Chapter 39 Who is Saffwan

As he followed him to call the Suffolkwan, Zhao Wuji came to the back hall. Although this guy was a villain, he had to talk about his benefits here.

"Go and bring me my spear!"

At this time, Mrs. Lu, who was sitting in the back hall, was sitting in front of the window, making a girl-red dress, and was wearing a palace dress that the Zhao family women often wore.

She is over Hua Xinfang's age. Because she has good maintenance, she still has the temperament of a noble lady. Even in every move, she still has the ability to be the girl in the room.

At this moment, she was taking a few girls to be a girl, laughing and talking about gossip. As the words came from her husband's footsteps made her stop her work.

What the gun represents for Zhao Wuji, how could she not know? It was Zhao Wuji's eldest brother Zhao Weinan, who spent several years on Zhao Wuji's spear in the way of the Song Dynasty.

Although she didn't know what the story was, she knew that Zao Wow-ki used to stare at the spear.

Mrs. Lu didn't know why her husband remembered the thing that often made him uncomfortable, so she asked a tentative question.

"Master, that thing is still in the attic, why don't you?..."

Zhao Wuji sat on the chair and waved to the girls.

"Go and get it, I'll wait here!"

Lu nodded and asked the maids to go. She looked at her husband with some worries. She could clearly feel that her husband was a little absent-minded recently, and women often think about things in a bad way.

"Master, you are..."

Zhao Wuji frowned and waved his hand, signaling her not to ask any further. The stern face made people unable to see clearly, and what he was thinking in his heart.

In a moment, the girls brought the spear. The heavy spear was a little heavier to the weak and delicate people.

However, intermarriage with locals also changed their physique. Although they lacked the graceful and gracefulness of Song women, they had more Arab women's health.

Therefore, after working together, several girls could handle it.

Zhao Wuji looked at the spear in a long leather bag with a complicated expression. He wanted to reach out to touch it, feel its smooth body and the spirituality it has.

"My brother, this is your weapon to gallop on the battlefield in the future. With it..."

But when his fingers just touched the moisture-proof cowhide spear bag, he suddenly remembered the words of his elder brother. This made his fingers look like they were burned and shrank back.

"Call someone to the front hall!"

After saying that, he hurriedly left, looking from his back, he looked like a war horse fleeing in panic on the battlefield.

When he returned to the front hall, Safowan, who was called by someone, was already waiting there Zhao Wuji.

He wore the robe that the black Mamluk cavalry often wore, and his face was also covered with a black veil, which taught him not to see his true face.

But his eyes, the cold and cool eyes that were fierce, savage and arrogant, were extremely distinctive.

Zhao Wuji looked at him, his eyes coldly as if he was a beast who wanted to choose someone to eat. There was indescribable disgust in his eyes, and then he sat heavily on the chair and sighed deeply.

"You all retreat and let me talk to Safowan."

After the servants serving in the current hall left, Zhao Wuji sent the orders he disliked the most to Safowan.

"Removing your face towel!"

This sentence is nothing, but the black eyes of Suffercheng immediately burst into the black eyes of Sapphocheng. In the black pupils, they were like two bright torches.

Zhao Wuji didn't know how painful and helpless the face towel was for these Mamluks.

They were not normal men. These slave soldiers trained by Arabs, but they learned Chinese in Yulinzhuang. Before they knew it, they even felt some of the views of the Han people.

"Eunuch!"

As inhumane men, it is undoubtedly a sorrow to exist in this world. The twisted heart also makes them cunning and vicious.

When the face towel left Safowan's face, a young face showed up. If it weren't for the resentment in the dark eyes, he would probably be considered a handsome handsome man. His chin was as smooth as a woman, and that was probably the reason why they wore a veil.

"Hmph, I know you hate me!"

Zhao Wuji, who felt the other party's gaze, didn't care at all. He snorted coldly, he had a way to deal with such people.

"This is for you, come and take it!"

Zhao Wuji raised his chin to the spear he was carrying with him from afar, and this time he didn't even stick out his fingers.

But his eyes fell on the cowhide bag with a spear, but trembled inconspicuously.

The cowhide bag is the same as it used to be, but no one has moved for a long time, and it is covered with dust. Uncovered the cowhide bag and exposed the thick layer of oil paper inside, wrapping the entire spear tightly inside.

As the oil paper like a long strap left, the appearance of the sap was revealed.

The black spear is smooth and shiny, and a golden dragon pattern wraps around the body of the spear. It is a bronze-cast gold-pinched dragon head.

The spear tip was stretched out from the dragon's mouth, but it was made of a wuz steel, with a black but golden pattern, and a short sword-like spear blade.

The thick ridge makes it heavy and strong. From 2/3 of the spearhead, there is a deep groove like a dovetail that is cut and chiseled. If this thing is inserted into the stomach, the blood will almost be empty in an instant.

Near the spearhead that gradually harvested, there are three large characters for thin gold-shaped bodies - dragon teeth saw.

Saffwan, who knew Chinese characters, noticed that the dragon tooth saw spearhead had no sharp blade, and some were fine as if they were serrated.

Saffwan, who is familiar and loves weapons, showed a joyful expression in his eyes. Although this saw blade has no edge, it is not a problem to use immediately. Especially with the rush of the horse, the sharpness of the saw blade is even far beyond the edge of the blade.

The same gilded horn on the spear's tail was cast into a sharp thing like a dragon's tail. If the war horse galloped past and was swept by the dragon's tail, it would definitely lead to a bloodshed.

"This is called a spear. It is the weapon of our Song Dynasty. It is somewhat similar to the spear here, but the spear is completely different. Today, I will give you this dragon tooth saw!"

When Zhao Wuji said these words, he firmly believed that Sappho, who had just been exposed, no longer hated him, but he wanted him to hate another person.

The spear is eighty-four, called a spear, which is the main difference between this and the spear used by Mamluk lies in the pole.
Chapter completed!