Canopy, made by the Yellow Emperor. Fighting with Chi You in the field of Zhuolu, there are often five-colored clouds, golden branches and jade leaves, and stop at the emperor. There is the image of flowers, so it is also a canopy.

And the canopy, that is, the original shape of the umbrella. It's just that this original umbrella was dedicated to the noble, and there was no paper at that time, and the umbrella surface was made of silk, and ordinary people couldn't afford to use it even if they allowed you to use it.

Nowadays, umbrellas are mostly paper umbrellas, but the paper is specially made, soaked in oil or coated with wax.

Su Youdao is still making umbrellas today, making a silk umbrella, obviously, this is an umbrella customized by powerful people, so the materials are very particular.

In fact, in this era, umbrella making is a very skilled craftsman, especially making a good umbrella, for the gentry and magnates, and the daughters of the ministers, it is also an indispensable important prop in the line.

In later times, the umbrella flourished in distant England and became the standard equipment that gentlemen had to carry when they went out.

On the avenue, there is a lot of pedestrians. Su Youdao sat under the roadside umbrella shed, concentrating on making his umbrella. For his worth, he wants to open an umbrella shop, take a few apprentices, or run a business in his own home, which is also not a business, but he likes to make umbrellas on the roadside.

Although, when the pedestrian is on the road, he sits on the side of the street, you don't look at me, I don't look at you, in fact, he should go into his heart, and before he knows it, he walks in, and when he enters his heart, he melts into his hand, and then casts it into his umbrella.

Therefore, Su Youdao often boasts that he has seven emotions, six desires, and a soul in his umbrella.

The umbrella surface has been measured and tailored, with the best plain silk, the sun shines through the shed on it, emitting a bright light, when it is covered on the umbrella stand to try to see, it is light like a dandelion, as if blowing a breath, it will fly up, and fly into the blue sky.

Su Youdao lifted the pen and put it down again, the umbrella surface was too plain, what should be decorated, but for a while, he couldn't think of what pictures to add. Mr. Su's painting is the same as making umbrellas, he doesn't want to just show his skills, but also wants to contain his emotions.

It sounds like a very mysterious thing, but everyone who buys an umbrella made by Mr. Su feels that the umbrella they have is completely different from ordinary umbrellas. Whether sunshine, melancholy, longing, or persistence, holding the umbrella he made himself, it seems that he can always taste a certain vivid feeling from it.

Especially when there is a suitable environment or atmosphere to match, hold an umbrella, watch the rain hit the plantains, watch the frogs sing the lotus leaves, watch the fireflies flying, and watch the clouds and the moon......

Su Youdao was hesitating about what kind of pattern to draw on this umbrella, an oil-walled car stopped in front of his stall, two pretty little girls jumped down from the car, put down the pedals, lifted the sedan curtain, and picked up a beautiful woman who was pregnant with Liujia, but her appearance was very amazing.

"It's Su Youdao at your feet, Mr. Su?"

Long Zuozuo stared at Su Youdao, who was holding a pen and groaning, for a while, and then asked.

Su Youdao raised his head and saw a pair of very pretty eyes. Because she was pregnant, Long Zuozuo's cheeks were a little plump, but her eyes were extremely pretty, and they were extremely sharp, and because they were too prominent, they made those cheeks look thin.

"Is that Mr. Su Youdao Su at your feet?"

The delicate lips started again, the dragon was extremely pretty, but the eyes were sharp, which would be slightly sharp for a girl, but because of her red and gorgeous lips, the edge became blazing, fiery and blazing.

Su Youdao has never seen such a bright and fiery personality in a woman who is pregnant with Liujia. Su Youdao had a smile on his face, nodded slightly, put down his pen, and said, "Yes, does the little lady want to make an umbrella?" ”

Long Zuozuo's eyes irrepressibly swelled with anger: "I want to ask where Li Yu lives now." ”

Su Youdao listened to her rich Xiliang accent, and suddenly remembered the investigation he had done on Li Yu before, and almost instantly, he guessed who the woman in front of him was, especially when he saw the sturdy knights who were obviously dressed in Longxi style around the oil wall car.

Su Youdao smiled and said, "The little lady knows Li Jialangjun? ”

Long Zuo said: "I am his wife! ”

Su Youdao sighed lightly and said, "I see, the little lady should have heard about it from General Chu's mansion, right?" Since Su left Chu Mansion, he has had little contact with Li Jialangjun. ”

Long Zuozuo glared at him and said word for word: "This girl just asked her to ask for his current address!" ”

Su Youdao slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "Ah, Su is confused, Li Jialangjun is now living in Yang Siqi's mansion in Yankang Fang." ”

Long Zuozuo frowned, and said to himself: "Yang Siqi, who is this?" ”

Su Youdao said: "Mr. Yang is a master craftsman in the world, and Yan Liben, who is an official in the court, is on a par with Yan Dajiang, Su made umbrellas, and also consulted Mr. Yang. ”

After Su Youdao finished speaking, he looked at Long Zuozuo's back and closed his mouth. Because after the dragon spoke to himself, he did not listen to his explanation at all, but had already turned and boarded the car, sat down in the car, and gave the command, and the car sped away into the setting sun.

"Miss Long, wife? Hehe, this time it's even more interesting. Su Youdao looked at the distant convoy and muttered to himself: "It turns out that Li Yu and the eldest lady of the Long family have already made a lifelong decision, and even the fact of husband and wife is already there." ”

He stroked his beard and muttered: "Li Yu is a death row prisoner, and he can only escape the king's law if he enters the underworld, but if there is an illegal place in Longyou, he may not have to stay in Chang'an." Since his lady is found, he will not ...... Leave Chang'an, right? ”

"He has successfully entered the 'East Fence', and he has to stay in Chang'an to succeed!" After Su Youdao finished speaking word by word, he picked up the pen again.

The umbrella surface is white, like a piece of fertile snow, and like a piece of white paper, Su Youdao held the pen, and unexpectedly remembered the appearance of the dragon that he had just seen at first glance: pretty eyes, bright lips, and a sharp edge......

The pen was dipped in the cinnabar box, and Su Youdao did not hesitate to point to the umbrella surface, and a little plum blossom jumped on it, as if it suddenly bloomed its fire-like enthusiasm after a heavy snowfall......

"Knock knock ......"

The drums at the gate sounded, and the man was about to close the door. According to the curfew, the shop is closed at night, which will undoubtedly ensure good law and order, but it will be a little inconvenient for some people who have not finished their work. Whether it is going home, closing, investing in shops, or going out of the city, they have all accelerated their pace.

When Li Yu left the West Market with auspiciousness, deep and quiet, there were not many pedestrians on the street, Li Yu hurried his horse and whipped up, and the light car galloped behind, and when they rushed back to Yankang Fang, they had just slowed down their horses and galloped into the Fang, and the door of the Fang was closed behind them.

Sanmei in the car, all of them are delicate, they get up early every day and go out with Li Yu, and every evening, they are returned by him in the car, which has already become a scenery of Yankangfang. The two fangmen in charge of the door, one is called Yang Fan and the other is called Ma Qiao, and every morning and evening you can see the beautiful companion of Li Yu, in and out, how can you not envy in your heart?

The eyes of the two fangding followed, chasing Sanmei's carriage and horse, chasing them far away. It's just that I heard that he is the mayor of the West City Bureau, and that is a big gentry who is making money every day, how can he compare with his own family? The two could only sigh with admiration: "The husband should be like this!" However, I'm not a big husband......"

: Uh-huh, the next chapter continues to be written, and I strive to release it in the evening