In order to clean up all the women who were drunk with peach blossoms in the Qinglou, Empress He offered to let Tang Zhaozong bring these beauties into the Tang Palace.

Tang Zhaozong was actually a little hesitant, after all, this was not in line with the etiquette law, but Queen He insisted on it.

Empress He still has a lot of henchmen in the Tang Palace, so she just went out when Tang Zhaozong just went out.

Empress He began to implement her plan, and she ordered her henchmen to take down all those weak women.

Although Mo Yangyu, the owner of the Qinglou who was drunk with peach blossoms for ten miles, and the four major Oiran begged bitterly, Queen He was not ready to let any of them go.

In the eyes of Queen He, Mo Yangyu, the owner of the Qinglou who was drunk with peach blossoms for ten miles, must be taught a lesson, followed by the four major Oiran white peony willow phoenix, red peony seal Zhaozhao, maple leaf red gold seedling seedling, plum blossom snow maple fourteen.

Therefore, after she took Tang Zhaozong away, she tied up all these five beauties.

Empress He smiled and said: "Whoever wakes up first in the big dream, you sluts in Qinglou are still ready to be concubines!" ”

William continued: "The king made my father earl yesterday in Winchester, and the castle is now ours. I was the master of this place before my father arrived. He snapped his fingers at the steward, "I'm hungry, bring me bread, meat, and wine." ”

The steward hesitated, he looked at Alena worriedly, not daring to leave her, but he had no choice but to walk towards the door.

Alena also took a step towards the door, as if to go out with him.

"Stay here and don't move," William ordered her.

Walter stood between her and the door, blocking her way.

"You don't have the authority to command me!" Alena said, with the same bossiness as before.

Matthew said in a frightened tone, "Stay here, my lord, don't provoke them." I'll be right back. ”

Alena frowned at him, but she stayed still. Matthew walked out.

William sat down in Alena's chair, and she moved to her brother's side. William looked at them, the two siblings were very similar, but all the strength was in the girl's face. Richard was tall, like a clumsy adult, but hadn't grown a beard yet. William was glad to have the right to manipulate them. He said, "How old are you, Richard?" ”

"Fourteen," said the boy with a gloomy face.

"Have you ever killed someone?"

"No," he replied, and then, in a show of his bravery, he added, "not yet." ”

William thought, you're going to be unlucky, you little. He turned to Alena again, "How old are you?" ”

At first, she seemed like she didn't want to pay attention to him, but then she seemed to change her mind, perhaps remembering Matthew's words not to provoke them. "Seventeen," she said.

The storm blew in the middle of the night, and it stopped before dawn. The sudden silence woke Tom, the builder. He lay in the darkness, listening to the heavy breathing of Alfred beside him and the low panting of Martha on the other side, thinking in his heart that the sky might be clear after dawn, and that it would be cloudy for two or three weeks, and that he could finally see the sunrise today. He had been waiting for this day.

He got up and opened the door, and it was still dark, and it was still early. He touched his son with one foot. "Alfred! Get up! The sun is out today. ”

Alfred snorted and sat up, and Martha rolled over and didn't wake up. Tom walked over to the table and lifted the lid of a clay pot. He picked up a large half-eaten loaf of bread and cut two thick slices, one for himself and the other for Alfred. They sat down on a bench and had breakfast.

There was beer in the can, and Tom took a big sip and handed it to Alfred. Agnes would ask them for cups, and so would Alan, but now there was no woman in the family to do that. When Alfred had had enough, they left the house.

As they passed through the courtyard of the monastery, the sky turned from black to gray. Tom planned to go to the vice-dean's residence to wake up Philip, however, Philip's thoughts coincided with Tom's, and he had already reached the ruins of the cathedral, where he was kneeling on the wet ground in a thick cloak and muttering prayers.

Their task was to draw a precise east-west straight line that would form the central axis of the new cathedral.

Tom had everything ready. On the ground at the east end, he inserted an iron drill with a small ring at the top, like the eye of a needle. The hammer was almost as long as Tom's height, so the "eye of the needle" was as tall as Tom's eye. He mixed gravel and mortar to hold the iron drill in place and prevent it from moving unexpectedly. Early this morning, he was going to insert another such iron drill, at the other end of the construction site, opposite the original one.

"Stir up some mortar, Alfred," he said.

Alfred went to get sand and lime. Tom went to his tool shed near the cloister and fetched a small wooden hammer and a second iron hammer. Then he walked to the west end of the construction site and stood there, waiting for the sunrise. Philip finished his prayer and came to him, and Alfred was mixing sand and lime on a mortar board.

The sky was brighter, and the three of them became nervous, all staring at the top of the east wall. Finally, the round red sun emerged from the wall.

Tom shifted positions until he could see the edge of the sun through the small eyes on top of the iron drill in the distance. Then, when Philip began to pray aloud in Latin, Tom held the second iron chisel in front of his eyes to block out the sun. He steadily lowered the chisel down to the ground and plunged the tip into the wet earth, keeping it between his eyes and the sun. He drew a small wooden hammer from his belt and carefully struck the hammer down until the "eye of the needle" was at the height of his eye. At this time, as long as he does his job just right, as long as his hands do not tremble, the sun will shine through the "eye of the needle" of the two iron drills.

He closed one eye and looked out of the "eye of the needle" of the iron drill in front of him to see the iron drill at the far end. The sunlight shines through the two ring holes, shining steadily on his eyes. The two iron chisels were joined in a straight line from east to west, setting the direction for the new cathedral.

He had already explained it to Philip, but now he stepped aside and asked the deputy dean to look through the two rings and inspect it.

"Wonderful," Philip said.

Tom nodded. "Indeed."

"Do you know what day of the week it is?" Philip said.

"Friday."

"Today is the Day of Martyrdom of the saints of Adolphus. God has sent us sunshine so that we can orient the church on the anniversary of our patronage. Isn't that a good sign? ”

Tom smiled. In his experience, in the architectural profession, good craftsmanship is much more important than good signs. But he was really happy for Philip. "yes, that's good!" "It's a very good sign," he said. ”

(End of chapter)