After Wang Shen walked into the warehouse quickly, he saw An Niang looking at Yue Yun lying in the pile of sackcloth and weeping silently. In the storehouse of the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info old and weak people were originally used as auxiliaries, and they did not directly participate in the battle. Today's battle was so fierce that all those men had been drafted out.

At this moment, the huge warehouse was empty and full of the echo of Yue Yun's heavy breathing.

He hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "An Niang, how is Ying Xiang?" ”

"I ...... It's okay...... It's okay......" Yue Yun had already woken up, and said in a low voice: "The bone is not broken, but it hurts the lung meridian and dies...... Ahem...... Can't die, cough cough ......"

With this cough, blood spots choked out of the nostrils.

Wang Shen shook An Niang, who was about to open her mouth to cry: "Don't worry, take a few pairs of decoction and raise it for a month, An Niang, I have something to do here, I need your help." ”

An Niang hurriedly stood up: "Yes, my lord." ”

She had already understood just now that Wang Shen confessed to Li Cheng that he was a messenger sent by the imperial court to issue a holy decree to Li Cheng. At the same time, I was shocked, but I was suddenly a little afraid.

Wang Shen smiled bitterly and shook his head, not caring about explanation, so he opened his baggage, took out his drawing board, and spread it out on a sack. He pointed to the inkstone and ink ingot: "Anniang, grind the ink quickly." ”

"What ......"

Wang Shen: "Hurry up, Li Cheng is still waiting to see the holy decree, I have to write a copy quickly." ”

"Ahh Not only An Niang, but Yue Yun also sat up suddenly, his eyes widening.

"It's not fast enough...... Hey, forget it, I'll do it. Wang Shen spit the bloodshot saliva into the inkstone, picked up a piece of ink and grinded it.

This is the top-level Shanghai Cao Sugong, a small ink ingot, worth 1,000 yuan.

An Niang came to her senses and added water to the inkstone.

In just a moment, a pool of ink was polished, shimmering in the skylight with a black luster, as crystal clear and moist as a fast ink jade.

Wang Shen took out a piece of cooked rice paper with gold leaf printed with dark flowers, dipped his pen in ink, and after a little thought, he wrote quickly.

This piece of paper is produced by a century-old brand in Beijing Liulichang, and it costs 300 yuan for one piece. Ink is good ink, paper is good paper, and it is also suitable for use at this time, hoping to fool Li Cheng over.

This is the first time Wang Shen wrote after crossing into the Southern Song Dynasty, An Niang was curious, and couldn't help but lean over. Seeing this, my heart was suddenly shocked, and I didn't think it said: "Good words." ”

"That's natural, Zhao Jiu's words can be worse. In fact, several officials of the Song Dynasty, whether it is Yingzong, Shenzong or Zhezong, are all masters of calligraphy, and as for Emperor Daojun, he is a master of a new generation. It's a pity that none of them are qualified emperors, and the better they write, the more harmful they will do to the country. ”

An Niang: "This ...... This is the word of today's official family......"

"Yes, I've seen it before, and I've also posted it, and now I've learned it, but it's seven or eight points like, but I can't learn that rhyme." As he spoke, Wang Shen had finished writing a holy decree and threw the pen aside. Then he took out a box from the baggage, took out something that was almost half a foot square and yellow and the same as a pastry, picked up a carving knife and carved it quickly.

An Niang: "Wang Da...... Big brother, you are ......"

"I have written Zhao Jiu's holy decree, and I have to get a jade seal to cover it, and I have to do a full set of plays." Wang Shen didn't raise his head and said.

……

At this moment, outside the warehouse, it was almost time for Wang Shen to enter a pot of tea.

Some Li Chengjun soldiers became impatient: "Heavenly King, is that thief doing any tricks, or his subordinates will wait in and take a look?" ”

"What thief, an angel, do not be rude. What is so important to give a decree, and it is not to be hasty, and all the ways and ceremonies must be taken. Li Cheng said lightly: "Don't worry, wait." ”

"Yes, Heavenly King."

……

Yes, what Wang Shen said to An Niang was not a lie, he had indeed seen Zhao Gou's handwritten decree, but it was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in modern society.

At that time, when Wang Shen was traveling in the United States, he saw it with his own eyes and found that Zhao Gou's handwriting was really beautiful, and it was really a silver hook and iron stroke, which penetrated the back of the paper. I immediately admired in my heart, could it be that the emperors of the Song Dynasty had the genes of artists in their bones?

After coming down, he searched for the picture of Zhao Gou's holy decree in the computer, and carefully copied it for a long time.

Calligraphy is such a thing, one law can be used in ten thousand ways, once you cross the threshold, it is not difficult to imitate other people's handwriting. At least with Wang Shen's current means, Xiao Rang, a saint-handed scholar who can simulate the handwriting of Su, Huang, Mi, and Cai in "Water Margin", is nothing more than that.

The format of the Song pilgrimage decree is also simple.

The header is nothing more than "Edict", followed by the name of the relevant institution, followed by the content of the edict, and the end is "Therefore, the edict is hereby indicated, and it is advisable to know" and then write the year, month and day.

The emperor's edicts are generally divided into three types: "edict", "edict", and "edict". The edict is used to promulgate major policies, and Zhao'an Li Cheng can only use the edict, that is, the imperial pen edict, so that it is in line with the rules and there is no chaos at all.

As for the following texts, in fact, in ancient China, as long as it was not a formal edict, the edicts written by the emperor and the instructions on the recitals were not so particular, and they were written whatever they wanted in their hearts.

The most famous of these is Zhu Pi of the Yongzheng Emperor of the Qing Dynasty. "Li Zhiying is not a person, a big joke! What a joke! There is a word of mouth, I laugh so much, a real martial artist. "The people under it, just seeing the money, their eyes are black."

"I'm such a nature, I'm such a man."

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After more than ten years of modern education, it is difficult for Wang Shen to soak in military history and Chinese studies forums all day long, and write a few sentences in the vernacular.

In the end, there is a jade seal missing.

This is the simplest thing, as a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, you can easily draw anything at a glance, no matter how long it has been. Moreover, Wang Shen has a full set of tools in his hands: a carving knife, a mold clip, and several boxwood blocks for hand training.

However, at this time, it was too late to carve jade seals from boxwood wood. Then, the soap used for personal hygiene can be barely tried.

The half-foot-square, yellow, and pastry-like thing he took out just now was the carved natural soap.

In hiking, soap is a good thing. In addition to being used for personal hygiene, it can also be used to clean wounds if there is an injury on the body. In addition, it is necessary to use bait to catch carnivorous and omnivorous fish such as catfish, which is a must-have for hiking.

About three or four minutes later, the jade seal was carved, and under the pressure of life and death, Wang Shen felt that his hands and feet had never been so nimble.

He smeared the ink on the great seal, and with a sound of the servant he covered it.

Zhao Jiu's handwriting was completed.

"What a work of art!" Wang Shen suddenly remembered that the original he saw at the Metropolitan Museum of Art was simply made of a mold.

I was extremely satisfied and proud.

Yiduo is not pressing.

Knowledge may not be of much use in normal times, but it is always good to learn it.

Knowledge is power.

He laughed, picked up a pottery bowl, replaced the wine with tea, and raised his head: "Respect knowledge!" ”