man in plain clothes came to Xiling City from Kyoto and happened to come across this gambling game. He went against the grain and bet on his own victory, making a quick buck of 600,000 taels of silver!

He dared to spend 60,000 taels of silver to buy a loser to win the championship... This is either because the old man is very rich and doesn't care about these tens of thousands of taels of silver at all,

Or... there's something wrong with this old man's brain!

It is unlikely to find out the identity of the old man through Jubao Money House, because the Ninth Princess asked the manager Qian of Jubao Money House, but Qian did not tell the Ninth Princess.

The reason is to maintain client confidentiality. This is the rule set by Her Royal Highness the Princess!

So what if they found out?

They won it fairly, you can't just snatch it back.

"Four Treasures,"

"what?"

"Have you learned how to drive?"

Dongfang Meng smiled foolishly, scratched his head, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and turned away without answering.

Bai Shaoqiu: “…”

Keep your head down and continue drawing the parts of this compound bow.

At dusk, he finished drawing all the parts, checked them carefully again, and modified a few places. Looking at the stack of papers, Bai Shaoqiu became a little worried.

For each component, he ensured that the listed data and drawn shapes were perfect, and the blacksmith could tell at a glance.

But the problem is the materials needed to build this compound bow!

This is a cold weapon suitable for special forces individual combat, not a primitive bow made of wood, ox horns, tendons, etc.

Carbon fiber and glass fiber are definitely not available.

It can only be replaced by alloy.

So the question is, is there such a thing as alloy in this world?

Bai Shaoqiu didn’t know, so he had to go to the blacksmith shop to check.

This is very important. If there is no alloy, the plan needs to be modified. Well... the weight will increase significantly, and the size of the bow will probably increase as well.

I have to go check it out tomorrow morning.

After putting away the stack of drawings, Bai Shaoqiu stood up and stretched his muscles. The sun was setting and it was time to cook again.

……

……

Smoke was also rising from the roofs of the rows of houses in Xiling City.

Uncle Fu walked home happily with his pipe in his mouth.

The tasks assigned by the young master have been completed, and the house in Liujiaojing has been successfully purchased. However, the fur merchant still needs to stay for another ten days or so. This is not a big deal, after all, the price has been bargained down to a great extent.

The shop next to the house has also been booked, and the young master is just waiting to bring the money to pay the deposit and rent.

I haven't read the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" written by the young master yet, but the young master is now the most talented person in Xiling City, so I think the book must be good.

The next step is to look for a printing workshop. By the way, tomorrow I will go to meet Old Man Wen. This old man used to be the owner of Bai’s Bookstore. He should know that the young master is famous.

He should forgive the young master for his past absurdity.

With him in charge of Sanwei Bookstore, business will probably be better.

Uncle Fu was walking and thinking with his pipe in his mouth, and unknowingly he walked into Luohua Alley!

This is a deep and quiet alley in Xiling City!

In stark contrast to Koi Alley, the people living in this alley are either rich or noble!

The former Bai Mansion is right here!

Uncle Fu was very familiar with this place, but now, after just over a year, it feels strange here.

Over the past year, he walked through this alley countless times and passed by the gate of Bai Mansion.

He had also stopped to look at it countless times.

The plaque with the words "Bai Fu" written on the lintel had long been removed.

But no new plaque was hung.

The vermilion door has always been closed and has never been opened.

I don’t know who bought this house but didn’t move in.

But at this moment, when Uncle Fu passed by the gate of Bai Mansion again, he was suddenly startled——

That door is ajar!

There is a carriage parked in front of the door!

A young man in gorgeous clothes got out of the carriage!

He had a sword that could swallow gold hanging from his waist, a silk-inlaid folding fan in his hand, and an old man in black following closely behind him.

They walked into the house.

The door slowly closed.

Uncle Fu took a deep puff of cigarette and exhaled a cloud of thick smoke.

His brows were furrowed—

The old man in black had a mirror the size of a copper coin hanging around his waist!

Xuanjing Division? !