Zhao Fujin, the Emperor who brought disaster to the country

On the [-]th day of Mengchun in the eighth year of Zhenghe, Kaifeng City was opened.

The Lantern Festival has not yet passed, but the New Year atmosphere is still strong in the streets and alleys.

People traveling on horseback, in cars, and wandering on the roadside were basically all well-dressed and in high spirits.

Not long after, there was a sudden roar on the street. The originally leisurely people came to the street in unison, huddled together, stretched their heads curiously, and looked towards the direction of the imperial city.

Not long after, a strange car flew past the street with a whooshing sound, and in an instant, only a vague shadow could be seen.

The people on the street looked even more excited. Without waiting for the people around them to ask, they introduced themselves: "Brother, do you see? That is the official carriage and horse, which can travel thousands of miles in a day!"

"Ah, but I didn't see the horse. How did it run so fast?" The brother, who came from out of town, held his chin half open and stared blankly at the shadowless street, falling into self-doubt.

"The horse is running too slow, how can the officials take notice of it!" The younger brother in the capital, with a proud expression on his face, raised his chin and repeated: "Brother, let me tell you, the carriage is really warm in winter and warm in summer. Liang, the brother of the lady in the shop over there is an errand in the palace, and he has touched it with his own hands, and the car is so gentle to his hands that even the best gems and jade are not as good as its texture!"

"Really? That's amazing!" The elder brother exclaimed repeatedly: "Oh, what a pity. I didn't react just now, and I didn't see clearly what this amazing car looks like!"

Similar conversations were heard in many places, and everyone looked at the empty streets in amazement, just hoping that the official family could come back again, get to know each other again, and show off with their families when they went back.

On the second floor of the teahouse facing the street, the windows were wide open. A man in his thirties, wearing a brocade robe, curled his lips and said to the people around him in broken Kaifeng dialect: "This Zhao Ji really knows how to play, he is so powerful. You can even make things!"

"Sixth Master, I'm just a fast runner, and it's worthy of all your efforts!" The other man looked about 24 or [-] years old and was wearing a round-necked robe made from the Song Dynasty. I don't know if he was afraid of the cold. The collar of his robe was turned up. A circle of white fluff came out, making his chiselled appearance even more beautiful.

"This is the usual style of Song people!" The person at the window sneered coldly, stretched out his long arm, and lowered the window with a plop: "But after asking clearly, is it really the Emperor Ji who did it?"

"Returning to Mr. Liu, this matter is not a secret in the Song Dynasty!" Not far from the two of them, a man who looked like a wealthy businessman was sitting, speaking in authentic Kaifeng dialect: "It is said that his mother is some kind of immortal king. The miracle given to him.”

As he spoke, he took out a well-rolled cotton handkerchief from his arms, carefully placed it on the table and opened it, revealing a transparent cup inside: "Sixth Master, look, this is It's a glass lamp, also made by the Emperor Ji. I heard that it can produce ten thousand pieces a day, and the price is extremely low."

The transparent cup emits a gleaming green light. The cup body is smooth and moist. The cup body is slender, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The base of the cup is the same size as the mouth of the cup. The overall lines are beautiful. Most importantly, it is natural, without any traces at all. The connection place.

"How mean is extremely mean?" asked the white-haired man.

"Back to Mr. Wu, these cups are a set of six and cost twelve cents. Many ordinary people in Beijing can afford them." The wealthy businessman sighed: "You two also know that I am in the porcelain business. Yes, because of Di Ji’s move, there is a backlog of over a thousand taels of goods in the warehouse this year.”

"Cheng Xing, are you lying to Mr. Liu?" Wushao took the glass cup from Mr. Liu, raised the jug and poured half a glass of water in: "A thing that holds wine can actually suppress you." porcelain sales, are you kidding me?"

"That's because Mr. Wu didn't know something~~" Cheng Xing saw that Mr. Six's expression was a little bad, and hurriedly explained: "It's not that the villain doesn't want to be filial, but that this glass can not only be used to make lamps, but also beads. Utensils, bottles, and containers for holding various things, anything that can be made with porcelain, can be made with glass, and the finished products are beautiful and cheap..."

"Oh? How can this thing be ground into so many shapes?" Mr. Liu was also surprised. He swung the wine in the glass and poured it out, then refilled it and poured it out: "The taste has not changed, the cup has not changed." The hanging lamp is indeed a good thing!”

"Speaking of good things, I brought something new today to honor Master Six!" Seeing that he didn't seem angry, Cheng Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands. A child holding a box came in from the door. . The boy handed the box in, turned around and retreated out of the door.

Cheng Xing opened the box, revealing a transparent square glass bottle with a lid. There was a golden liquid swaying slightly inside the bottle: "Master Liu, please look, this is sandalwood essence. After opening the lid, gently One click~~~”

With a sound of "呲~~", a simple and warm woody fragrance instantly filled the noses of the three of them.

"What is this?" Mr. Liu frowned, a little dissatisfied with Cheng Xing doing whatever he wanted in front of them without permission.

"Master Liu, this can suppress the smell on your body~~" Cheng Xing was immersed in the fragrance. In his opinion, no one would dislike this fragrance.

"Bold, are you saying that I smell bad?" Master Six kicked him over before he could finish his words.

Cheng Xing was unprepared and was kicked. The perfume in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack" and fell into pieces. The fragrance instantly became rich.

"Sixth Master, that's not what I mean!" Cheng Xing didn't expect that the flattery would hit the horse's leg, so he knelt on the ground and said urgently: "This fragrance lasts for a long time, and all the noble gentlemen in the capital are Use them all~~ So, the little guy thought of dedicating a bottle to you for you to enjoy, not..."

"Okay, okay, get up. Don't take these fancy things from our Sixth Master in the future!" Wushao waved his hand, winked at Sixth Master, and then said to Cheng Xing: "You lose your mind by playing with things, you When Master Liu is an official of your Song Dynasty!"

"The villain made a mistake, please punish me!" Cheng Xing didn't dare to get up because he didn't understand Liu Ye's words.

"Is your Emperor Ji doing this too?" Liu Ye waved his hand to him, put away the sarcasm on his face, took a deep breath of the aroma, and said to Wushao: "Do you think this Emperor Ji is a human being?" It’s a ghost, how could he come up with so many things when he is only fourteen or fifteen years old?”

"I heard that he has taken control of the weapons supervisor of the Song Dynasty, and he may be against us, Mr. Liu." Wushao let out a long sigh: "Whether he is a human or a ghost, he is an existence that cannot be underestimated."

When the two of them were frowning at each other, they suddenly heard a loud bang, which made the doors and windows in the teahouse rattle.

"The earth is moving!" A scream sounded outside the window, followed by the footsteps of countless people from inside the building.

The ajar window was also shaken open. Mr. Liu's face turned green when he looked out the window: "It's not an earthquake!"

The second volume has begun.

Slow progress is a disease and needs to be cured.

Unfortunately, for novices, it is extremely difficult to master without strong medicine.

I wrote and learned, stumbling along.