Clouds and Moon Shadow

Chapter 183 The Domineering Man

"Oh, really?" Gu Qingyue pursed her lips, recalling the arrogant and willful princess.

"My clue lies with Granny Wu, who's right next to her," Gu Qingyue said in a low voice.

Mu Yun Chu: "What do you mean?"

"Did you know that I went to the villa to treat the princess last time?" Gu Qingyue asked quietly.

Mu Yun Chu found it somewhat amusing. Looking at the woman's wide, fox-like eyes, he really wanted to touch her hair, just like petting a little fox.

Thinking this way, Mu Yun Chu did just that.

He gently ruffled Gu Qingyue's hair; it was smooth, soft, and very comfortable, with a warm, fragrant, and soft sensation.

"Stop messing around," Gu Qingyue said irritably, pulling his hand away. Her beautifully styled bun, which she had just finished tying up today, was now difficult to comb if it got messed up.

"You know, right?" Gu Qingyue asked again.

Mu Yun Chu withdrew her hand and nodded. "She has already returned to the capital. Uncle An sent someone to pick her up."

His palms were still a little itchy, and he wanted to touch them again.

Ever since he realized his feelings for her, he has been keeping track of her whereabouts.

It wasn't surveillance, but worry; I was afraid she would encounter danger.

Therefore, wherever she went, he would do his best to send people to protect her secretly.

"It was when I went to get treatment that I ran into Granny Wu, who was by her side. At that time..." Gu Qingyue recounted everything that happened at the villa.

"Later, she specifically sought me out and asked where I was from. She said I looked a lot like an old friend of hers, and she also mentioned Lingyun Temple in Mingzhi County," Gu Qingyue said, squinting her eyes.

"I remember when I was a child, I got lost near a place that looked like a temple."

Gu Qingyue thought for a moment and then said, "If it wasn't lost, was it deliberately abandoned? I'm not sure."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yun Chu felt a pang of pain in her heart. She pulled Gu Qing Yue into her arms and gently patted her back, trying to comfort her.

Gu Qingyue understood that he was distressed by what had happened to her.

Gu Qingyue also felt sorry for the child; the original owner must have been terrified at the time!

"I'll have someone investigate, and I'll send a letter to the capital today," Mu Yun Chu said, affectionately stroking her face, her heartache clearly written on her face.

Gu Qingyue smiled and said, "I don't actually remember anything, you don't need to do this."

"You won't do this again, you still have me," Mu Yun Chu said firmly, patting her head.

"Okay, I'll wait for your message."

Gu Qingyue wanted to sit on the opposite side, but after struggling for a while, Mu Yun Chu wouldn't let go. She struggled again, but Mu Yun Chu still wouldn't let go.

Gu Qingyue glared at him angrily, and he gazed at her tenderly, stroking her hair.

I'm so angry! This person is just taking the opportunity to pet the cat!

He stared at her for a long time, but he wouldn't let go or say anything. Gu Qingyue gave up and let him be.

A domineering man!

A few days later, upon returning to Lizhou, she immediately went with Liu Feng to Mingyue Manor, a manor outside the city.

With a mix of trepidation and anticipation, Gu Qingyue arrived at the backyard, where a house had been specially built to house the weapons of Uncle Song and the others.

Of course, this is only temporary; in the future, she will move the weapon forging operation to a more secluded location.

"Pull it out a little, yes, use the outer edge of the flame, look here, flip it when there are signs of melting, yes, pay attention to this connection point, pinch it quickly, this is crucial!"

As Gu Qingyue walked through the doorway, she heard Uncle Song's low voice, which indicated that he was instructing his disciples on how to make weapons.

Of course, the weapons made here were not the kind of weapons that the Ministry of War mass-produced for fighting, such as knives, forks, swords, and halberds.

Instead, they were sold to individuals, mainly to martial arts masters who used their own divine weapons and various hidden weapons and needles.

Therefore, after these were made, Gu Qingyue initially planned to auction them in major cities like Lizhou and Songzhou to open up sales channels, and each divine weapon would be engraved with the mark of the hidden blade.

That's right, Gu Qingyue gave the divine weapon that Song Ming and the others forged a very cool name: Dark Blade.

Like Moonshadow Pavilion, it will become a separate force in the future.

Gu Qingyue wanted to turn it into another Divine Weapon Tower.

Aside from wanting to make money, Gu Qingyue has an extraordinary interest in the forging of cold weapons, which she has had since her time as a special agent in her previous life.

Many of the small weapons I used before were made in collaboration with a friend's studio. It wasn't for business; we were both interested and just made them for our own enjoyment.

Naturally, this time Dark Blade will not suffer the same fate as Divine Weapon Tower, being targeted and destroyed. Now, with Moon Shadow Pavilion behind her, she believes she has the strength to protect Dark Blade.

"Uncle Song," Gu Qingyue pushed open the door, and not far away was a small, blazing furnace, inside which a pile of red-hot coals was being refined into a fireball, spitting out red flames, and rolling heat waves.

"Hey, Master, let's go to the room next door, it's too hot here," Song Ming said, and walked over to Gu Qingyue and the other person.

Gu Qingyue glanced at him and saw that he was drenched in sweat, his clothes completely soaked.

There were about four or five young boys inside, all focused on their own tasks and not distracted by the arrival of people. Gu Qingyue nodded inwardly in approval.

"It's alright," Gu Qingyue smiled, "It's quite cold outside right now."

Song Ming waved his hand, "It's hot and noisy here, let's go talk over there." With that, Song Ming led the two to a room not far away, and the door was locked.

Gu Qingyue raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is this the storeroom?"

"No, it's my craft workshop," Song Ming smiled slightly, unlocked the door, and led the two into the room.

As soon as she entered, the genes she had carried from her previous life began to stir within Gu Qingyue's body.

The room was very large, with cabinets and shelves installed on three sides against the walls, almost filling the entire room.

In the middle was a very large wooden table, on which were arranged a variety of small tools, mostly used for measuring, drawing, and polishing tests.

There was also a rather strange, large iron tool placed on the corner of the table.

Gu Qingyue touched it; it had a small handle, somewhat like a manually operated pulley, which could provide power to drive a small iron hand on the other side, allowing it to grasp and rotate, with the power equivalent to that of an electric machine.

Gu Qingyue was amazed. Who said that people in ancient times were stupid and technologically backward?

Gu Qingyue looked around in amazement. The walls were covered with all kinds of weapons: longswords, broadswords, bows and arrows, daggers, and various other things whose purpose she did not know, either hanging on the walls or placed on shelves.

"These are all semi-finished products, and some that have been completed have been sent to the warehouse and locked up," Song Ming said, pleased to see Gu Qingyue staring at the products with wide eyes.

A pearl is most vulnerable to being cast in the dark, and a thoroughbred horse needs a discerning eye.

He was fortunate to have met a master like Gu Qingyue in his life; even in death, he could die in peace.

"Did Uncle Song make these small tools himself?" Gu Qingyue was actually most curious about these small tools on the case, which looked no less sophisticated than modern small machines.

"No," Song Ming said, scratching his head sheepishly.

"We retrieved these items from the border after we decided to continue making divine weapons. At the time, escaping was the priority, so we entrusted these items to a trustworthy friend, who kept them very well for us."