"My lord, that's it?" Lian Ji Yingsong and his party walked out of Li's Mozhuang, while Kurohara gritted his teeth and said, Kurohara is the ronin who fought with Luo Wenqian before.

"If you don't count it like that, how can you drop it?" Lian Ji Yingsong glared at the ronin Kurohara angrily: "You also give me some peace, this is in Daming, in a few days it will be Doumo, don't cause trouble again, when the time comes, I want to protect you, so that you can't spare you." Lian Ji Yingsong said.

"Hey." Hearing Lian Ji Yingsong say this, Kuroba immediately responded.

So, the group hurried back to the embassy of the city.

After entering the embassy, Lian Ji Yingsong went straight to the residence of the envoy.

The envoy was kneeling on the edge of the coffee table at this time, and a maid was carefully helping him make tea.

"Sit." Seeing that Lian Yoshi Yingsong came in, he asked Lord Jun to stretch out his hand and ask him to sit down.

Lian Ji Yingsong lifted his robe and knelt opposite the envoy, while the maid also helped him make a cup of tea. Then quietly retreated.

"Only in Daming can you drink such refreshing tea." Lord Jun took a sip of tea, and then reveled for a while before opening his eyes and looking at Lian Ji Yingsong and asking, "How is it?" How's this echo going? ”

Before Lian Ji Yingsong went to the Li family to smash the field, so Jun naturally knew that this was to give the Li family a dismount.

"Defeated." Even Ji Yingsong said with a look of shame, and his heart was even more depressed, if it was really defeated, it would be good to know the ink products of the Li family participating in the ink fight, and understand the truth, but the problem was that he was defeated without even having a chance.

"What do you mean. Are you defeated? "Lord Jun looked at Renyoshi Hidematsu's expression. Then he said with a sinking face and a frown. Before. Everyone in Nanjing was defeated, and the Li family, when I heard that the family was a girl's family, I thought that I had caught it, but I didn't expect it to be an unexpected failure

"Yes, I fell for the Li family, and please punish you." Lian Ji Yingsong said, Ben Ren really talked about the ugly woman as a sweeping woman before. At this time, how could he not know that he had fallen for the tricks of the Xiang family at that time.

Then he added: "This Li family is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger." ”

Listening to Lian Ji Yingsong say this, the envoy also pondered for a while, and after a while, he slapped his face, and a subordinate came in, handed over some information to the envoy, and then retreated.

The envoy took the information and flipped through it, and handed it to Lian Ji Yingsong.

"This is what I bought from the Ming people for a lot of money, and it is about the situation of Li Mo and Tian Mo competing for tribute, and you can take a good look at the analysis of Li Mo. There is an old Chinese saying: If you know your opponent, you will not be defeated in a hundred battles. "Make the king's way.

"Hey." Lian Ji Yingsong responded. Then he looked at the materials carefully.

According to the data, Li Mo Zuihou defeated Tian Mo on the ink color and color scale. Lian Ji Yingsong looked at it, but the more he looked at it, the more gray his face became.

"The ink stone inkstone is studied, and the white jade board is written. If you use this kind of ink test method, Lian Jijun, your ink is not Li Mo's opponent, I got these materials before, and I shiyan, your ink four strokes overlap and you can't distinguish the level, of course, the Li family's Liuhe Sancai ink is not available on the market now, but from the perspective of the tribute information, Li Mo's five strokes overlap, and the level and color scale are still distinct, and now the Li family suddenly popped up such an old lady master, Lian Jijun, a few days later, what are you going to do? Ready to throw in the towel? ”

Speaking of zuihou, the voice of the envoy-kun became stern.

"Lord Envoy, in my heart, there is no word to admit defeat." Lian Ji Yingsong pursed his lips and said, in fact, when he said this, he had no bottom in his heart. But no matter how bottomless it is, it has to fight hard, so that in front of Lord Jun, there is no room for retreat without a fight.

"Tell me about your plans." Lord Jun nodded, and he was still satisfied with Ji Yingsong's attitude.

"There is an old Chinese saying that the best strategy is to attack the enemy's shortcomings with what you have already done." Lian Ji Yingsong Road.

"Oh, tell me." The word that made Jun full of interest.

"I've thought about it, a few days later, I also asked the Emperor Jun to propose to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty that we do not accept outsiders' ink test and ink evaluation, so as not to cause unfairness, after all, the Ming people always speak for the Ming people, and we only accept one kind of ink fighting method, that is, they use ink to paint and paint good works, and then sprinkle water to see whose ink color is more permanent and darker, and whose ink is the first ink in the world." Lian Ji Yingsong gritted his teeth.

"According to what I said, Li Mo's color prevention and fixation ability is also very good, and the play "Mistaken Relationship" is very good." At this time, make the king humane.

"My lord, it's not me boasting, Li Mo's performance in "Mistaken Relationship", my ink can also do it, and it will not be worse than Li Mo at all, but now there is a point, Li Mo is new ink, which was made in less than two months, and my ink has five years, and the new ink is dry, and there is an uncertainty in the brightness and solid color of the true ink color, therefore, the possibility of my ink winning Li Mo is relatively large, even if I can't win, Zuihou fights comparably, so we are not bad." Lian Ji Yingsong said with his chin raised.

"Okay, according to your method, on that day, I will mention it to Emperor Ming." The envoy slapped.

"What if Emperor Ming doesn't agree?" Lian Ji Yingsong asked with some concern.

"Then if Emperor Ming doesn't agree, how sure are you that you can beat Li Mo?" The envoy asked rhetorically.

Lian Ji Yingsong shook his head, not to mention anything else, just if the refined white jade plate was compared to the color scale, his ink would have to lose.

"In this way, if the Ming Emperor does not agree, then we will withdraw from Doumo, and then it will be the Ming Dynasty that has no face." Make the king's way.

"Make your lord wise." Lian Ji Yingsong slapped a sycophant.

Then he said: "Lord Envoy, you don't have to mention it to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty again, Dou Mo, there must be a color head, if Li Mo loses, you have to let Li Mo hand over the formula of Liuhe Sancaimo." When he saw that information just now, he couldn't help but get Li Mo's formula in his hands.

"Well, I'll make that proposal as well." I think this proposal is really good.

The embassy didn't mention it.

Besides, on the side of Li's Mozhuang, after Lian Ji Yingsong and others left in a gloomy manner, the entire official street was full of jubilation. The depression of Nanjing ink industry in recent days has disappeared for a while.

There was a sense of conviction rising in everyone's heart. Li Mo will win.

Of course, this conviction inadvertently made Zhenniang's pressure even greater. But. Since taking over Li Mo, the pressure on Zhenniang has never been small, and she is not afraid.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the surface of the Qinhuai River, and the afterglow of the sunset made the surface of the Qinhuai River a little golden, coupled with the gathering of painting boats on the river, the sound of silk and bamboo was endless.

The aroma of the fat powder wafts with the night breeze, intoxicating those who smell it.

And the shore of Qinhuai. Each boat lady also set up small stalls one by one, just like the food stalls of later generations. Of course, compared with the food stalls of later generations, the scene in front of me is more of a petty bourgeois tone.

Storytellers, singers, and flowers pierce the edges. Of course, it's more about the smell of all kinds of fragrant food.

Zhen Niang likes to eat the vinegar fish of a boat lady here.

At this time, Zhenniang was dressed in men's clothes, and together with Luo Wenqian, she was sitting in this small stall, and the two were chatting and eating.

"The news from the embassy, Lian Ji Yingsong was stunned at the hands of his aunt and mother-in-law this morning, but it made him think something about it. It is said that the Japanese envoy has already made a break. It is requested that the ink only spell the color and the fixed color, that is, the waterproof ability of the ink, and the ink color can only be used as a reference. Luo Wenqian was dressed in a green shirt, the wind was blowing, his indescribable attitude was free and easy, and the comfortable and gentle expression on his face was more of a man's sense of leisure.

Luo Wenqian said as he put down the fish meat without any thorns in the belly of the fish with chopsticks, and then drank the sauce again, and put it on the plate in front of Zhenniang.

On the side, Luo Wuzi's eyes widened, this kind of thing, in his family, it has always been his own mother to his father, how did it come to Uncle Jiu At this time, it became him to help the future Aunt Jiu'er, suddenly, he remembered the conversation between his own mother and his father a few days ago, and his father told his mother that Uncle Jiu will be a wife slave in the future.

Thinking about it, Luo Wuzi saw that his ninth uncle picked up a piece of fish and meat again, helped the future ninth aunt pick a thorn, and then put it on the plate of the future ninth aunt, Luo Wuzi held his head, and felt a little spitted in his heart, how to say it, the ninth uncle spoiled the ninth aunt too much, will the husband be sluggish in the future, thinking, Luo Wuzi quietly glanced at the two of them again, although there was something to say, but it didn't seem to feel bad, and thought about what his mother said, and when the Chinese New Year this year, he also had to start helping him say that his daughter-in-law, he was just fifteen years old. At this time, it is too early to say that the daughter-in-law is ......

Luo Wuzi was so dazed thinking about it alone, and before he knew it, his face turned red.

Of course, at this time, he didn't care about his youthful feelings.

Zhen Niang heard Luo Wenqian's words, and couldn't help frowning: "How can this be done?" Where is the quality of ink only the side of fixing the color and keeping the color, the color scale, the fineness, and the ink bone, etc., how can the ink be good based on this alone? Zhen Niang muttered, and then raised her eyes to look at Luo Wenqian: "The imperial court won't really agree to the request of the Japanese people, right?" ”

Zhen Niang said as she ate the fish pieces that Luo Wenqian put on her plate, and she felt that today's vinegar fish was even more sweet.

"It's hard to say, the Japanese people spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, thinking that if you add a comment on the ink, he thinks that the ink color is a thing that has its own eyes, and my Ming people will be biased towards the Li family, which is unfair. And I have always paid attention to etiquette and education to foreign countries, and persuaded people with virtue, I guess I will really agree, besides, the current situation is that if I don't agree to this kind of comparison, even if the Japanese people lose, they will have an excuse not to admit it. Luo Wenqian said.

The Japanese made this request, no matter what the way it was, it was not easy to refuse, and even, if the court did not agree with the comparison of the Japanese people, it was impossible to say that the Japanese people would withdraw from Doumo in protest, which would sweep the face of the Ming Dynasty again.

Therefore, Luo Wenqian can be sure that the imperial court will agree to the comparison of the Japanese people.

"Hmph, isn't the reason why the Japanese people proposed this comparison is because they can't compare with Li Mo in the color scale, they only think that the ink that the Li family participated in the ink fight is just made, dry, and the color is unstable, so they put forward this comparison, it's really underestimating people, and when they pour, they will lose their oral hearts." Zhen Niang said.

"That's right." Luo Wenqian also nodded with a smile, the data that outsiders can get is at most the data of Li Mo, who participated in the tribute competition. As for the millennium ink made later, it was made with the blood of Li Lao's shopkeeper as an introduction, in order to verify the fixed color and color preservation of the ink, Li Zhenniang once soaked the ink in water for ten days and ten nights, and when it was taken out and used, there was no difference from other inks.

The ink ball pounded out with the Cheng family's pair of stone mortars and stone pestles is fine and bright, plus ten times of pestle pounding, when the ink is made, it is as hard as jade, and no water can penetrate it.

Lian Ji Yingsong and others thought that Li Mo was new ink, and dryness was a shortcoming, but they didn't know that this batch of Li Jiagang haode millennium ink was not only not a disadvantage, but also an advantage.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled.

The sun was sinking in the west, and the ink was getting thicker.

Luo Wenqian paid, and the two paced back. Unexpectedly, I saw a person at the door of Li's Mozhuang, Li Fuquan of Fuxian Pavilion.

Why did Li Fuquan come? Zhenniang couldn't help but be a little suspicious, it's not that she has a bad relationship with Li Fuquan, after all, she saved Li Fuquan, and Li Moquan invested in Li, when Li's Mozhuang opened in Nanjing, he also came to praise the scene, and Li Mo has always occupied the most important position in Fuxian Pavilion's ink products.

But maybe it was Li Guifei's special order or Li Fuquan's own personality, Li Fuquan has always been very low-key, he has nothing to do on weekdays, he is nested in his very ordinary house, he has not had much contact with Nanjing officials and businessmen, and has been free from officialdom and shopping malls, quite a rich idler.

And now, Li Fuquan's sudden appearance must be something important.

"The big shopkeeper." Seeing Li Fuquan, Zhenniang hurriedly greeted her.

"Miss Li, now is not the time to be polite, you come with me." Li Fuquan is no longer the honest man he was back then, but now he speaks and acts, and he looks bold and calm.

"Can the shopkeeper tell me what it is?" On the one hand, Luo Wenqian asked with a calm face, not to mention the Li Gui woman behind Li Fu's body, she should be the Fuxian Pavilion, and there are a lot of relationships involved, Luo Wenqian wants to ask.

"Okay, I trust Miss Li, so I'll say it, and you will swallow it in your stomach after hearing it." Li Fuquan also understood the Li family's worries, so he first admonished, and then lowered his voice and said, "The concubine wants to see Miss Li." ”

Li Guifei wants to see herself? And this is Nanjing? Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the concubine to appear in Nanjing, but now that Li Guifei has appeared, there is only one possibility, the emperor is here.

No wonder Li Fugui looked so nervous and chattering.

And now Nanjing, only the emperor's relationship, that is a few days later, Doumo, more likely, Zhenniang thought that the emperor had to come to Doumo a few days later.

In this way, Zhen Niang followed Li Fuquan to Fuxian Pavilion.

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