As a qualified modern person, Ying Zheng is still quite familiar with the way of striking iron.

Coupled with the fact that he doesn't exercise like a 13-year-old body, there is no problem with a sword.

The only thing that worries Ying Zheng is that he doesn't know if this world's Great Qin has real qualified iron for the time being.

If you only have the most basic iron ore, then if you want to build a qualified sword, it will be a little troublesome, and the predecessor Yingzheng does not have many memories of striking iron in his mind.....

Fortunately, Yingzheng still thought about it in the end.

It didn't take long for the two guards to bring a complete set of forging equipment.

Everything including anvils, forges, hammers, swordsmiths, sword-smelting pools, a whole bunch of refined iron ore, a few pieces of extraterrestrial meteorite, and so on.

Even among these things, Ying Zheng also found a blower! The wooden structure was not the backward bellows he imagined at all.

In addition, the two guards seemed to have guessed what Ying Zheng wanted to do, and even specially obtained the most standard top-secret ratio formula for casting the meteoric iron sword from the palace official.

But after seeing these things, the worry in Ying Zheng's heart became more and more serious.

Sure enough, it's not exactly the same as the Great Qin I know.

Still have to hurry.....

"Your Royal Highness, everything you want is here." The guard spoke respectfully.

Ying Zheng didn't say much, he directly took off the black and gold Xuanniao robe, rolled up his sleeves to reveal the strong muscles on his arms, and picked up the hammer to look at it a few times.

"Not bad."

He waved casually at the two guards.

"There's nothing for you to do, go out and keep watch, don't reveal anything about this place without my orders, don't let anyone in."

The two guards hesitated, as if they wanted to say something, but they quickly accepted the order.

"Yes! His Royal Highness! ”

After the two guards left, Ying Zheng squatted among the iron, selected a few good materials, and then took out the flint, skillfully lit the fire, pushed the blower, slowly melted the iron, and added a few meteorites to it.

The fire boiled, causing the temperature of the small side room to rise rapidly.

This is the warm spring and summer of July, and Yingzheng, who was sitting in the room, soon sweated profusely.

But Ying Zheng still looked calm, wiped the sweat from his forehead at will, and kept pushing and pulling the blower with one hand to keep the fire stable.

After a lot of molten iron and meteorite melted, Ying Zheng took out the clamp, carefully took out the crucible, poured the molten iron into the mold, and quietly waited for the iron to solidify.

After the iron was half-condensed, Ying Zheng took out the clamp and put the red iron on top of the iron felt, picked up the hammer, raised it high, and smashed it down!

'Boom!! ’

Mars splash!

A dull sound emanated from the half-melted iron, and the originally thick iron suddenly became shorter!

'Boom! ’

'Boom! ’

'Boom! ’

Ying Zheng picked up the hammer again, and three hammers fell down in succession, and kept hitting the red-hot iron repeatedly!

It was only after the dull sound of the bang turned into the sound of the intersection of gold and iron that Ying Zheng put the iron into the furnace again and smelted it again.....

For a whole day, Ying Zheng kept smelting and beating this piece of iron.

The iron material that was originally half the size of a human head gradually turned into the size of two fists, and the impurities in it were constantly being beaten out.....

In this process, Ying Zheng did not let anyone help, let alone let anyone in.

Even when eating, the guards were kept outside the door.

For all this, in fact, it is also a choice that Ying Zheng is forced to choose.

In today's situation, there are few people around him who can be trusted, even if it is a henchman selected by the predecessor Yingzheng, there is a great possibility that there will be problems.

For this first spectacle of relics, he had to ensure that perfection was foolproof.

It is precisely because of this that Ying Zheng did not ask anyone's help, but chose to smelt iron, forge swords, and do it himself, in order to ensure the integrity of this wonder ruins.

After casting the sword one day, Rao is Yingzheng's long-trained body couldn't help but feel sore, and he slept until dawn the next day.

Looking at the anvil and hammer in front of him, Ying Zheng sighed helplessly.

"The dignified eldest son of Great Qin, the next Great Qin king, the first emperor of eternity, actually struck iron ..... in his own side room"

"If this gets out, what kind of system will it be..."

Gently rubbing his somewhat swollen shoulders, thinking of the benefits of the completion of the construction of the first wonder ruins, Ying Zheng gritted his teeth after all, continued to stand up and lit the furnace, and rejoined the iron-striking career of the bell....

And when Yingzheng's side was beating the iron sword day and night.....

The other side.

Carved railings and jade masonry, high-rise pavilions, gorgeous golden nanmu constitute the main body of the main hall, verdant white jade paves the hall, the whole thirty-six magnificent pillars stand in all directions, support the whole magnificent canopy.

On top of these pillars, each heel has carved a picture of the country, these patterns are delicate and cumbersome, each one is different, ingenious, the figures and animals seem to come to life, the gaps are dotted with verdant jade and agate, extremely luxurious.

This is the Great Qin Empress Palace.

It is also the palace of Huayang, the empress of today's Great Qin.

As the pinnacle of the power of the Mi clan and the Empress of Great Qin, Mrs. Huayang looks to be about fifty years old, her temples are slightly gray, although she is a little old, but she is not obviously old.

Her eyes were soft, the corners of her mouth were smiling all the year round, and instead of being one of the pinnacles of Great Qin's power, she had a sense of kindness, and at a glance it was like seeing a rich mother-in-law, which made people feel close.

But this point is obviously not like this from the many maids around who are kneeling on the ground and dare not look up.

Gently sipped down a cup of morning tea, looked at Yingzheng, who had not come to Good Morning for a long time, and looked at the hour, Queen Huayang narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a smile.

"Today, the sun is coming out in the west, what's wrong with Zheng'er? I even forgot about good morning. ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding maids suddenly felt an indescribable chill, and suddenly lowered their heads, not daring to make any movements.

After a long time, Mrs. Huayang raised her head and looked graceful.

"Does anyone know, what's wrong with Zheng'er today? Why not come to Good Night? ”

Almost as soon as Mrs. Huayang's words fell, at the edge of the dark room behind her, a figure came and whispered a few respectful words beside Mrs. Huayang.

Hearing this, Mrs. Huayang, who was originally planning to drink tea, suddenly stopped the cup of tea in her hand and frowned slightly.

“？？？？”

"What did you say?"

"Zheng'er...... Striking iron? ”