Hanyue followed Sikong Yanfei to discuss with the monarchs.

More than a dozen wise men knelt in the room, and Sikong Yan sat cross-legged on the couch in the highest position, his back straight.

Someone has already discovered Hanyue's figure.

Some of the Magi had never seen Hanyue, but judging by her costumes, she was supposed to be the concubine of the King of Danyang.

It's just that they don't understand why the king of Danyang would allow such a woman to sit there on such an important occasion.

The sun shone in through the window and fell on Hanyue's face.

Last night, she was tossed by Sikong Yan all night, and she didn't sleep well at all because she had been pressed by him, and the sun was just right at this time, shining on her drowsy.

However, everyone here was discussing the matter, and she didn't dare to doze off openly.

Sikong Yan's face was slightly cold, listening to the controversy of the wise men, there was no trace of a smile on his cold face.

Han Yue peeked at him, and at this moment, Sikong Yanfei looked extremely noble, his eyebrows were deep and frowned, and a deep word "Sichuan" was raised.

This kind of Sikong Yanfei made her feel a little strange.

But after thinking about it again, he is of royal blood, and he is not the same kind of person as her.

She was staring at him blankly, and at some point Sikong Yan turned her face sideways, just in time to meet her gaze.

Han Yue's lazy and glamorous style suddenly broke into his eyes.

Sikong Yan's cold face softened slightly, and he quickly turned back to listen to the Magi continue to argue.

At this moment, an old man's shout sounded outside the door.

"King! King! It's done, it's done! ”

Iron idiot Zhong Rangong stepped into the door in three steps and two steps, still holding a longsword that had just been built.

"King! It's done! The old decay is also blinded! Zhong Rangong's face turned red with excitement, and his mouth foamed everywhere, spraying several wise men around him.

Sikong Yanfei showed a hint of a smile, "Take it in front of Lone." ”

Zhong Ran Gong strode forward with his sword in his hand, but walked five steps away from Sikong Yanfei and bowed down to put the sword on the ground.

No one dared to approach Sikong Yanfei's side with a sword.

Sikong Yanfei looked left and right, and called: "Yue, present the sword." ”

Han Yue was curiously looking at Zhong Rangong's newly created long sword, and couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this.

How to arouse her, she is not an attendant, how can she do this errand of serving the sword.

She was thinking about it, when a wise man below was displeased, "King, let Weichen serve the sword, this thing is not easy for women to contaminate." ”

Han Yue sat still and didn't move, just hung her head down.

Sikong Yan glanced at Hanyue and said lightly, "It's okay, let her serve the sword." ”

Hanyue couldn't, so she had to stand up in front of everyone.

Last night, she was in a battle with soldiers, and today her body was sore, and she was shaky as soon as she stood up.

Everyone saw it, and many of them even looked at Hanyue's skirt.

Hanyue secretly gritted her teeth, stepped forward and picked up the long sword, retreated to Sikong Yanfei's side, bowed her head to the ground, and presented the long sword.

Zhong Rangong said happily, "This sword is made of Su Iron, and the time is short, although it has not been tempered thousands of times, its power is enough to make people happy. He clapped his hands as he spoke.

An attendant came in with iron armor.

Zhong Rangong asked them to stack up the iron armor pieces, and there were as many as thirty-five pieces all the time.

"Look, King, this is what we used to make iron armor before, you can try this sword in your hand, you will know."

Sikong Yanfei took the long sword from Han Yue's hand, slowly stood up, and came to the pile of iron armor.

Everyone in the room watched with bated breath.

Sikong Yanfei made a sharp move, and the long sword slashed straight down.

After a crisp sound, the stack of iron armor pieces was cut in half by it, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.

A wise man jumped to his feet and exclaimed with joy: "What a weapon! It's a blessing to have this weapon! ”

The rest of the crowd chimed in.

For a while, the room was full of joyful cheers and joyful voices.

Zhong Rangong's smiling eyes narrowed into a slit.

Sikong Yanfei was also in a happy mood, he withdrew his sword and turned his head to glance at Han Yue.

Who knew that he saw that Han Yue's face did not show joy, on the contrary, there was a faint disdain in her eyes when she looked at everyone.

Sikong Yanfei's heart couldn't help but move.

He slowly walked back to the couch and looked down at Han Yue, "Why is Yue unhappy?" ”

Han Yue quickly brought a proper smile on her face, "No...... The concubine was very overjoyed, and congratulated the king on getting this sharp weapon. ”

Sikong Yan pursed the corners of her lips.

She pretended as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Lone doesn't like to be deceived." Sikong Yan scarlet word by word.

Everyone who was rejoicing noticed the strangeness here, and gradually all quieted down and looked at Hanyue.

Han Yue's face froze, "Why did the king say this." ”

Sikong Yanfei handed the long sword to her, "Do you think this thing is unfavorable?" ”

Han Yue looked at the long sword in her hand, and slowly raised her head to look directly into Sikong Yan's eyes.

Sikong Yan's eyes were full of questioning, but more of them were expectation.

He wanted to ask her opinion.

Hanyue's heart fell into her stomach.

"Yes." She replied loudly, "The concubine really thought that this sword was flawed and could not be called a sharp weapon. ”

As soon as these words came out, dozens of wise men in the room, including the iron idiot Zhong Rangong, were all in an uproar.

Han Yue could have felt dissatisfaction, disdain, and even ridicule from the gazes of these people, but she didn't look at them, her eyes kept looking at Sikong Yanfei.

Sikong Yan's eyes were only her at this time.

"It's okay to say the moon."

Han Yue stood up, first saluted, and said softly: "Although this sword is sharp, it cannot fully integrate pig iron and wrought iron in the high temperature because it cannot be heated during the refining process, so its power is greatly reduced. ”

"Nonsense!" A wise man jumped up on the couch, pointed at Hanyue with his hand and reprimanded angrily, "This woman is so bewitching and confusing the public, what can't you do, do you know that this sword is made by the iron idiot Zhong Rangong, what do you woman know, don't hurry up and retreat!" ”

With the words of the Magi, there was a sudden discussion around him, buzzing around Hanyue's side, like a wasp.

Han Yue didn't pay attention to the others, but continued, "There is nothing wrong with Zhong Ran's method of making a sword, and it is not his fault that he can't wait for it. ”

"Why?" Sikong Yan's voice sounded a little careless, but there was a little light in his eyes.

This sword was already sharp enough to cut through thirty-five pieces of iron armor, and if such an iron weapon was made into battle armor, how could it be afraid of those ordinary sharp swords and arrow feathers!

But the woman said that this power was not enough.

You can also make another profit!

Looking at her, Sikong Yanfei couldn't help but sigh secretly again: she was definitely a generous gift from God.

After years of silence and the years of his agrupled run for survival, God brought her to him to help him succeed.