Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

"Who sold them weapons from the south?"

"It's ours-court."

"Your court?"

I froze for a moment, looked up at Qing Han, and immediately understood.

Indeed, to provide weapons that can support a war, it is almost impossible for private individuals. Only in this way can government officials mine weapons cast by iron ore to reach such a scale.

In other words, the other side of the weapons sold to the six southern provinces in support of their rebellion was the Flemish nation.

However, why did the imperial court of the French nation sell so many weapons to the rebel forces in the south? Or is there any collusion between them?

When I think of it, I feel a little uneasy in my heart, and after listening to my question, Uncle Gui smiled a little and said, "Girl Yue, you have to worry about it. This is a business. Do Business people are asking for money. Our court did this because we needed money very much. "

"why?"

"Here, huh, I'm a little embarrassed to say it." He said, "We had fought with our neighbors for many years before, the money was exhausted, and the people's livelihood in the country was very bleak, so we would encourage us to go to sea. business man."

"Oh……"

"Our court will also be involved in some big deals."

That turned out to be the case.

Hearing this, the light cold sitting across the side was relieved.

Before, Pei Yuanzhang and I had been worried. It seems that there was no collusion between the South and Xichuan. If this is only a business, it is more convenient to handle it. At least the sea embargo will be implemented at the same time. You can avoid such problems.

but--

After hearing his last sentence, I seemed to feel something. Just when I wanted to ask him, Uncle Gui himself thought of something, and said inadvertently: "Even the big business more than 20 years ago, although I just got involved, but it was also the biggest business that our court made with the south. I took a lot of taps. "

As soon as I heard it, my heart moved: "Twenty years ago?"

"Yeah." He took a sip of that scented tea soup, pursed his lips, and nodded proudly in his eyes: "That's the biggest business I've done in the years of coming to heaven."

Immediately I felt a bit numb on my back, and stared at him with wide eyes: "What's on sale?"

Qing Han looked up at me.

Even Uncle Ghost felt something strange, raised his head and looked at me with a smile: "Girl Yue, how do you think, compared to what is happening now, you seem to care more about that business more than 20 years ago."

I froze and smiled, but the smile was somewhat reluctant: "If this matter is not important, Uncle Ghost will not be so long, remember, mention it. Isn't it?"

Looking into my eyes, he nodded slowly.

"The girl really looks like a torch."

"Rewarded."

"Indeed, that business is really important. Even after so many years, there has never been such a large business."

"Oh?" I frowned slightly. "What is it for sale? Or is it a weapon?"

Uncle Gui's expression became a little dignified, and he was silent for a while, and slowly said, "Although it is a weapon, it is not the same as the weapon you know."

It's a weapon, but it's different from what we know.

What does it mean?

Seeing both of us looked at him in confusion, the uncle Gui smiled, stood up and walked to the window on the other side of the house, opened a little curtain, and could see the low wall in the backyard, and not far behind the low wall. People coming and going in the alley. Uncle Gui said, "Did you see those people?"

"Ok."

"The weapons you know, if you want to kill those people, once, up to five."

"..."

"And the weapons sold that time will kill these people, once, at least fifty."

Qinghan and I suddenly took a breath.

The martial arts high-powered people I've met, such as Huang Tianba and Luo Shi, their gold labels and locust stones are countless artifacts, but they can't kill five people in one shot; , His dust can not kill people such as mowing, but the weapon Uncle Gui said, actually shot at least 50 at a time!

What a terrifying weapon!

"What are you talking about?"

Uncle Gui groaned and said slowly: "It was a firearm. When it was first produced, it was called a Fran machine gun."

Qing Han and I were speechless for a while.

artillery!

Speaking of which, the dynasty is not absent, but gunpowder is mainly used in Kaishan to build those things. It has only just begun to be used in warfare in the past century, but it has not achieved the effect of destroying the world. In the Tiger Leaping Gorge that year, Pei Yuanzhang mobilized Zhou Shanshui to launch a cannon ball, but he just bombed a boat.

The Bulang artillery artillery described to the uncle Gui is completely different.

Qing Han was still shocked. He had lived a quiet life in the fishing village during his whole life. Even after experiencing the destruction of his family and the upheaval, he had never touched such a thing. His whole face was a little pale, looking Uncle Ghost went straight.

but me……

I sat there, the fingers that were already cold at this time had been ironed by the warm temperature in the cup, and my palms were sweaty.

And in my heart, the ball was just a faintly appearing shadow. At this moment, it slowly diffused. Then it appeared in my eyes and blocked my light.

I have never seen what he said, and I scarcely dare to imagine what a firearm that is more terrifying than a ghost, but only from his description, if such a thing is used in war, it can be said to be almost innocent.

But what's behind it? Does it mean that there are countless "fifty" lives to be killed under such a weapon?

A war was originally made in exchange for flesh and blood, but the swordsmen attacked each other, and the corpses of people have already smashed across the wild blood into a river. If those horrible firearms participate in the war, is that the entire battlefield? Will it become a cruel Shura field, a **** on earth?

And all of them will sink into **** and become countless grievances.

When I think of it, I just feel a cold on my back.

this is too scary!

Looking at me and Qinghan sitting in a daze, Uncle Gui seemed to want to say anything, he heard the guy outside whispering, as if a customer came to the door again, he nodded sorry, turned and walked out .

Only me and Qinghan were left in the room. He was sweating all over his head. He looked up at me and said with a lingering fear: "Fortunately, you asked such a sentence."

"..."

"Otherwise, if such a weapon is used by them, then--"

He shivered and said in horror: "How many people will die!"

...

I fixed his eyes on him, and suddenly felt some peace of mind.

He has been anxious about things in the South. Together with the North-South war, his ideas have been brought to naught, but when he heard the news, his first concern was still human life.

However, those who buy these weapons do not think so.

Qing Han wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and suddenly thought of something, said: "Well? What Uncle Gui said just now seems to be those things sold more than twenty years ago."

"Ok."

"Twenty years ago ..."

Seeing his eyes frown tightly, he thought very hard. Twenty years ago, we have almost forgotten about it, unless it is something that will be remembered, we can always keep it in our minds. I can still remember vaguely, because at that time, it was Xichuan's first battle against the court since I remembered.

That battle was blurred in the memory of many people, and more people remember that it was the second battle between Xichuan and the court.

That is, after the defeat of that battle, Xichuan began to pay tribute to the court.

Including women ...

Thinking of this, I suddenly had a chill, as if it was very cold, and I clenched the slightly hot cup with both hands.

The room suddenly became quiet.

The quietness this time is different from the previous one. The noise from outside, the sound of people coming and going, and the sound of children playing and joking are all clearly heard from the slit of the curtain, but it is more and more lined up. The room was so quiet that only two people's heartbeats remained.

The mist slowly rising from the two cups of hot tea soup permeated my eyes. I looked at the clear eyes on the other side of the smoke. He also looked at me, his eyes looked a little dignified.

I don't know how long, I heard his voice in a low voice: "Light."

"what?"

"Do you know anything?"

"..."

"Uncle Ghost is right. It seems that you are not here to ask about the weapon this time, but to ask about it more than twenty years ago."

I watched his blinking gaze, bit his lower lip, and said gently, "Do you remember, when we two climbed from the cliff to the top of the mountain, what did I tell you?"

"...!" His eyes lit up.

"I said, I'll tell you, a secret of mine."

That's what I and he said when they fell to the bottom of the valley and climbed up the hillside. At that time, I was full of hope, thinking that he and I could run away from the people and things here, so I told him that after I got up the mountain, I would tell him a secret of mine.

Just didn't expect--

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a bit of sourness, and my eyes are red. At this time, a hand with rough strength reached over and carefully held my hand.

His palm is still the same as before, with thick calluses. Even if he does n’t have to do those heavy farm work now, he ca n’t change his origin. His rough texture like a rock has only such a breath, which makes me feel at ease. You can tell him everything and give him everything.

Including, myself.

The temperature drawn from his palm made me calm down a bit, and I also held his hand backhand and slowly said, "I want to tell you that one of my secrets is--"

"..."

"I heard about the firearms deal more than two decades ago."

His eyes widened coldly.

Actually, it's not just about hearing.

If I only heard about it, I wouldn't let me come to this trip to the museum in person to ask these words.

Because the person who told me this is the person I used to be, the dearest, the dearest!

And the people involved in this transaction, maybe-maybe there is my closest person!

I did n’t say these words, even if I ’m not afraid of having ears next to the wall, but because of the innate sensitivity and prudence of people like us, some of the words wo n’t really speak out, and Qing Han will immediately notice it, and his face is incomparable Shocked expression.

He stared at me with wide eyes, and after a while, he said with some difficulty: "You, do you remember correctly?"

"No."

"..."

He seemed to be a little confused for a while, and suddenly came into contact with such a horrible thing, and then came into contact with my secret, which left him completely at a loss, stood up and walked a few steps in the room, his steps were messy.

Just then, he suddenly remembered something and stopped to look at me—

"So, what firearms?"