A dream of yellow sorghum, sixty-nine years of name
When Li Hong heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he suddenly stood up, glared at him and said, "What did you say?" The main palace is actually ...... here."
After saying only that, he didn't say anything more, and after turning around for a while, he gritted his teeth and turned back, "Are you sure it's him?" β
"Yes."
Jinghe sighed: "It was because it was sure that it was him, so Jing'an specially took him with him, thinking about it for a few days, looking for a reason to take it down and retrial it carefully - after all, I don't know who is standing behind it, if I take it in a hurry, I'm afraid it will break something big." β
"You've done it well......"
Li Hong sighed: "Well done...... In this way, at least the queen mother's side will make a move, and no one will dare to say anything. β
Jinghe was stunned: "Your Highness means ......"
"With the queen mother, it is natural for her to make a move, and no one dares to say anything. Moreover, the palace has been strictly forbidden for the past two days, and the queen mother can also make an excuse, and no one will guard against it. β
"But the outsiders, will they believe it?"
"If you lose your ordinary possessions, or if you don't believe. But if the queen mother just vaguely said that she had lost her father or something important, the people outside the palace would definitely believe it - after all, the purpose of their visit to the palace was also this.
Moreover, the queen mother deliberately confuses the speech, maybe in this way, it can have the effect of scaring the snake and let the people behind him stand up by themselves. β
Li Hong pondered.
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The other side.
in the apse.
Wu Zhao looked at the things presented to him in the same way, nodded and said, "It's all complete?" β
"Here's what you can find. Mother, if you look at these things...... He is afraid that it is really from the palace of King Xun. Minghe frowned.
Wu Zhao didn't answer him immediately, he only gently picked up a gold needle in his slender hand, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Minghe, you go and find a goldsmith in the palace, there is something to inquire about in this palace." β
Minghe left in response, and brought people in after a short time.
"You are a craftsman in the palace who is proficient in this way, and come to the palace to take a look, what is the color of this golden needle, and the flower ornament carved at the end of the needle, and which one is common in which house."
Wu Zhao and Yan Yue said.
The craftsman went as ordered, and after reading it once, he came to report:
"Queen Qiyu, although the workmanship of this gold needle is barely fine, and the flower ornament also seems to be the most prosperous diamond pattern in our Tang Dynasty, but its texture is not pure. And its rhombic pattern is the back of the old years of the rhombic flower, in recent years in my Tang Dynasty, even the small city of the side plug does not use this pattern, but changed to the emerging cloud roll rhombus. β
Wu Zhao raised his eyebrows: "But this palace looks at the color of this golden needle is still new." β
"It's just been forged."
The old craftsman with white eyebrows and white beard smiled and said:
"Because of this, the old man dares to guess whether this thing is owned by Dongying - and I am afraid that it is not a high-ranking official or noble, but it is obtained by the Dongying royal family."
Wu Zhao's eyes sharpened:
"Why did my husband say this?"
When the old craftsman heard that the mother of a country called himself so respectful, his heart was filled with joy, and he immediately said:
"Niangniang, since the previous dynasty, my Tang Dynasty has made great progress in this gold and silver art, and none of the countries of Zhou can match. It is the Persian, Turkic, Tubo, Goguryeo and other countries that are good at making gold and silver artifacts, and in recent years, they have gradually become the right of our Tang Dynasty.
Not to mention other small countries such as Silla, Baekje, and Dongying. β
Wu Zhao nodded:
"Listening to the meaning of the old man, in recent years, the trend of all countries to follow my Tang Dynasty is still prevalent?"
"It's just going to be exciting." The old craftsman nodded:
"And among them, it is still the most important thing since the thirteenth year of the first emperor Zhenguan's domestic court meeting, everything is everywhere, and Dongying who has the heart to say goodbye to my Tang Dynasty is the most."
The old craftsman lined his hand with a cloth, picked up the golden needle and said:
"The color and texture of this golden needle seems acceptable in my Tang Palace, but it is the best grade for Dongying, whose national strength is weakβin fact, it is not only Dongying, but also Baekje Silla, and even Goguryeo. Niangniang knew that in recent years, Goguryeo had sold all the gold, silver and jewelry in Baekje and its own country, both openly and covertly, just to exchange for military funds. Coupled with the nation's efforts to deal with Silla, there was no young man in the country who could have such a calm mind to practice this metallurgical method. Therefore, this kind of gold can only be obtained by the current Dongying, which is facing each other across the sea at present, and has not been burned by the war and the local Dongying.
Although there are many envoys and international students sent to the Tang Dynasty to study the arts, they are all above the top after all, and they think too highly of themselves, and they have no real fine arts and strong skills. In addition, Dongying travels to and from my Tang Dynasty, far away from the ocean and the waves are dangerous, often ten people go and one or two people have to return, so they have to be shapeless and not quality. β
The old craftsman talked eloquently, listened to Wu Zhaodayue, nodded again and again, and said:
"But in this case, how can the old man conclude that it is owned by the Dongying royal family?"
"Hui Niangniang, those who can enter our Tang Dynasty are either the Dongying royal family, or blood relatives with whom they are very directly concerned. And this rhombic pattern was secretly learned by the people they sent during the domestic court meeting in the thirteenth year of Zhenguan - don't hide it from Niangniang, the old man was the one who saw them take away this old-fashioned pattern. It's just that at that time, I thought it was just something that our Datang was already out of fashion, so I took it and took it, and it didn't hurt...... It's just that I don't know why today's Niangniang specially asked, isn't it the so-called what's wrong with the old decay? β
"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just some old stuff from more than ten years ago, and they learn it if they love it. It is said that it is the palace, and even our ordinary people in Datang are afraid and don't care, so it doesn't matter. β
After Wu Zhao replied to him with a smile, he gave him a reward and added a rank.
The old craftsman was very grateful, and before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and reported to Wu Zhao:
"Niang Niang Shengen, thank you. It's just a mother, the person who takes this needle, but you have to be careful - although the old eyesight is not good back then, the needle core is empty, but it can still be weighed. β
This time it was not only Minghe, but also Wu Zhao's eyes widened: "Just a glance, the old man can know that this thing is hollow?" β
"Niangniang, the gold is heavy, this hollow and not hollow, outsiders can't see it, but the old man has been used to touching them for many years...... is not afraid of the mother punishing the old man for arrogance, it is the difference between mustard seeds, and the old man can still be measured. β
Wu Zhao was overjoyed when he heard this, and bluntly said that Datang was blessed, and he was so skilled that he made an identical gold needle according to the most fashionable Huiyun Ling pattern of today's Datang folk.
"It's just that the requirements of this palace are a bit harsh, this golden needle is not only hollow, but also a nine-clawed golden dragon...... What can my husband do? β
"Nine-claw? This ......"
The old craftsman hesitated, Wu Zhao knew that what he was worried about was that the nine-clawed golden dragon was used by the Son of Heaven, and he didn't dare to move it without the holy decree of the seal. So he laughed and told him not to worry.
"There will be a holy decree later, and the old man can go to the inner division with the little palace ladies to receive the things first, and when you return to the inner square, the holy decree will arrive. Remember, this palace needs one hundred orders and eight golden needles like this, can you get it in ten days? β
"If a man is a sibling, five days will do."
"Okay, all the goldsmiths and silversmiths in the entire inner division are for your use, and this palace must get this thing as soon as possible."
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A moment later.
Watching the goldsmith leave, Ming He asked his doubts:
"Mother, this is ......"
"Since she gave the palace such a gift with all the strength of the country, then the palace should always give one or two in return." Wu Zhao smiled: "As for why it's a nine-clawed golden dragon...... Didn't you just hear that? This is the system of the Son of Heaven. Although she really can't mention it, she is also a genius. But Jiro Xiang has no interest in participating in the struggle of these women's families, and as the wife of the Son of Heaven, Nanomiya should share his worries. β
Wu Zhao rolled his eyes and smiled at the sudden Ming and Qiao.
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Ten days later.
Night.
Dongying.
Chikushi Asakura Palace.
In the imperial bedroom, there was a sound of exclamation and screaming.
Empress Qi Ming looked at the one hundred and eight golden needles on the couch that were neatly arranged and tied like a needleboard, and her face was pale!