The Empress looked at his familiar face and recalled the love and protection she had received over the years. Her eyes were filled with admiration and love. She said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is so ambitious. I really like it.

"It is said that 'the fish jumped over the sea'. The sea is indeed wide, but there are always coastal restrictions. It cannot curb the aspirations of our generation and great empires. So why don't we set our sights on the higher and wider skies?

Hearing this, the queen thought of the scenes that she often saw in the imperial study these days, and she couldn't help but chuckle with her sleeves and lips. She moved her eyes and added, "'Flowers blooming on the shore'? It seems that His Majesty really likes this sentence. "In that case, if Your Majesty can really lead the Tang Empire to expand its territory in the future, we will have to ask the pen official to deal with your ancestor's sacrificial paper."

"On that day, I meant to give Chao Xiaoshu the five words 'fish that jumped over the sea'. I didn't expect this guy to leave. At the time, I felt a little uneasy. But I saw the characters that the author wrote for me.

The emperor bowed lightly and kissed her face, and said with a smile: "These figures are enough to broaden the emperor's heart. The pensmith knows me very well. If they can find him, I will give him a good reward.

The queen looked at him with interest and said with a smile: "After Your Majesty finds that person, how will you reward him?" Would you invite him to the Imperial Study as the Minister of Writing? It seems to me that he may have guessed your mind and is not willing to be busy with the life of a writer in his study. Therefore, he has been hiding from sight these days.

The emperor thought of this possibility, and said angrily: "It is surprising that after I took the calligraphy and asked several high secretaries of the imperial court, no one could distinguish anything from the characters. I also sent a lot of people to secretly visit the big pen shop in Chang'an. But nothing was found. I don't really know where that person is now. The thought that that person might be some official of the imperial court and secretly teased me every day when he saw me made me feel aggrieved and I couldn't wait to catch him and cut off his head.

"Your Majesty admires calligraphy every day in the Imperial Study. You love it so much that you can't bear to be separated from it. If you do find the pen hand, I don't believe you'll cut off his head," the queen said with a smile.

"It's a pity that it's only five words, which is not enough to satisfy me." The emperor held his wife's hand, sighed, and said with regret on his face. "They don't dare say it to my face, but you know very well that I only have the ability to appreciate good deeds. But... I lack a writing department.

"I tried the double hook method yesterday, but it wasn't close enough to those five words." The Empress smiled and suggested, "Your Majesty, if you are satisfied, you can let every official who is proficient in calligraphy try it."

The Emperor patted her hand, smiled happily, and shook his head. "It seems that you are the only one who understands me. I've forced those old Fudges to stay behind the courtroom. They are now writing in the imperial study. I have already told them that it doesn't matter if their granddaughter is celebrating a birthday or if their son is getting married today. I'm not going to let them go until they can write the characters exactly as they are.

Recently something quite interesting happened in the palace, seven words, "flowers bloom on the shore". However, no matter how much the emperor liked calligraphy; It was just a pastime for him. In order to prevent the censors from nagging him, His Majesty did not order any department in the imperial court to join the search, but only sent people to secretly search throughout Chang'an. He also told several of his close subjects and ordered them to keep an eye on him.

Months have passed, and Chang'an's most famous bookstores and galleries have been searched. The most famous calligraphers were summoned for interrogation, but the mysterious calligraphy artist who left the words could not be found. In fact, several famous calligraphers could not even understand the writing style of this sentence.

The main reason for the situation at hand is that these people are unable to think outside the box.

From the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the official who learned calligraphy in the imperial study to the calligrapher on the street. All look at the masterful brushstrokes, the imposing figures, the quiet power and beauty, the hidden proud figures, and look almost in awe. For those who can't stop praising the work of art, the author of this enigmatic work must have been a master of calligraphy who had been in seclusion. Anyone who can write such a high-level work must have been a cultivator from a long list of calligraphers. Why did he sell his work on the street?

And because they already had that impression, no one went to the scent workshops to question the poor scholars who sold calligraphy works there. No one visits the streets and alleys, and there are also requests for newly opened galleries. As a result, no one has linked the recent commotion at the Imperial Study to the old brush shop on Lin 47th Street.

One day, after visiting the Chang'an Palace, tourists from the Great River Kingdom took a detour into the 47th Street of Dongchenglin. They walked into what looked like a regular store selling ordinary calligraphy.

They stood with their hands behind their backs, looking at the ordinary work hanging on the wall, and couldn't help frowning and shaking their heads. At this moment, their eyes lit up, and one of them exclaimed, "They said that Tang Changan has hidden masters everywhere. Even in a random little shop down the street, they have such quality pieces...... Miss, is your boss here?

Sang-sang is eating her chicken noodles. She lifted her tanned face and smiled, "My boss isn't here." If you ask for the price, this Zhongtang calligraphy book is worth 3,000 gold coins. There are no discounts.

It is a shop that sells ordinary Chinese and Tang calligraphy works for 3,000 gold coins, and there is no discount. What style is this? This is the style of the calligraphy master Wang of the Great River Kingdom at his peak! The tourists were dumbfounded and could only smile. They didn't say anything, just left the store in their billowing robes.

"They say that the people of Chang'an are generous and friendly...... I think they must have gone mad because of poverty!

As a certain boy and his maid get richer, someone's calligraphy becomes more and more expensive until the price becomes prohibitive. These days, the old brush shop sees many customers leaving the store to complain or be shocked.

Sangsang was used to it, and he could no longer let himself feel anything special about this scene. She just continued to keep her head down and sip on the chicken noodles. She finally understood that for the price of a bowl of chicken noodle soup, she could buy six bowls of sour and spicy sliced soup. But the shiny chicken broth is really delicious.

Ning Que played with the shining silver balls carved from two silver ingots, came in from the house in the back, leaning against the storefront, like a descendant of a wealthy family. He looked at the backs of the customers and laughed at them, not noticing that he was dragging down Chang'an's reputation, and said, "If you can't afford it, don't ask for the price." Sangsang... Close the door, let's eat hot pot!

As spring passes, autumn recedes, and winter comes. It was the midwinter of the thirteenth year of Tianqi. Ning Que and Sang Sang have been in Chang'an for almost a year.

After being ignored by his peers in the academy, he had more time to practice and chat with Chen Pipi. Sangsang stayed on Lin 47th Street and was worried about the declining business. Sometimes, she would visit at the invitation of Princess Li Yu, and the two became intimate. Ning Que couldn't understand the budding friendship between the two, and could only accept the fact that the two were probably destined.

After holding four plates of sweaty hot pot with mutton, Ning Que washed his feet with hot water and climbed into bed. He listened to the whistling of the wind in the crack of the window, and rubbed his cold face angrily, "It's not snowing yet, why is it so cold?" Who says summer in Chang'an is bad? Who said it so irresponsibly?

Sangsang smiled, took off his coat and curled up at the other end of the blanket. She rubbed her red hands when she was washing her clothes and said, "Young Master, count your blessings." We live a better life than Wei Cheng.

This is a very honest review. More than $10,000 worth of bills were hidden under the bed where the two were lying. They also receive a healthy monthly dividend from casinos in western cities. In their hearts, they are chanting, "We don't need money anymore." We are rich. We are filthy rich people..."

Since they had so much money, they decided that they needed to improve their lives. While the two are still moderately frugal, it is much easier to go from being poor to being rich. They eat chicken noodles instead of sour and spicy noodle slices. They eat lamb instead of salty vegetables and porridge. In the past, when the weather got colder, they made a bed stove out of high-quality charcoal. They drank good tea in a room as warm as the weather in spring. Compared to what they lived ten years ago, they almost survived.