But the bright moon shines on the ditch

A prison cell that was originally built temporarily for political needs. Who would have expected that ten years later in Wanqing, the ups and downs of the building would hit the roof tiles, and the mud would always reach here.

A remote, dark, and inaccessible corner does not even need young and strong government officials to guard it.

However, if you count the people who have lived here, there are quite a few influential people. Back then Xu Zhong was considered one, and now the little god is also considered one.

Alas, the two big owners of Hutian Kiln and Anqing Kiln have lived there, so it can be considered a golden nest.

An Jiu has done a lot of evil since he came to Jingdezhen, but he has never set foot in this place. When he saw the four mud walls, they were covered with putty and dust, and the middle seemed to have been repaired. There were a few logs hanging here and there. I was really surprised when the tiles were so broken that it could be called a simple cell.

When he entered, the guard told him to be careful with his head.

He lowered his body half before he was about to pass inside, when a rotten aura hit his face.

Yes, it is rotten, old, mixed with the smell of blood, or because it has not lived with too many mixed people for a long time, the smell is relatively clean, not as turbid and disgusting as imagined.

His pre-predicted physiological reaction came to a sudden halt. When he turned around and saw the guard's old face, which was trying to smile, he felt nauseated.

However, there are rules at the top of each hill. Even if An Jiu has eyes on the top of his head, he still has to watch the food being served. He left the guard outside the door and told him not to inform anyone that he was here. Under the greedy gaze of the guard, he took out a piece of gold from his waist and walked in alone.

His steps were neither heavy nor fast, and he looked around as if taking a leisurely stroll.

There wasn't much room for him to observe carefully. After all, the palm-sized place was shabby and simple. Once he passed two or three doors, he reached the deepest part of the corridor.

Slowly, he heard a self-talk:

How to draw a peach? First, outline the peach. Then, paint a layer of white inside the outline. Next, cover the white with another layer of pink. The last and most important step is to use a pen dipped in water to partially wash and dye the top layer of pink.

In this way, the pink color will be lighter in areas that have been washed more, and the pink color will be darker in areas that have been washed less. Moreover, because a layer of white is applied first, it is opaque and different from the white color of the carcass. In this way, it is fired in the kiln. After that, the peaches were no longer pink or white, but pink and white.

Powder can be extended into various pinks with different levels and shades. The same is true for white, and the same is true for cloisonné.

So, if the porcelain body is painted with enamel, and the manuscript is also used as a masterpiece by a famous artist, the value should be greatly increased, right?

Suddenly, there was a burst of joyful clapping:

Yes, after all, burning a piece of imperial porcelain is time-consuming, laborious, and risky. How can ordinary people afford it? Pastel enamel is different. The colors are rich and varied, and there are famous gimmicks. It must be promoted next year.

"Next year? Is Dad Liang too optimistic? Whether you can survive until next year is another matter, right?"

Liang Peiqiu looked up and saw a pair of soap boots stepping on the light spot cast by the skylight. It was the only spot of light in the entire cell, and occasionally it would float, shift, and fall on her back with the wind.

Under the open flesh of the whip, the wound was scabbing and falling off, and it was very itchy. When the sun shone, she would pretend to feel comfortable, and then try not to stretch out her hand to destroy the alternation of old and new.

It's a pity that it was stepped on. The sunshine should come in a while.

She didn't want to pay attention to him and turned her head, her hair sweeping across a piece of snow-white skin, revealing her slender neck.

An Jiu saw her lying on a piece of tiger skin or something, using a dead branch to write and draw, with a fluffy and soft thick haystack underneath. Her blood-stained clothes had been changed by someone. It was a bowl with black medicinal residue and a copper pot of water. It was obvious that someone had mixed it.

He was not surprised, this was something he had expected.

But she still had the same scornful attitude as yesterday, which still made him instantly angry.

"What? It's still the same trick that I always used to this day. Do you think you can get away with it by pretending to be deaf and mute?" The lock shook a few times in his hand and fell back again.

Liang Peiqiu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that he probably didn't come in.

"Your Majesty, you have so many things to do, so if you take the time to come here, you must have some advice. Why don't you just ask someone to tie me to the hall today? If you have to go there in person, wouldn't it be another sin on my part?"

"Aren't you guilty enough?"

An Jiu suppressed the anger rising in his chest.

The emotion that was easily aroused forced him to talk to her through the stile, for fear that if he got too close, he would suffer the pain of his skin again.

"I came today because I want you to say a word. You are also being used and controlled by others. Why did you abandon me and choose that person?"

"I thought your lordship would want to know whether I never truly followed you."

"Are you sincere to that person?"

Liang Peiqiu finally looked back at him, her lips twitching as she half-smiled: "Who is that person?"

"You still want to hide it from me?"

After all, it still hurt. An Jiu couldn't control himself and punched the sill, and growled, "You, all of you, and you all think that I don't dare to kill you. Why? Why are you a bunch of rabble? Do you also want to control me?"

"Isn't it? Without me, how can you handle the winter porcelain?"

"It seems that while you are in prison, you are still planning things outside."

An Jiu took a step closer and caught her beautiful, cunning eyes from the dark gap. Once upon a time, there were clear water waves there, making people envious and sinking, but now?

"Except for you, is there no one else in the world who can make imperial porcelain?

Liang Peiqiu, do you think too highly of yourself, or do you think too little of me? From the day the imperial porcelain appeared in Beijing, I have issued a large reward and spread the word among private experts to imitate the imperial porcelain. The glory of the five famous kilns is still vaguely visible, but no one knows that no descendants are willing to give it a try.

To tell you the truth, just today three craftsmen have quietly entered the town and moved into the Royal Kiln Factory under my arrangement. The emergence of imperial porcelain will not be a flash in the pan, and similarly, the unparalleled miracle of the little god will also come to an end. "     "In that case, why do you need to waste more words with me? Just slap any charge on me, and you can make me die quietly? "

"It's not easy to ask you to die. It's more interesting to ask you to live than to die."

An Jiu seemed to have found the fun of teasing her, and all the madness that he had just said and said harshly was gone, and he started walking lazily outside the door.

"The person behind you, I'm afraid, like you, thinks I'm out of options, right? In that case, how about you and I joining forces to put on another show? I also want you to see if that person is worthy of your sincere following."

"What do you want to do?" Liang Peiqiu suddenly became wary.

This reaction undoubtedly fell into An Jiu's trap.

The more she cares about that person, the more he will try to find out the depth.

"Why are you nervous? Are you afraid that you really paid wrongly, or are you afraid that the person will be discovered by me?" An Jiu thought, "Why don't you just tell me honestly, and you won't have to worry about it. When the time comes, there will be many pairs of eyes watching me. I’m afraid he won’t be able to get off stage.”

Before she could speak, he added, "Didn't you plan to have me abolish the Three Kilns and Nine Clubs? Before I had time to tell you, I went to the state capital. The powerful Chief Minister Si Sun was very entertaining. He killed me, and now we are both on the same boat. Do you think you can defeat me or conquer Jiangxi with just a few of you soldiers and generals?"

Liang Peiqiu knew that An Jiu was deceiving her.

Ever since he said he found a descendant of a famous kiln who imitated imperial porcelain, he gradually broke through the defense line in her heart. He wanted to make her "certainty" collapse and make her believe that he had the cards and ability to kill her.

She knew he was farting, but her heart still couldn't stop trembling.

She doesn't have the same cards and abilities as Gein.

"Let me guess, who has the ability to clean up dozens of my soldiers in one night and hide it from the outside world, must be someone from the officialdom, is it Mr. Yang, or is it the new official?"

Every time An Jiu spoke a word, he deliberately disrupted the speed of his speech, either quickly or slowly, in order to observe her expression.

Liang Peiqiu couldn't help but grab the straw under her body, filling every space in her palm.

"Let me tell you, it is more likely that a new official will be appointed. After all, Yang Gong has retired, and he will be hired back again. It is also a false title, and his hands cannot be stretched that far. Besides, I have been in the same court with him for several years, and his virtue is something I have never seen before. You know, he is a good man. In the past, those Xiaoxiao who committed crimes during the New Year were caught by him and released after the New Year. They were soft-hearted and incompetent. How dare they attack me? When I came back this time, I was probably tripped up by some kind of favor. It's a last resort."

Liang Peiqiu's target was the Ceramic Industry Supervisory Committee, and Yang Gong happened to take over the Ceramic Industry Supervisory Committee, and he happened to take office at the time of his return. All kinds of coincidences made it difficult not to make people suspicious.

Indeed, An Jiu's first suspicion was Yang Chenggong.

But when I think about it more carefully, I feel like something is wrong. Even if I lend Yang Gong eight courages, he would not dare to kill dozens of people. This shows that the other party's actions are vicious and unusual.

There was no such figure in Jingdezhen in the past.

After much deliberation, he found that the only "variable" was the new official. Before that guy came, he had control of everything in Jingdezhen, and Liang Peiqiu was very obedient and would fight wherever he was told. Even if he acted against his will, he still managed to keep his face.

When he came, everything changed.

The people were gone, the money was gone, and several years of business were destroyed.

In the final analysis, the crux lies in that "variable". He suddenly turned around, threw himself on the sill railing, and asked with a loud noise, "Is it Zhou Qiguang?"

Liang Peiqiu was frightened by the sudden explosion, and gasped while stroking her chest.

Where An Jiu couldn't see it, there was no space under her palm, so the force that had nowhere to stretch shattered into her heart, overflowing with pain that was duller than a whip.

Even so, she still only had a look of fright on her face, not showing any trace of her emotions.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She glared at him angrily, "There's no need to test him anymore. If you want to kill or behead him, it's up to you."

This time, even the hypocrisy of "adult" is gone. An Jiu couldn't help but laugh: "Hey Liang Peiqiu, I underestimated you, are you really not afraid of death?"

Liang Peiqiu closed her eyes and said nothing.

She is seriously injured and cannot be healed. Her face is pale, her body is slender and exquisite. Peering into the depth, she has an almost morbid beauty. An Jiu stared at her, his eyes scanning her whole body, missing nothing.

Liang Peiqiu knew he was looking at her.

All the scars on her body were given by him, and he looked at her body as if he was looking at a trophy. The look in his eyes was not as good as Ling Chi's, making her feel frightened and even more disgusted.

She was so disgusted that she was trembling from her hair to her toes, but she held it back and used the highest attitude she could to fight back indifferently, awe-inspiring, and neither humble nor arrogant.

The two seemed to be engaged in a tug-of-war, waiting to see who would relax first.

After an unknown amount of time, after hearing "Okay", An Jiu took out the cigarette butt from nowhere, slowly blew on the cigarette butt, and threw it under her body.

The straw mattresses had just been changed in the morning. They were very clean and not stained by any winter moisture.

This gave him convenience.

The moment the flames burst into flames, she heard him say.

"I'll make it happen for you."