Sometimes the palace is sunny

Chapter 24 Writing a Letter
"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The two ginkgo trees by the courtyard wall were quietly and secretly working hard at night, squeezing out the little gold they saved from the sun to dye their leaves, but they were disturbed by the continuous beating sound, and the night wind blew past them. , it made a little trivial sound, as if complaining that the owner of the yard disturbed its quietness.

"Snapped!"

The candle flame flickered, and a stone crossed the flames and hit the courtyard wall one foot behind it, making a crisp sound.

It missed again.

Zhao Surui held the remaining two stones in his hand, curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

This body has never been practiced, it's fine if you don't have the strength, and you're not sure yet.

A Chi was holding a newly made cloak beside him, the star of light a few feet away was really too small, she felt her eyes hurt even when she stared at it.

"Girl, it's late at night, why don't we go back and change something to relieve boredom?"

Zhao Surui didn't speak, and kept throwing the stones in his hand, the last one happened to extinguish the candle, he grinned, and clapped his hands contentedly, as if the extinguished flame was the life of the whole Xie family:

"Okay, what else can I do to relieve boredom?"

A Chi quickly wrapped the cloak around his girl, and said in a coaxing tone: "I'm sure the girl will like it."

Zhao Surui nodded, and looked at the extinguished candle:

"Today I just hit a stone. Tomorrow I will shoot an arrow. Although the accuracy is not high, but...even if the shot misses, no one will know."

The extinguished candle flickered slightly.

It's not that the ground shook and the rocks collapsed, but because the person who made the "candlestick" below was a person.

This person was dressed in coarse cloth and rags, his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, his head was bleeding, and he looked miserable as if he had been pressed and beaten seven times a day.

His mouth was sealed, his hands and feet were tightly bound, and he was like a "kneeling terracotta figurine", unable to even struggle.

Zhao Surui picked up an account book compiled by A Chi, walked slowly in front of him, and said with a smile:
"I don't need very good arrows, as long as they are sharp enough, I don't need to light candles after dawn, I just need one after another, first shoot this head, then shoot this eye, and finally, force his mouth open , I can shoot an arrow into my throat, and then I can take you out to shoot rabbits."

He was speaking to the little maids, but his eyes were fixed on the "candlestick".

The candle on his head was extinguished, Xie Fengan watched "Shen Shiqing" approaching step by step, and felt that this woman who had been married to him for seven years was more terrifying than the whip in Tunan's hand.

"Well!"

On the other side of the wall, several of his followers were also struggling, but they were firmly restrained.

The light in the corridor shone behind "Shen Shiqing", hiding her former forbearance and indifference one by one in her shadow, leaving only the palpitating cruelty and indifference.

She is laughing.

But Xie Fengan was so frightened that she wanted to pee.

"Yeah!" He arched forward suddenly, and the whole person fell on the ground. A three-foot-long wooden stick was firmly attached to his spine and tied tightly to his spine, allowing him to be used as a "candlestick". Shaking his head doesn't work, even if he falls to the ground, he looks like a stone statue that has been overturned.

Xie Feng'an couldn't care about these anymore, every piece of flesh in his body was exerting strength, and finally made his body prop up an inch and then fall down, propped up, and fell down again.

He is kowtowing, he is doing his best to kowtow.

He couldn't take it anymore, let him do whatever he wanted, he didn't want to be blind, let alone die, let alone be threatened and whipped like this again.

Seeing that Xie Fengan was finally scared out of his wits, Zhao Surui finally relieved a bit of the depression in his heart, he waved his hand:

"Tunan, ask him to write a letter to his mother. Since the steward said that the entire Ning'an Mansion thought he was on the way to Jinyang, he said that he encountered bandits in Xuan Mansion. Redeem him twice."

Tunan quickly responded.

A Chi, who was standing on the porch, felt something was wrong: "Girl, if they don't give you the money, they report it to the government instead..."

Zhao Surui meditated on the report of Wanquan Dusi, who was stationed in Xuanfu before, about the rampant bandits around Xuanfu and asked the Ministry of War to order them to be wiped out.

He agreed, and ordered Wanquandu Si Zhangyong to suppress the bandits within half a month. Minister of the Ministry of War Yang Zhai also recommended Ming Ruoshui, the head of the Criminal Department who was about to leave Beijing for the Jiangxi area to decide the prison, to assist in this matter.

"Then they will know that the Ministry of War has allowed Wan Quandu to dispatch troops to suppress the bandits."

Achi didn't understand.

Tunan still looked at his girl quietly.

Zhao Surui stretched his muscles, turned around and walked into the study: "Then ask him to write another letter, saying that Wanquan was led by Si Zhangyong to suppress the bandits and happened to rescue him. Seeing how talented he is, he appreciates him very much and intends to keep him. Be a staff member."

Walking down the corridor, he turned his head and looked at A Chi who was still in a daze: "With this letter, Uncle Ning'an's mansion will naturally send money and things to Xuan's mansion. There won't be many things or people, but the money will not be too much." There will be few, and most of them are bank notes, Tunan, you lead people to keep an eye on them, and take them all on the way from Yanjing to Xuanfu."

A Chi suddenly realized.

Her girl is fishing with a line!

"After Tunan got the things, he immediately arranged for someone to deliver a third letter to the Ning'anbo Mansion. The letter stated that after he made friends with Zhang Yong, he learned that Zhang Yong and the servant of the Ministry of Justice Zhuo Shengquan were going to marry. He wanted to invite Zhang Yong. Help get Ning Anbo's mansion and Zhuo Shilang on the line, so that his father can be rescued as soon as possible, Zhang Yong is already moved."

Seeing the little maids looking at him adoringly, Zhao Surui was quite proud, and also explained the subtleties of his plan:
"Zhang Yong is a man who cherishes soldiers and loves money. He has a big appetite. Uncle Ning'an's mansion can naturally get the news by asking around. Knowing Zhang Yong's intentions, he will naturally do everything he can. But at this time, Uncle Ning's mansion is in shambles. They want I definitely don’t dare to make a big show of giving gifts to the Xuan Mansion, I think it’s just a few people escorting a few carts, maybe there’s a man from the Xie family in charge.”

He rubbed his fingers: "At that time, Tunan, you bring a few more elites, even people and cars, bring them back to me."

"Yes!"

Zhao Surui talked so happily that even the boredom caused by menstruation dissipated, he stood still in the room, ignoring Tunan who led his people to drag all the Xie family members down, but looked at Tunan with a smile on his face. A Chi who laughed.

"You just said it was fun, but is it fun to have my plan?"

"Of course not." A Chi hung up the cloak in his hand, "It's just that girls used to make it to relieve boredom."

Zhao Surui was rarely interested, and after a while, he watched A Chi carefully open a paper bag, which contained some dark blue powder.

"When the girl was not injured, she said that some Huaqing should be made again. These are Qingdai*, girl, let's make the color?"

What's the fun in this?
Zhao Surui lost interest.

He pursed his lips and refused to move, watching A Chi set up another small clay stove, on which was placed a small white porcelain bowl filled with yellow water.

"This is the bone glue I soaked in my hair during the day." Knowing that his girl didn't remember, A Chi taught while making it, "Just put the boiled bone glue and Qingdai mud together, grind carefully, and wait until the color is melted into the water before adding Sink the flying water again and again, and finally take the colored water and boil it to remove the floating glue, then boil and bake it, and finally you can make a blue-colored ingot. Girl, you don’t have to do it, just watch the servants do it.”

Holding the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, A Chi took a small wooden stick and stirred the bone glue in the white porcelain bowl, and said with a smile: "The girl used to dislike the colors made by the painting material shop outside. People are finer than girls."

Zhao Surui's eyes flicked from A Chi's face, and looked at the small white porcelain bowl.

After the glue was boiled, A Chi put on a pair of gloves that had been stained mottled by various colors.

On the side table in the corner of the study room, there was always a slightly sunken stone slab. Zhao Surui thought it was used to put vases, but he thought it was simple and ugly. Unexpectedly, A Chi would lift it up and put it on the case to use as a grinder Coloring utensils.

The white porcelain pestle crushed Qingdai and bone glue and mixed them into mud.

A Chi lowered his head and did it quietly, and the room became more and more quiet.

Zhao Surui sat on the writing chair, and tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. There was a plate of peeled pomegranate seeds beside the table. He grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

The indigo mud mixed with Qingdai and bone glue was ground more and more finely, Achi added some water to it, and said:

"Actually, the girl likes the color ingots made by Lengazhai. Not only are they thin enough, they dissolve quickly in water, and the color is easy to adjust, but the price is also high. I heard from Tunan that the girl used to save monthly money to go shopping when she was at home. When I visited Langazhai, the master’s money was used to buy books, the wife’s money was used to raise horses, and the girl’s money was exchanged for color spindles..."

As he spoke, his clear tone gradually sank.

A thick blue color permeated the water, and she looked at herself in the water.

Emperor Zhaode felt that he had cultivated a little patience these days, if he had dared to have a little maid in front of him, he would have been beaten out early.

He has endured enough until now:
"Achi, if you are really angry, the little bastard born from that pair of old bastards is still dragging out, you go and beat it again, if you can't beat it, I will ask Tu Nan to beat it again .”

"No." His fingers were pinching the white porcelain pestle and his tendons were almost pinched. A Chi denied it under his throat, "The girl has endured it all these years, how can A Chi be angry, A Chi can only learn how the girl used to be, Give yourself some peace of mind."

Oh, this is ruthless.

Zhao Surui supported his head with one hand, leaning on the cushion of the literary chair.

Looking at A Chi, his eyes turned to the bottles and cans on the shelf against the wall.

This is how Shen Sanwei lived these years, guarding the boring scenery of a courtyard, writing, reading, drawing, coloring, mixing fragrances, and training little maids... She really doesn't know what she "loaned" to the Xie family. Is the book never returned?Then why handed the book to the maid whom he married, and at the same time took the book with him even if he was driven to Zhuangzi?

She knew, but there was nothing she could do.

Because she is the three wastes with a useless mind, a useless body, and a useless temperament.

Zhao Surui doesn't understand the inner house, but he knows how to control people, he can clearly see the intrigue of hundreds of big men in the court, how can he not see that the Xie family's beating from the beginning is to destroy her?

Not allowing her to interact with relatives cut off her foreign aid, "borrowing" her valuable paintings and calligraphy cut off her support, and the steward who said that she was going to take her back to the house today said it was "the grace of the master and wife", what a jokeTheir family, Ning Anbo, is still locked up in the prison. Has his Grace followed his farts to float out of the prison?
They are sure that Shen Sanwau is ignorant of the affairs of the court and China, so they can manipulate her arbitrarily.

How rampant?How far-reaching is the plan?
Zhao Surui narrowed his eyes, and looked at the few pomegranate seeds left on his plate.

When Xie's family met Shen Sanwau, he did everything from cheating to cheating.

The Xie family met his wise and mighty Emperor Zhaode, so naturally...they had to suffer all the tricks and abductions again.

After eating the pomegranate seeds, Zhao Surui lazily looked at "Shen Shiqing" in the mirror.

No matter how you look at it, it is much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Naturally, it was dyed by his imperial air.

"Shen Shiqing, Shen Shiqing, if you can't stand the foundation that I have earned for you, you are no longer Shen Sanwa, you are Shen Baiwa, and your life is useless."

Casually removing the confessions on the table, Emperor Zhaode frowned slightly when he saw the top one.

Xie's family wanted to pick up Shen Sanwao back because Princess Yueqing asked Shen Sanwao to help identify the copybooks. He is a little aunt who really lives like a wild crane... If she had posted a post a few days earlier to invite people, there would be no one like him or Shen Sanwao. This happened.

The ginkgo tree by the courtyard wall was finally dyed, heaved a sigh of relief, and a golden ginkgo leaf fell to the ground.

"Pick the fallen leaves and put them away. I'll keep them for flower paper." At the Princess Mansion in Yanjing City, Zhao Mingyin sandwiched a golden ginkgo leaf into an ancient book.

The female officer beside her smiled and said, "Princess, don't worry, the arrangements have been made."

Zhao Mingyin nodded: "By the way, is there any news from Uncle Ning'an's residence?"

"Back to the princess, I only know that someone was sent to pick up Mrs. Shen. I think Mrs. Shen will return to Yanjing tomorrow, so you don't have to worry too much."

"I don't think so. Tomorrow, you will send someone to Xie's house to remind you."

"Yes, princess."

Facing the light, Zhao Mingyin took out a letter and looked at it twice.

After Zhao Mingyin put down the extremely thin letter paper and the bright candlelight illuminated the red and black handwriting on the letter, the strangeness of this letter was revealed.

It was actually written in blood.

　Shen Shiqing: Since I have a gash in my body, I won't just write a letter.

　　Siri Zhao: The first couplet: cheating and abducting, the second couplet: wise and powerful, horizontal criticism: I am the strongest.

　　*Indigo Daisy: Dry powder, lumps or granules obtained by processing the leaves or stems and leaves of Acanthaceae plants Malan, Polygonaceae plants Polygonum indigo, and Cruciferous plants Isatis indigo. (Copied from a certain encyclopedia)

　　
　
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