Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The next morning.

Xiaolongnu slowly opened her eyes, and Lin Daiyu was sleeping soundly with her head on her shoulder.

The man who slept in the same bed with them last night has long since disappeared.

Little Dragon Girl turned her head and glanced at the bedside. On the low table next to the bed was a folded piece of paper.

"You two sisters slept so soundly last night, but it was tough on your husband. I'll have to make it up to you later."

Lin Daiyu woke up at this moment, rubbed her eyes, and leaned forward to take a look.

"What do you mean by 'make it up to me later'? This bastard!"

Little Dragon Girl blushed and said, "It means exactly what it says."

Lin Daiyu was so embarrassed that she pulled the quilt over her face, but after a while she peeked out again.

"Sister, do you think Brother Qin had a hard time holding back last night...?"

Little Dragon Girl had never experienced matters between men and women before, and she pondered it seriously for a moment.

"My senior sister once said that men tend to have problems if they endure too much."

Lin Daiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After realizing what had happened, they quickly raised their hands to cover their mouths. The two sisters' eyes met, and they both saw a hint of shyness and a smile in each other's eyes.

Just then, a soft knocking sound came from outside the house, like a bamboo sword.

"Ladies, the old lady invites you to have breakfast in the front hall."

Xiaolongnu answered, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and put on her outer robe. Lin Daiyu followed behind, tidying her hair and washing up.

Two faces with a faint blush were reflected on the bronze mirror.

......

time flies.

Before we knew it, it was the fifth day before the wedding.

The entire city of Chengdu, from the inner city to the outer city, was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with bright red festive lanterns hanging from the eaves of houses on both sides of the main street.

The shops along the way had already put up red flags with the character for "happiness" in front of them.

A series of melodious bugle calls echoed from the riverside docks outside the city.

A sizable fleet of ships sailed smoothly across the wide river, its dozen or so tall and sturdy masts forming a continuous line in mid-air.

Yun Yuzhen stood at the bow of the largest ship at the very front, her turquoise dress billowing in the river breeze.

Standing next to her was a woman wearing a dark purple, narrow-sleeved dress; she was none other than Shan Meixian, the head of the Dongming Sect.

Yun Yuzhen smiled and looked at the person next to her.

"Madam Shan has really gone all out this time, hasn't she?"

Shan Meixian's tone carried a hint of smugness.

"Of course, the gifts I'm sending this time will surely satisfy His Highness."

As he spoke, he glanced back at the several large ships following behind, whose decks were covered with waterproof tarpaulins.

"But that girl Wanjing, she'll probably be locked in her room crying for days on end."

Yun Yuzhen smiled after hearing this.

"That girl fell for the Prince when she saw him display his power on the ship. Now, isn't this just fulfilling her desires?"

Shan Meixian sighed softly.

"You make it sound so easy, but... oh well, it all depends on fate."

Yun Yuzhen didn't continue the conversation. Her gaze returned to the approaching stone steps of the Chengdu dock. This trip back to the city wasn't just about bringing wedding gifts.

She had meticulously compiled a detailed register of all the water transport guilds in Jiangnan, which was now stored in an inconspicuous brocade box beside her.

From this day forward, all waterways and shipping routes south of the Yangtze River will be under the control of the King of Qin.

The fleet smoothly docked at the pier.

The Zhengyang Hall was quiet, with Qin Han sitting back in the main chair at the top of the hall.

Shan Meixian and Yun Yuzhen walked in one after the other.

Shan Meixian gave a half-bow, then took a scroll of drawings filled with lines and a dark-colored long wooden box from the maid behind her.

The wooden box lid was opened, revealing a short-shaped musket with a metal barrel that was about one-third shorter than that of ordinary firearms.

An additional multi-layered magazine mechanism was installed at the end position.

"Your Highness, this is a repeating musket that the Dongming Sect brought back from a foreign land."

He then looked at the person in the main seat and began to introduce them.

"Unlike ordinary firearms that need to be reloaded after each shot, this device can fire five shots in a row and can easily penetrate iron armor within a range of thirty paces."

The relevant blueprints and three thousand finished products are all on the boat on the riverbank; this is considered the Dongming Sect's sincere congratulations to the Prince on his wedding.

Qin Han only glanced at the musket.

"This is a fine item; I will accept your kind offer."

Shan Meixian noticed the other party's indifferent tone. The exquisite items she had brought back from the other side of the world with her people were just a token of her appreciation.

At that moment, three people were standing next to the main hall, with a young woman in her twenties standing at the front.

Wearing a form-fitting red dress, with several metal hidden weapons hanging from her belt, this person was none other than Tang Muxin, the eldest daughter of the Tang Clan.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged man in a long robe, casually toying with a bamboo folding fan in his hand. This man was Qiu Fengwu, the owner of Peacock Manor.

Because Qin and Han established the research institute, Qiu Fengwu of Peacock Manor was directly recruited and thus avoided any further troubles in the martial arts world.

The one standing at the very back looked the least noticeable. He was wearing a short gray cloth coat, and his hands were calloused, dark, and rough.

He calls himself Gongshu Ban, but he is not the successor of Gongshu's mechanical arts as everyone thought.

His master was Lu Miaozi, who was known as the greatest craftsman in the world. He was the only disciple besides Xu Ziling who truly inherited Lu Miaozi's reputation for ingenuity.

These three people are now the core team of the research institute under the Qin King's Mansion.

The three of them happened to be here today to report on some progress of the research institute. Upon hearing about the things that Shan Meixian had given them, Tang Muxin picked up the musket in the wooden box and examined it carefully.

With a mix of regret and pride, he said, "Firing five times in a row is a bit outdated. Our research institute developed a musket that can fire eight times in a row in its first year."

The latest model currently in use can hold twelve rounds at a time, with an armor-piercing range of fifty paces.

Shan Meixian thought it was impossible; how could the Southern Song Dynasty have such powerful firearms?

"That's absolutely impossible!"

Gongshu Ban was a straightforward person; he only cared about research and pointed out the drawbacks of this old-fashioned musket without any hesitation.

"The repeating musket that the lady bought back from the other side of the world has a jamming rate of more than 30%. Moreover, the heat dissipation of the front barrel is also poor."

After firing five shots in quick succession, the outer metal plate would be so hot it would scald a soldier's hand. On a real battlefield, who would stand still and wait for the barrel to cool down?

Qiu Fengwu waved the folding fan in her hand and spoke softly.

"Madam, don't take it too seriously. When we first started doing these things, we also stumbled along many wrong paths in the dark, but we've made some progress over the past two years."

Now, whether it's firearms in the barracks, large siege equipment, or even agricultural iron tools used by civilians, outsiders are basically finding it very difficult to keep up with our pace.

Shan Meixian was somewhat frustrated, as she had no idea that Qin Han had such a professional team.

"It seems I am ignorant and have made a fool of myself in front of Your Highness."

Qin Han watched everything unfold; the research institute was established when Langhuan Manor was first built.

We spent so much money and hired so many truly talented people.

How could it possibly be inferior to foreign firearms?

"Madam, this thing isn't actually bad. We can just send it to the research institute for some minor improvements."