Ban Fang

Chapter 447 confession
He looked at the big cat who was lying motionless on the hidden guard, and then looked at Qing Zhun and Chu Feng who were equally dazed.

It is not easy to raise the temperature of the kiln by firewood, so send someone to him now?

Although the dragon kiln has undergone great changes after Zunshang subverted the kiln and adjusted it. The complete combustion of firewood that does not produce black smoke has made the kiln temperature rise steadily. After a few days, a few leaders were invited to wait and see and ask why the temperature in the kiln can be maintained. control so stable?

How can he say it?
Even he didn't know what changes His Majesty made!

Tomorrow I can inspect the pottery in the kiln. His Majesty gave me a variety of ores that I have never seen before. Before leaving, I carefully told him to add them as appropriate. How the glaze color will change even he is not quite sure!

The day of the tea fight is approaching, and it is estimated that His Majesty intends to drink tea with auspicious cups, so that Xiaoyi Daze will become famous in one fell swoop and return to the top class.

How can the kiln change that depends on the grace of God, and the change of the glaze that even he is not sure about?
The three of them were silent for a long time, and Chu Feng didn't understand what to wait for at all, so he asked with embarrassment: "What is Patriarch Fu waiting for?"

Looking back and forth at the dark guard who had lost too much blood and was unconscious, Qing Zhun asked in confusion, "Wait for him to die?"

Fucheng: .
Could it be true that the big man who was still alive was thrown into the raging fire?

As frightened as he saw the executioner, Fu Cheng said tremblingly: "Since the master already knew that the man came from the capital, he must have something to do, how could he really sacrifice to the kiln?"

"Hey—" Looking at Fucheng who didn't know what to be afraid of, he pushed his rough palms and said with a clear voice, "You were the one who said to sacrifice, but in the end it was our bloody hands?"

If the little girl hadn't confessed to get along with this bookworm in a friendly manner, it would be no wonder that the big cat didn't ask him to bite him now.

"If you delay any longer, this person will really be buried, and the Lord will definitely scold you when the time comes." Fu Cheng reminded worryingly, unable to see the seriousness of the wounded.

"The people who come here are all very skilled, how can they die so easily?" Qing Zhun rolled his eyes at the fussy bookworm again, hooked his long fingers and called the big cat to walk towards the tile-roofed house not far away.

"Is there anything I need help with?" Chu Feng asked with a grin.

"Yes." Fu Cheng looked up at the sky seriously, and said with a long sigh, "I pray that God will come and shake the world and weep ghosts and gods!"

"Can you ask for this?" Chu Feng frowned in disbelief.

"No."

Holding the sword hilt at his waist tightly, Chu Feng pursed his lips and was speechless: .
Can he accompany the master back to Xiaoyi Mountain?

It's too difficult to protect this person, every now and then I want to kill him myself!

The dawn is faint, the day when the tea cup comes out of the kiln.

As the ancient books say, one color comes out of the kiln, and all kinds of colors come out of the kiln. The rabbit hair, oil drop, partridge spot, tortoiseshell, and iron embroidered tea cups that are popular in East and Vietnam are exquisite, magnificent, wonderful and magical.

All kinds of sculptures are like the elephant said by Lao Tzu that the elephant has no shape, and all kinds of minerals and glazes blend together to form a unique kiln sweat on the surface, which makes the porcelain dignified and breath-taking.

The last teacup to come out of the kiln was the rare Curium Yinyao Changtianmu, and the three flower vessels were even rarer for the Fading Beauty Sacrifice. They were the gifts that Yan Meng specially confessed to give to the Third Prince.

Seeing that there are few unique porcelains in this place, even the clumsy and failed works can be called excellent products. Is there any master who can be sure of success?

If it hadn't been for the yanshishu to expose the identity of the lord, these people would have bestowed the method of kiln transformation, even if he was killed, he would not believe that it would be passed on by Zheng Kai.

Noticing that the kiln workers stared at the other half of the failed products with bright eyes, Fu Cheng naturally knew what they were thinking, so he approached those inferior products that could not be called failures.

"Master—" the leader of the kiln worker, who was covered in charcoal fire, shouted reluctantly.

What will happen to the inferior porcelain with pearls and jade on the front?
"Rules cannot be broken." Of course, Fucheng knows that these inferior products can be exchanged for a lot of money when they flow into the market, which can solve the urgent needs of the Fu family.

However, in order to be more perfect, you must follow the rules and destroy all inferior products to maintain the value of good products!

The kiln workers reluctantly closed their eyes and listened to the countless crisp sounds, until the sounds stopped.

Suddenly, the county magistrate of Gao County rode a horse and led more than a dozen yamen servants to destroy the gate of the kiln menacingly, rushed straight to the location of the dragon kiln and detained Fucheng.

Obediently tied up his hands and saved himself from struggling, Fucheng was not surprised at all, looked at the horseman with contempt, and asked coldly: "May I ask what you mean, my lord?"

"The murderer should pay for his life by killing." Taking out a letter from his arms, the magistrate grinned and asked, "Zhuangyuan Lang has been exposed by the kiln workers for the kiln sacrifice, do you still want to deny it?" , "Come here! Suppress Fucheng and bring all the evidence back to the Yamen."

Standing still and not being dragged away from the original place, Fu Cheng gasped and struggled and asked: "My lord, even though Wan Sheng has not become an official, he knows that he must not violate the laws of the country. How dare he sacrifice a living person to the kiln? My lord must have misunderstood."

No matter how much he concealed the radiant expression upon seeing the superb artwork, the county magistrate could not conceal the greedy look in his eyes. He resisted the urge to touch the artwork, and criticized, "How can you make excuses when you produce a first-class beauty festival?"

"Your Excellency, see clearly! How can a late-born law-abiding person bend the law for personal gain?" Fu Cheng sang a lot of drama and called for injustice like a mirror in his heart.

Isn't Cheng Yun staying alive just to wait for this matter?
King Yi's desire to control and support his family will never die, so he will find bad things to touch. Now that the dragon kiln is a big success, the spies still go and never return. Thinking about it, they have endured to the limit. He submits.

I have to admire what Cheng Yun thinks, how many of the house slaves who are willing to follow come with a sincere heart?
If you want to get rid of the villain but the time has not yet come, then you can coexist peacefully until the day you take action.

Can the treacherous villain who can't be found be anxious?
Naturally, we have to create something that can make the villain stand out...

"Patriarch, I saw you throwing a man in black into the dragon kiln last night. I really couldn't see it!" The trembling kiln worker seemed to testify.

"Gao County is a three-day drive away from here, and it takes one day to travel day and night. I saw you last night, and your lord came to Suiji Town this morning?" Fu Cheng asked with a mocking sneer on his lips, "Could it be that Feige passed on the letter?" ?”

The county magistrate who came down the stairs hurriedly replied, "Yes! It's Feige passing on the letter."

"is it?"

Fucheng gave the leader a wink, and when he got the order, he turned around and dug half a foot into the ground, and took out the fragrant and fragrant squab wrapped in lotus leaves and handed it to the county magistrate.

"My lord, do you want to know if it's this one?"

County magistrate: .
The county magistrate who had been waiting outside the kiln for several days, waiting for Fu Cheng to destroy the second-class artwork, has not had a decent meal for a few days, and now the squab, which smells so delicious, has all internal organs Sued!
"Bastard! How dare you. How dare" the county magistrate, who hadn't spoken for a long time, was at a loss for words, but he didn't expect the layout to come out after a few months?

How to explain to King Yi now?
　Good morning~ Monkey is getting harder and harder to please~ His mouth is getting pickier!

　　Back to work in the hospital area today~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)