From here, it can be inferred how tragic Nalan Yi's childhood was, her mother is dead, her father ignores her, and her life is definitely not as good as that of an ordinary child with a father and mother outside, but it is such a child, but he has grown up.

Not only did he grow up, but in the process of growing up, he noticed that the fat emperor noticed that although the holy family was not as strong as Rong Yi, it also made people know that there was such a prince.

Now although the crown prince has been established in the court, Nalan Hao and Nalan Yi have support, on the surface, as long as Nalan Jun falls, the two of them may be the next prince.

Today, it is not surprising that the emperor sent five princes to take charge of this matter.

When it comes to Prime Minister Bai, the prince naturally wants to take the initiative to avoid suspicion, so as not to be criticized.

The disagreement between the eldest prince Nalan Hao and Nalan Jun is too obvious, and the emperor will naturally not send him, and the only way to do it is to let the sixteen-year-old fifth prince and the same prime minister supervise on behalf of the emperor, so as not to have anything to do with the two sides.

Ming Yulong raised his eyes and looked at the back of the horse riding in front of the guards, and he didn't know what shocking things would be found in this search.

Just walked all the way, thought all the way, and arrived at the century-old blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith was striking iron in her leather bag, and when she saw her come in, she told her to sit there and rest for a while.

Ming Yulong knows that the work of striking iron is done in one go, and he can't lose his anger in key places.

Besides, she was not in a hurry for such a while, so she sat down in this blacksmith shop, and when she sat down, she accidentally stepped on a place, and felt a little uneven.

At first, I thought it was a stone, but I didn't kick it away, and it felt a little wrong, so I looked down.

It turned out that the legs of the table were uneven, and the boss used a book to plug the legs.

Ming Yulong cherishes books, and books are put neatly on weekdays, seeing that books are used to stuff table legs, he habitually feels a little distressed, sneaks around to take a look, picks up some stones, and replaces the books.

"Miss Ming likes books very much!" The blacksmith regularly pounded the iron in her hand and made a loud noise, perhaps because of her profession, and her voice was loud enough for people to hear her clearly in the sound of the iron clashing.

Ming Yulong is not as good as her, stood up and walked closer, and said, "Yes, I see this book is good." ”

When she picked it up just now, she found that the cover was worn out, and the handwriting on it was long unreadable, and the pages of the table of contents were about the same, a few more pages, and she could barely recognize that it was a book that said some strange legends.

"Everyone's young lady is different, literate and literate, knowledgeable." The blacksmith laughed.

Ming Yulong was a little embarrassed, and sat on the bench next to him, flipping through the contents of the book.

"Alright." The blacksmith stopped working, turned and went into the house, took out something and handed it to her, "I've kept you waiting." ”

"It's okay!" Ming Yulong smiled, when she saw the things brought by the female blacksmith, her eyes lit up, she put the book on the table, stood up and took the things in her hand, "It's so beautiful." ”

"I typed it according to what you drew on the drawing, and when it was done, I thought it was your girl using it, so I took care of the outside." The blacksmith smiled, "You still use it, see how it works!" ”

Ming Yulong took a row of thin needles from her hand, went up into the black box one by one, and then pushed the black box into the thing in his hand.