Han Ximeng told Zheng Shoukuan to go out and sit in the courtyard and watch the moon cave door. Even the women and maids in his courtyard were not allowed to come in.
Then, she closed the door, sat in front of Zheng Haizhu's couch, stared at her and said, "Do you think the people who harmed you this time are the same people who harmed us last year?"
Zheng Haizhu explained: "I wasn't too sure at first, but after Mu Atai said that the Canhu family has a clear name, I was sure that it was neither your third aunt's revenge nor Li Guozhu's revenge. Because, it is very simple. If it is
They, whether they are stupid or smart, will directly take my life. But this situation is very similar to what you and I encountered last year."
Han Ximeng thought for a while, nodded and said: "You didn't want to kill me directly last year, otherwise you could just shoot me to death with an arrow on the boat. Why do you have to let me enter the bandit camp and be humiliated? This time, although I want to burn you to death
, but it seems that he still wants to smear your reputation after your death."
Zheng Haizhu said: "Exactly. I am your confidant and a member of the Han family. I was accused of offending the Silkworm God and I was punished by God. Most likely, it was not against the Gu family as Tai Miao said, but more likely, it was
Targeting the Han family, targeting you."
Han Ximeng stared: "Why are you targeting me?"
"Because you are going to marry the most respected eldest grandson of the Gu family. This marriage is thought to be a perfect match in the three counties of Songjiang Prefecture, from the elegant gentry to the honest farmers. If you want to destroy it, unless, unless you
Miss Han was humiliated and lost her virginity before getting married, or the Han family's reputation was ruined."
Han Ximeng just felt like his hair was counting down: "This... many gentry families in Songjiang Prefecture are richer than the Han and Gu families. In my eyes, the second brother Gu can't even compare to the Long Live Lord and the Crown Prince. But
It's just that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. After all, there are many talented people in the three counties of Songjiang, so why do they insist on tearing us apart?"
Zheng Haizhu pondered: "I suddenly figured out the reason for this when I was competing with the Hongyi people in Yuegang over their unique dye. Miss, what makes the Gu family crush other families is not wealth or nobility, but art."
, embroidery art.”
"Azhu, you mean Mu Atai's unique skill?"
"Yes. Miss, when Mrs. Muartai came out of the palace, she got a calligraphy from the queen. She was a master of embroidery. She could open curtains and set up tents and pass them on to future generations. She also confessed to everyone that although she was not Mr. Gu's official wife, she
I am very grateful to the Gu family, so I will pass the craftsmanship to the Gu family's first-law daughter-in-law, not the first-law daughter, let alone my daughter who is a concubine."
Han Ximeng frowned: "That has nothing to do with me. At most, I am just a granddaughter-in-law. Grandma Shen, the eldest aunt, is the eldest daughter-in-law of the eldest son."
Zheng Haizhu said: "Grandma Shen cannot be the heir."
"Why?"
Zheng Haizhu then told Han Ximeng a detail of what he saw at the Sheshan Crab Banquet last year.
Han Ximeng was shocked and said, "I can't see it on ordinary days." Then he thought about it carefully and was horrified. He was about to delve into it when he suddenly heard Zheng Haizhu hissing.
She couldn't hold back the severe pain in her burned hands and moaned.
This was in ancient times, when medicine was not that developed. Although doctors used boiled gauze to wrap the burned skin, which was the same principle as later generations to avoid infection, there were no oral or intravenous analgesics after all.
As time went by, the heartbreaking pain began to surface.
Only then did Zheng Haizhu realize that the pain of burns was worse than that of cuts.
Then I was glad that the white phosphorus was applied to the four legs of the silk horse, and the white phosphorus in this world could only be purified in a limited way.
Otherwise, if the white phosphorus of later generations were directly attached to the skin, the thousand-degree heat would probably burn through the skin and flesh, and the white bones would appear before the big cow jumped into the moon river.
At this moment, Han Ximeng saw Zheng Haizhu suffering so much, and he felt heartbroken for a moment, and said: "Azhu, I know a folk secret recipe. Use newborn mice, boil them, pound them into mud, and apply it on the injured area..."
Although Zheng Haizhu grimaced in pain, he quickly rejected the eldest lady's kindness.
Burn patients are most afraid of infection. Regardless of applying so-called secret ingredients to the injured area indiscriminately, she, as a modern person, does not dare to take risks.
"Okay, okay, it's up to you, I won't apply rat ointment."
Han Ximeng said softly.
Zheng Haizhu couldn't help but smile when she saw the eldest lady's maternal gushing.
I read "A Dream of Red Mansions" in my previous life, and every time I read about the friendship between Daiyu and Zijuan, Baochai and Ying'er, whether I talked about my thoughts in daily life or expressed my heartfelt feelings after parting, I always felt that even in ancient times when there was no concept of equality, the relationship between people was still very different.
After getting along for a long time, many intimacy can transcend the class gap.
When this life comes to him, isn't the relationship between Han Ximeng and himself the same?
Speaking of class divide…divide…
Zheng Haizhu suddenly remembered something.
No wonder just now, I suddenly felt that Han Ximeng's pampering look on his face seemed familiar.
The last time Han Xiying accompanied Mr. Shen to the tailor shop, she saw that the female worker Azhen, who was close to her, had just cried and had the same worried and concerned look in her eyes.
The reason why Zheng Haizhu retained the memory of that scene at that time was because he had just been punished that day because Azhen was noisy while doing embroidery, which not only hindered other people's work, but also easily sprayed saliva on the silk yarn used as the base for embroidery.
She lost three days' wages.
The second reason is that I did find out at that time that even a little girl like Han Xiying, who was used to being scheming, had someone in her life who took the initiative to take care of her and cared about their happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
However, today, Zheng Haizhu, who had narrowly escaped death, was scanning her mind for the people she had offended recently, and she wanted to include Azhen in the list.
Although Azhen seemed to have become obedient after being punished, she even took the initiative to show the fragmented or dirty silk yarn foundations to Versace and his daughter, then took them to the street to sell to a small tailor shop, and indeed took the copper coins back to hand over.
male.
While Zheng Haizhu was deep in thought, his nephew Shoukuan knocked on the door and came in with a report: "Miss, aunt, let me tell you, Mr. Lu is here to see you, and Mr. Gu is also here."
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In the front hall, the second mistress of the Han family, Mrs. Qian, was instructing her maid to serve tea to Young Masters Lu and Gu.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Qian thought to himself, don’t look at this Lu Xiangsheng, Mr. Lu is only seventeen years old, he is very careful and considerate in his actions.
He said that he had urgent matters that he wanted to tell Han Ximeng and Zheng Haizhu directly, but he went to Gu Mansion to summon Gu Shouqian.
Otherwise, when the male host Han Zhongwen went to Suzhou to discuss business and was not at home, Lu Xiangsheng not only went to meet the two young women, but even if he stepped through the door, he would probably cause material disputes.
And there is nothing wrong with having Gu Shouqian, the prospective son-in-law of the Han family, accompany him.
When Han Ximeng and Zheng Haizhu came in, Lu Xiangsheng took a look at Zheng Shoukuan, who was squatting at the door and tending flowers and plants. He was responsible for watching the wind and said straight to the point: "When Lu was reading the military book, he vaguely remembered the use of phosphorus fire, and he hurried back to the school library.
, flipping through the review, I found those pages, which may explain why the phosphorus fire did not burn quickly."
The two women asked in unison: "Why?"
"Using charcoal and sulfur, calcined together, you can get a juice as yellow as rapeseed oil. If you put phosphorus stone into it, the stone will also dissolve. If you seal it in a porcelain bottle, it will be as quiet as mercury. If you pour it on something, it will look like nothing at first.
There are water stains, but as the sulfur and carbon water evaporate and the phosphorus oil is exposed, a flame will suddenly burst into flames.”
After hearing what Lu Xiangsheng said, Zheng Haizhu couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
This is probably the knowledge of middle and high school chemistry, the carbon sulfide solution of white phosphorus, but unfortunately I gave it back to the teacher.
She recalled it attentively, suddenly realized, and said to Lu Xiangsheng: "Before the parade started, I waited under the car. I admired the horses for their beautiful ponytails, and looked carefully. There must be no water stains on the silk. But after the parade started, the only thing
It is possible that those who are close to the float and pouring liquid without attracting attention are the female dolls holding mulberry leaves and splashing well water and dancing. If the murderer mixes in among them and pours sulfur and phosphorus oil on the horse's feet, it will only take a moment.
The horse was like a fire from heaven, bursting into flames."
Gu Shouqian on the side heard this and said hurriedly: "Those mulberry farmers are mostly tenants of my family. Tomorrow I will go to the mulberry garden to visit with Lu Xiandi on a tour of Sheshan. I may know which households have people dancing the mulberry branch dance."
Just as Han Ximeng was about to give his fiancé a few words, Zheng Shoukuan outside the house suddenly said loudly: "Third Miss, is Third Miss coming back from the poetry club?"
Han Xiying hurriedly stepped into the room and saw Zheng Haizhu's appearance, with a look of horror on her face, and then she made a relieved expression and said: "I just heard from Fan Polu that something happened to Ah Zhu. Fortunately, Mr. Lu is both wise and brave.
Finally, there was no danger, just a little flesh injury. Ah Zhu, if you have escaped the disaster, you will be blessed in the future."
Zheng Haizhu said, "Thank you so much for Miss Third," and then asked nonchalantly: "Miss Third didn't go to the poetry club today, did she go to our school?"
Han Xiying's face was full of sincerity: "I went to the poetry club first, then to the school. The school run by A-Zhu was so interesting, and I felt proud of it, so I invited the sisters from the poetry club to have a look."
The second aunt, Qian, has a soft and honest temperament. Now she does not treat Zheng Haizhu like an ordinary servant, but cares about her happiness and anger. Qian knows that Zheng Yatou hates the mother and daughter of the third wife, so she
As an elder, he came out to calm the atmosphere and smiled at Han Xiying: "Ah Ying, did you go to see your eldest sister's tailoring and embroidery workshop?"
"Look, Master Fan and little sister Polu take care of things really well."
"Okay, when you get married, I will also give you such an inheritance as a dowry."
"Ah, how can Auntie say this in front of distinguished guests? Ah Ying has gone back to the house first." Han Xiying immediately looked shy and embarrassed, stood up, looked down at Lu Xiangsheng and Gu Shouqian and said goodbye before leaving.
Zheng Haizhu was already familiar with this woman's green tea style. What he was wondering at this moment was why she suddenly led a group of Songjiang young ladies to visit the school and Han Ximeng's property?
It must not be because of a sudden leisurely elegance.
Yao said before that Han Xiying told the ladies of the wealthy family in Songjiang more than once that her sister did not like Suzhou embroidery, so she imitated embroidery in a unique way. It would have been fine if she copied Song Dynasty paintings, but she chose to study Japanese paintings.