Although Han Du really wanted to know what Princess Anqing wrote to him, he still waited patiently until the next shift. After returning home, he hid in the room alone with his family on his back. He took out the Analects and compared them one by one.
Numbers translated.
After Han Du saw the message that Princess Anqing wanted to convey to him, a smile bloomed on his face. Although he did not see Princess Anqing's handwriting, and now he only saw the translation by himself, Han Du still felt very satisfied, as if he had been warmed by a wave of warmth.
pack.
It was as if there was a connection between himself and Princess Anqing.
Therefore, it is said that between people, intention is the most important. Once the intention is achieved, everything will be achieved.
After Han Du waited for a long time, he finally came to his senses when someone knocked on his door.
After hastily putting the envelope away, Han Du went to open the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Han Jingyun standing furtively outside the door. Han Du couldn't help but asked in confusion: "What are you doing here?"
Han Jingyun looked into the room for a while and found nothing unusual. Then he turned back to Han Du and said dissatisfiedly: "Sister, I saw that you didn't eat much for dinner today, brother, so I wanted to come over and have a look, but I didn't expect you."
You don't even appreciate it, if I had known I wouldn't have come."
Then don't come!
Your arrival interrupted my thoughts about Princess Anqing.
Seeing that Jingyun was shameless and had no intention of leaving, Han Du had no choice but to let her open the door and invite her to come in and sit.
Han Jingyun came in and walked around Han Du's room. She didn't find anything unusual at all, and she was immediately disappointed. She found that Han Du was absent-minded while eating today, and she thought she could find something interesting in Han Du's place, but she didn't.
The thought made her disappointed.
Seeing her impatience, Han Du casually chatted with her for a few useless gossips, which made Han Jingyun unbearable and ran away.
Small sample.
You still want to come here to inquire about military affairs? Girl, you are still a bit immature.
Han Du closed the door again, spread out the paper on the desk, picked up a pen, thought for a while, and wrote the corresponding numbers based on the Analects of Confucius, "If life is just like the first time we met."
...
The next day, Han Du brought the letter to the East Palace early in the morning and asked Zhu Biao to help him deliver it to Princess Anqing.
Zhu Biao accepted the letter and waited for Han Du to leave. Looking at the ghost symbols in the letter that were similar to those given to him by An Qing, a strong sense of frustration arose spontaneously. Zhu Biao felt that these ghost symbols were shared by Han Du and An Qing.
, you must be able to understand it.
But what exactly is going on?
How can two people who have only met once and never said a word to each other understand the same thing?
Zhu Biao was puzzled, and in the end he could only sigh and give up. He had a premonition that his sister might grow wings and fly away.
Just fly away, the key is that she still has to disobey her father's will.
Thinking of this, Zhu Biao's forehead got bigger. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to help Han Du now.
After Han Du put the letter in Zhu Biao's hands, he stopped taking care of it because he was sure that Zhu Biao would help deliver it to Princess Anqing.
Zhu Biao, what a good person.
The name of "kindness and generosity" does not mean that officials are shamelessly flattering him, but that is what Zhu Biao did.
Han Du came to the printing office again.
Ink, ink, ink!
Han Du was thinking about the word "ink" now, but he didn't expect that this ink would be so difficult to make. Originally, Han Du thought that he could make the ink by relying on his little knowledge of ink and experimenting like making cement.
He did not expect that the difficulty of the matter exceeded his imagination. These days, he and the craftsmen led by Hu Xing have tried no less than a hundred times. But this only improved the performance of the ink a little, and it was far from what Han Du wanted.
The gap is still quite big.
Hu Xing had already engraved the printing plate, and Han Du had inspected it, and he was very satisfied with the printing plate. Now everything was ready and all he needed was the east wind, ink. Unexpectedly, ink turned out to be the last difficulty for Han Du to print treasure banknotes, so Han Du
I have to get the ink out no matter what.
Continuous failures are very demotivating to people.
When Han Du came to the printing office, the craftsmen were all scattered like an army that had just lost a battle. Some were slumped on chairs, and some were simply sitting on the ground.
When Han Du came in, except for Hu Xing who stood up to greet him, no one else even stood up. They all lowered their heads and chose to avoid Han Du's eyes, not daring to look at him.
Han Du glanced around and didn't say a word about making chicken blood. He just ordered coldly: "Bring the raw materials and continue to try."
Han Du knew that at this time, no matter what chicken soup or chicken blood was given, the effect would be very small. Because in the past few days, Han Du had already said all he needed to say and boost morale.
At this time, Han Du could only grit his teeth and "move forward the harder it gets." Only if he is at the front can others have the energy to follow.
In the evening, Han Du returned home exhausted.
After a hasty dinner, I put on my pillow and fell into sleep.
...
Just when Han Du fell asleep, in the Fengtian Palace, Lao Zhu also let out a long breath and twisted his shoulders and neck to relieve his fatigue.
The old eunuch was waiting on the side, offering ginseng tea at the right time, "Your Majesty, please have some tea."
Lao Zhu casually took the ginseng tea and drank it all in one gulp. When the ginseng tea entered his stomach, Lao Zhu felt a ball of heat spreading from his chest to his limbs, and his whole body felt relaxed.
He returned the tea cup to the old eunuch and asked, "What is that boy Han Du doing recently?"
Since the last time when Charcoal and Shitan suppressed each other and Han Du was called over for a scolding, Han Du has not been seen. Lao Zhu couldn't help but want to know Han Du's current situation.
The old eunuch naturally had a source of information, and the emperor paid special attention to Han Du, so he never relaxed his collection of information about Han Du.
So he replied confidently: "I heard they were getting some ink in the printing office? It's been going on for many days. I forget to eat and sleep. I heard that people have lost weight. It sounds scary."
The old eunuch was beating the emperor's shoulders to help relieve the pain, while speaking softly.
If at the beginning, the old eunuch said a few nice words to Han Du because Han Du gave him money, then now, the old eunuch truly admires Han Du.
The old eunuch can live to this age in the palace, and can also crawl to the emperor to serve him. What kind of official has he not seen in his life? However, the old eunuch dares to say that he has never seen an official like Han Du.