The maids considerately closed the door of the bedroom and lowered the gauze curtain.
A sleepless night.
It was not until the morning that Qin Ying called off the troops.
After a night of fighting, he was still full of energy. Qin Ying could not help but sigh that Lao Huang's family secret book was indeed extraordinary.
After stretching his waist, Qin Ying sat cross-legged on the ground and continued to nourish his spirit with Guiyuan Wuji Gong.
The next moment.
The voice of the guard came from outside the door.
"Your Highness the Ninth Prince, I am back to report."
Qin Ying opened his eyes and remembered that he asked the guard to invite Cai Jingzhong last night.
"Come in!"
The guard gently pushed the door open and entered.
He knelt on the ground and said in panic: "I failed to invite Cai Jingzhong back. Please punish me, Your Highness."
"Oh? Why didn't Cai Jingzhong come?" Qin Ying asked.
The guard prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, and said with cold sweat on his face: "When Cai Jingzhong learned that it was the Ninth Prince who invited people, he refused to come no matter what. I tried every way, but I couldn't invite him."
"I heard that masters have tempers. I want to see if he is a master."
Qin Ying was not annoyed, and ordered: "Prepare the horses, call Lao Huang, I want to leave the palace."
Half an hour later.
Two horses, one black and one white, rushed out of the palace.
Qin Ying rode the white horse in front, and Lao Huang rode the black horse behind.
After passing through the busy city, they arrived at a small alley soon.
The alley was small and looked very shabby. There was only a blacksmith shop at the end, which was completely different from the busy city outside.
As soon as he got off the horse, Qin Ying heard the sound of iron hammering from the depths of the alley and the heat wave coming towards him.
"Old Huang, are you sure Cai Jingzhong lives here?" Qin Ying frowned and asked: "Since Cai Jingzhong can make special ink, he should be a skilled craftsman. How could he live in such a slum?"
Old Huang explained: "Cai Jingzhong's ancestors were once prominent and made armaments for the Han army, but later there was a problem with the armaments. The swords, swords, shields and armors made were completely unusable. His Majesty was furious, so he raided the Cai family and ordered that no one from the Cai family would be hired again."
Qin Ying suddenly realized.
So that's it. If there is a quality problem when making armaments for the army, it will be a death sentence.
No wonder the Han Emperor Qin Mu raided his house in anger.
If it was Qin Ying, not only would his family be raided, but his nine clans would also be sent to the army.
You know, this armament must be equipped to the soldiers. To put it more seriously, the quality of the armament directly determines the outcome of a war.
If you go to the battlefield, what's the point of fighting if the weapon in your hand is not powerful?
"Let's go and have a look first."
Qin Ying hesitated for a moment and decided to go in and have a look.
Soon, Qin Ying and Lao Huang arrived at the door of the small blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith was an old man with a vicissitudes of life and white hair. He noticed someone coming and said lightly without raising his head:
"Our shop doesn't make weapons, but only farm tools. What do you two guests need?"
Qin Ying glanced into the shop. Sure enough, the farm tools hung on the wall were all used for farming. He was also forging a hoe.
"Are you Cai Jingzhong?" Qin Ying asked politely.
Hearing this, the white-haired old man continued to forge iron in his hands, and said without raising his head: "I am the sinner Cai Jingzhong, what can I do for you?"
The voice was weak, filled with bitterness and helplessness.
"I am Qin Ying!" Qin Ying introduced himself: "Qin Mu's ninth son!"
Clang!
Hearing this, Cai Jingzhong's hammer suddenly fell, and he suddenly raised his head. Qin Ying saw that the white-haired old man, who was calm before, now seemed to be crazy, with bloodshot eyes and a strong resentment on his old face.
"Get out!"
The next moment, he roared suddenly, and the iron tongs with sparks in his hand smashed into the charcoal fire, bursting into flames.
Seeing Cai Jingzhong suddenly excited, Lao Huang stepped forward to block Qin Ying, his old eyes were cold, and the murderous intent on his body was also released.
Being scolded for no reason, Qin Ying's good face turned from sunny to cloudy, and he was no longer polite. He said coldly: "Cai Jingzhong, this prince and the painting saint Ling Daoxuan have a painting battle. I want you to make the ink used by Ling Daoxuan."
"Get out! Get out! I will never work for the surname Qin even if I die!" Cai Jingzhong raised his face and stared at Qin Ying fiercely like a bloodthirsty old wolf.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cai Jingzhong threw away the things in his hand and turned back to the shop to close the door and drive away the customers.
Qin Ying winked at Lao Huang.
The latter understood and suddenly rushed into the shop like a ghost, grabbing Cai Jingzhong like a chicken.
Being caught by Lao Huang, Cai Jingzhong was furious and yelled: "You bastard surnamed Qin! I will never mix ink for you even if I die. Kill me if you have the guts. Anyway, my whole family has been killed by you. What's the big deal about killing me!"
"This prince is not begging you! I'm ordering you!" Qin Ying narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "It's not easy to die, but I won't let you die!"
A sinner dares to be so rampant!
For such a big thing as making armaments, if something goes wrong, he can still be saved. How can he be ungrateful and have no remorse?
Cai Jingzhong sneered, "Qin Mu is an old bastard, and you are a young bastard! Kill me! Do you dare? Ahahaha!"
Old Huang's eyes widened, "Shut up! You're looking for death!"
He exerted force with his palm, and Cai Jingzhong, who was still shouting just now, suddenly suffocated and his face turned red.
At this time, Qin Ying signaled him to stop.
Old Huang's hand loosened a little.
Cai Jingzhong, who was breathing again, breathed in the air greedily, but still said stubbornly: "I said, you dare not kill me!"
"I'm curious, where do you get the confidence to think that I dare not kill?"
Qin Ying smiled coldly, "Old Huang, press his acupoints!"
Bang bang!
Old Huang's fingers tapped Cai Jingzhong's body several times like lightning, and threw him on the ground like garbage.
Soon, Cai Jingzhong twisted on the ground in pain, his mouth wide open, his eyes white and bulging, and veins popped out under his skin, as if he was suffering from some inhuman torture.
"Ah... torturing people... what's the point... skill... if you have the guts... just... kill me..."
"Your Highness, I sealed his two major acupoints and injected two streams of true qi into the acupoints. The pain is no less than scraping bones with a blunt knife." Old Huang said.
Qin Ying looked curiously.
This should refer to the acupoint kung fu of Xuan Jin.
It looks very suitable for torturing people.
At this moment, Cai Jingzhong's face was covered with cold sweat the size of soybeans. The intense pain made his facial features distorted, and his whole body trembled like a sieve, like a dog with broken limbs, and could only wail in pain on the ground.
Seeing Cai Jingzhong in unbearable pain, Qin Ying shouted again:
"This is the price of your outspokenness. You have to do what this prince wants you to do, whether you want to or not!"
As soon as the voice fell, Old Huang stepped forward and grabbed his collar, and then slowly dragged him out of the alley.
Cai Jingzhong was originally a criminal. Qin Ying asked him to do something this time, which was an opportunity for him to make meritorious service. He was not asking for help, so there was no need to be polite.
As soon as they walked out of the alley.
Qin Ying and Lao Huang stopped.
They didn't know when they were surrounded by a team of armored soldiers, and their horses were also led to the side.
In front of these armored soldiers, a red-maned horse stood proudly. On the horse's back was a tall and strong man in his forties, wearing black iron armor, looking at Qin Ying with a smile.
The four eyes met, and sparks seemed to collide in the air.
The next moment, Qin Ying's face was as gloomy as water, and he slowly squeezed out two heavy words: "Qin Dang!"