Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Chapter 7 is completed!I will testify after ten thousand years!

"What do you say?"

"Your Highness, Gong Zizheng, have you been forging iron in the palace recently? Is it true or not?"

"Really! Can this be fake? Recently, I walked past the back of the eldest son's hall. Could there be something wrong with that clanging voice?"

"It's true, it's true! I heard from Lao Liu, who guards the treasury, that several pieces of meteorite iron have indeed been taken from the palace of the eldest son recently! Even in the official square of the palace over there, I heard that there are also pieces of iron from the palace of the eldest son." Someone came to ask for refined iron and materials!"

In a remote corner of the Daqin Palace, on a washstand, several court eunuchs who looked to be in their teens were washing all kinds of rags and mops, and talking carefully.

"Not only that, it seems that there is also a big sword-making platform, a sword-making pool! They are all needed in the palace of the eldest son, but they are so big! They are like rockeries. Recently, the group of people in the palace and official square can be given to them. Too busy!"

"Is this the case? What happened? Why did His Royal Highness suddenly go to strike iron?"

"Who knows? Alas, if you say a word above, you will lose your leg."

"Hush! Silence! To be honest, let's not talk about these things above. If someone hears it, it will be a big deal."

"Oh, I get it, I get it."

The news of Yingzheng striking iron was not concealed in the palace for long.

It only took about a day or two before the news spread in the palace.

Of course, this kind of spread is only limited to the many attendants, guards, eunuchs, etc. in the palace.

After all, they are in the imperial palace, so they know the sensitivity of some news quite quickly.

However, although they didn't quite understand Ying Zheng's blacksmithing here, they were not too surprised.

Because of the current situation in Daqin, even a blind person can see it after staying in the palace for a long time.

Empress Dowager Huayang and Prime Minister Lu Buwei controlled almost all the power, leaving little to the eldest son Zheng who was about to ascend the throne.

The previous king of Qin, King Qin Zhaoxiang, died too early and too suddenly. The eldest son Yingzheng was only thirteen years old, and he had no background of his own. Roast on a fire rack.

That kind of huge pressure and tension is simply not acceptable to normal people.

Today's Yingzheng just hit the iron twice to vent his anger, and he has already done a good job.
Ying Zheng didn't know about all this from the outside world, and in fact, even if he knew, he wouldn't care much.

For the past few days, Ying Zheng has been shutting himself in a small wing room, forging the sword day and night.

Although I have seen the process of forging swords on the Internet before, but only after the real forging is done, do I know how difficult the process is!

Beating, tempering, quenching, melting. Basically every step requires extra caution!

In addition, there are various metal powder ratios, all of which need to be strictly controlled. If there is a slight error, you have to start all over again!

Especially the quenching and forging of the sword body is extremely difficult, and if it is not done properly, it will lead to the breakage of the sword body!

In just a few days, except for eating and sleeping, Ying Zheng spent almost all of his time in wrought iron!
In order to make this first miracle relic run perfectly, Yingzheng really put in [-] points of effort, the sound of clanging clanging sounded from morning to night almost every day!
Today's Ying Zheng has almost become a qualified blacksmith, and his whole body is covered with the smell of pig iron!
Especially the action of quenching and remelting is extremely skillful!

'Bah! '

The scorching sword embryo fell into the pool water, and the steaming steam hit Ying Zheng's face, making his eyes even brighter!

For a long time, Ying Zheng tossed and turned, beating and tempering constantly!

By the time the last qualified sword embryo was formed, dozens of broken sword embryos had already been inserted around him! !
"call"

"In three days, dozens of sword embryos were created."

"It's also fortunate that this predecessor was well trained, and the refined iron that came from there is of the best variety, otherwise ordinary people would really not be able to bear it."

Wiping off the sweat from his forehead, in the scorching hot forging room, Ying Zheng's upper body was bare, his complexion was dark, and his slender muscles were hardened under the reflection of the furnace behind him.

Looking at the three-foot sword fetus in his hand, Ying Zheng flicked his fingers.

'Zheng~'

A crisp sound like a dragon's chant came out, and before the sword was sharpened, the echo of the sword's sound could be heard.

Hearing the crisp sound, a satisfied smile appeared on Ying Zheng's dark face.

It can be regarded as completed!

Looking at the sword in his hand, Ying Zheng carefully leaned over the desk, gently picked up a whetstone, and slowly sharpened and polished it.

After everything was over, a sharp sword, like a green light, appeared in the room!

Gently grasping the hilt of the sword with a wave, a finger-thick iron rod in front of it snapped, the incision was as smooth as a mirror, but the sword itself did not have the slightest gap!
"Not bad!"

"Since it is my first sword after coming to Daqin, and it is also my first relic, then I will call you 'Dingqin'!"

Nodding in satisfaction, Ying Zheng sheathed his sword.

Holding the Ding Qin sword, Ying Zheng walked out of the wing,

And outside the door of the wing room, there were already two huge buildings standing here.

Each of these two buildings is about two people tall and three people wide, with strange shapes and simple shapes.

This is nothing else, it is the sword-making platform and the sword-smelting pool that Ying Zheng ordered the palace to build!
Looking at the built sword-forging platform and sword-smelting pool, looking at the Ding Qin sword in his hand and the fragments of the blade behind him, Ying Zheng's eyes were shining.

"call"

"Very well, everything is ready."

"Next, you just need to bury these things in one place and wait for news."

"I don't know what kind of disturbance this first ruin will cause in future generations?"

(End of this chapter)