The Kingdom of Marriage: My Stunning Empress

Chapter 268: Smart, cute, charming, free and easy, kind, hard to give up

Obviously, it seems difficult for someone with a tattoo like her to make friends.

At the same time, the people around her were extremely hostile to her because she was a member of a southwestern ethnic minority, so the wine jug in her hand was always full of wine.

Seeing Han Zhuo sitting there without saying anything, she took the wine gourd back.

However, when she got half of it, Han Zhuo suddenly reached out and took the wine gourd from her hand.

Then I opened the lid and heard a "bang!"

Then, Han Zhuo started drinking from the wine gourd.

wow!

As soon as the wine entered his mouth, he immediately felt a very strong aroma that went straight to his head!

Han Zhuo only felt that his mouth, nose, and even eyes and ears were filled with a very strong smell!

There is only one word for this moment: awesome!

Han Zhuo took three consecutive gulps and drank half of the wine in the gourd!

He then burped, and immediately the rich aroma spread all around.

Seeing Han Zhuo so happy, Ah Chou couldn't help but laugh and clapped her hands. She said, "Hahaha, who can drink like you?"

"If the men in our village drink one sip of this kind of wine, they will be bedridden for three days. You've taken three sips now, I'm afraid you'll pass out soon."

What Achou said was not an exaggeration. The taste of this wine was indeed very strong.

However, Han Zhuo felt that this wine seemed to have some promoting effect on the martial arts he was practicing.

He can absorb the power of the wine into his blood and then return it to his dantian.

In just a moment, Han Zhuo's face, which had been as red as a monkey's butt, gradually returned to its original state.

When Ah Chou saw this, his face was filled with surprise, and his two bright red lips opened.

The dense lines on her face, also because of this surprise, looked particularly cute in Han Zhuo's eyes.

Ah Chou clapped his hands three times at Han Zhuo, then made a gesture that Han Zhuo couldn't understand, then crossed his hands on his shoulders and saluted Han Zhuo.

Then she looked at Han Zhuo with admiration in her eyes. She said excitedly, "You're amazing! I've been in Zhongyuan for seven or eight months, but I've never met a man as amazing as you."

The crowd around them was very noisy, and no one paid any attention to Han Zhuo and Ah Chou. They just sat in a corner, eating meat and drinking wine, chatting happily.

Through chatting, Han Zhuo learned that the Dulong tribe, to which Achou belonged, was the most specialized in casting weapons among the many Jiuli tribes.

When Chiyou unified the Jiuli tribe and went to war with Emperor Xuanyuan in the Yellow River Basin, their weapons were forged by the Dulong people of the "Liwu" tribe among the Jiuli.

And this special mission continues to this day.

Today, half of the weapons of the Suzaku Kingdom are produced by the Dulong people.

Achou's father, grandfather, and great-grandfather were all sword-making masters in their Jiuli tribe.

Her father is now the "Kasang" of the Dulong people, which means the leader.

Achou's father had seven sons, and she was the only daughter. Her seven brothers were also masters of weapon forging.

Since childhood, Ah Chou has hoped to become a great man like his brothers and parents.

Unfortunately, she is a daughter.

In their tribe, women are merely vassals of men.

Her only role is to continue the family line for the men in the tribe.

In the entire Dulong tribe, there is no husband-wife relationship.

All men and women in the tribe, when they reach the age of marriage, can engage in physical communication on their own if both parties do not object.

Achou doesn't want to be as mediocre as her mother and the other women in the group.

She wanted to forge a sword, a sword that could be the best in the world and could shake the nine provinces and four seas!

Thus, she became the best weapon-smith in the world, surpassing her father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and even the weapon-smith ancestor of the Dulong tribe who forged the "Axe of the God of War" for Jiuli Chiyou!

And it was for this reason that she came to this Mingjian Villa.

As they were chatting, several disciples from Mingjian Villa walked in.

He said to the crowd, "Everyone, our Cangjian Pavilion has been opened. Please follow me."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became extremely enthusiastic and followed excitedly.

"Hey, that's strange, why do I feel a little dizzy?"

At this moment, Han Zhuo heard a man next to him who had just drunk a lot of alcohol stagger.

Then, he covered his forehead and shook.

However, this feeling soon faded away, and then he followed everyone to the back mountain.

There are no buildings here, but there is a cave.

The entrance to this cave is very large, at least as high as two adult men, and wide enough for three or four people holding hands to touch the walls on both sides.

Moreover, they also laid blue bricks on the edge of the cave.

A very strict reinforcement formula was implemented.

Standing at the door were four guards holding swords. They had expressionless faces and were as motionless as bamboo poles.

Obviously, this cave should be Mingjian Villa, a very important area.

"This is the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the forbidden area of Mingjian Villa. I never thought that I could go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion and choose a sword of my choice in my lifetime. I can die without regrets!"

At that moment, many people kept shouting.

As they walked, everyone became more and more excited, and their faces became redder and redder.

The passage was very long. As they walked, these chivalrous knights with red faces suddenly fell down one after another with a "bang bang bang" sound, just like falling onions.

The crowd walked faster and faster, and at this moment, they seemed to pay no attention to the people falling behind them.

After all, they all come from all corners of the world, and they don’t have any famous names in the world. They are just a group of rabble.

Therefore, no one paid attention to the fallen person. Now they just wanted to step forward and grab the sword before others!

After the group of people completely passed through the long corridor, what appeared before them was not the Cangjian Pavilion at all, but a very huge furnace!

There is a raging flame burning in this furnace at this moment!

There were dozens of people working around the stove.

They poured in buckets of black coal to keep the flames burning.

However, simply pouring coal blocks will not increase the temperature of the flame.

The coals can only maintain the temperature of the flame.

At this time, someone had already discovered the problem and shouted, "No, no!"

"This isn't the Broken Sword Pavilion. This is where weapons are forged. How did we get here?"

"It's hot! It's so hot!"

As the man was shouting, his head suddenly tilted and he fell down with a thud.

At this time, there were not many people left standing.

The remaining dozen or so people are struggling to hold on.

At this time, Ximen Shujian rushed in with dozens of disciples from Mingjian Villa holding swords.

When these people saw Ximen Shujian, they hurried forward, bowed, and were about to ask questions, but Ximen Shujian punched them and knocked them unconscious!

Seeing the people around him falling one by one, Ah Chou didn't pay much attention at first, just like everyone else.

Her attention had long been drawn to the huge weapons casting furnace in front of her.

In her eyes, nothing in the world is as dazzling as this weapons forge.

Achou even subconsciously planned to get closer to this huge weapons casting furnace.

However, she had only taken two steps when her hand was grabbed by Han Zhuo.

Then, Han Zhuo took her with him and slowly fell to the side.

After falling, Han Zhuo and Ah Chou came face to face. He said to Ah Chou in a soft voice, "Don't move. This is a trap set by Mingjian Villa."

"Although I don't know what these people are going to do, it's definitely not a good thing!"

"Don't move now, just lie there and don't talk."

Because Han Zhuo was very close to Achou, every burst of hot air he exhaled when he spoke would spray onto Achou's face.

Every word he spoke was heavily scented with alcohol, making Ah Chou feel his face burning, as if he was drunk.

She has been drinking this kind of wine since she was a child. Generally speaking, she won't get drunk even if she drinks a whole gourd of wine, let alone feel her face burning.

But now, for some reason, I have a very strange feeling.

But Ah Chou soon realized something. She said in a very soft voice, "Isn't this Mingjian Villa a famous and upright sect among you Central Plains people?"

"Why is he doing something like a bandit?"

When Achou spoke, his voice was very soft and subtle, like a gentle breeze.