Huang Zunsu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He stared at the tea cup and said, "I really should have sent people to Suzhou earlier. But a while ago, Magistrate Wu was still in office, and when the Dong family was almost destroyed, he showed such a strange attitude, and he was a Japanese and Korean lady.
I have spoken uprightly for the Dong family, how can I still believe that Magistrate Wu will fulfill his duty to investigate the case for the Han family. With such hesitation and hesitation, the time will be delayed until Magistrate Zhuang takes office."
Zheng Haizhu hurriedly comforted him and said: "Master Huang's idea is actually a good one. Don't blame yourself. My master has also been searching for his missing person these days but has failed."
The man Zheng Haizhu was talking about was a silk merchant.
Back then, Han Zhongwen met a Huaiyang silk merchant at a gathering of Confucian merchants in Songjiang.
The silk merchant spoke politely and politely, saying that he wanted to change his career, and asked Mr. Han about the market situation of cotton and silk yarn. Mr. Han gave a lot of advice, and the man gave him an embroidered handkerchief, saying that he got it from a senior embroiderer in Suzhou.
Han Zhongwen took it back and gave it to his niece Ximeng. When Ximeng saw the needle-turning technique, he couldn't get out of it and insisted on inviting his seniors to teach the art in Songjiang.
Han Zhongwen was always obedient to his niece, and immediately ordered his housekeeper Lao Peng to go to Suzhou, but he came back in vain. Only then did Ximeng sneak away to Suzhou with his aunt and nephew Zheng Haizhu to become a disciple in person.
"Mr. Huang, if you think about the coincidence, the silk merchant is a polite person, and the embroidery seniors have their own secrets that should not be exposed to outsiders; but if you think about the sinister thing, the silk merchant uses the embroidered handkerchief as the first bait, then
The embroidery senior used teaching skills as the second bait, which led us to leave Songjiang Prefecture for the first time without the protection of our servants. We did not dare to take a big ship, and eventually we became the prey of the water bandits. But my master has always been kind to others, and it is often the case when traveling with others.
The cotton trade is not the biggest in Songjiang area, so why would any enemy insist on spending so much time to do such a dirty thing?"
Huang Zunsu raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Haizhu: "If there is really a grudge against Mr. Han, the one who should be kidnapped should be Mr. Han himself, or the young master of the Han family. No matter how much the eldest lady wins the love of her uncle and aunt, she will eventually leave the court. Zheng
Girl, maybe think about it, is there someone who doesn't want your young lady to get married to Mr. Gu?"
In Zheng Haizhu's mind, he had already thought along the path mentioned by Huang Zunsu.
In the Han Mansion, Han Xiying, the third roommate, although she seems to covet her sister's fiancé, she is still a little girl who has just grown hair. How much courage and financial resources does she have? How can she have the ability to mobilize people including Qiu Wanliang?
The adults, weave such a situation?
Han Xiying's biological mother, Mrs. Yang, is even less likely to cause trouble.
The reason is simple. Gu Mingshi not only had a good relationship with Dong Qichang, but also had a close relationship with Xu Guangqi. Xu Guangqi's daughter-in-law was also a distant relative of the Gu family, also named Gu.
And Xu Guangqi became a Catholic more than ten years ago. In Yang's view, her husband Han Zhongyu neglected his family fortune, did not take the serious imperial examinations, and went to preach in remote areas outside the south of the Yangtze River.
Foreigners are as deceptive as hairy monkeys.
Therefore, all monsters from the West are enemies.
The friend of an enemy is also an enemy. The Yang family disliked the Gu family in every way, and Han Xiying did not dare to say "brother of the Gu family" to her mother.
Who could it be? Could it be from the Gu family?
Deep in the compound, relationships are complicated and people's hearts are unpredictable...
Zheng Haizhu nodded at Huang Zunsu: "Master Huang is right to remind you. After returning home, I will sort it out carefully with the lady."
"Okay, if you encounter any strange people or things again, you can come and talk to me at any time."
After Huang Zunsu finished speaking, he stood up, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then walked to the backyard.
Huang's wife, Mrs. Yao, was still wearing the green velvet pomegranate flower cloud shoulder. She was holding her several-month-old son Huang Zongyan and watching the butterflies flying among the crabapple flowers.
The baby's pink fists were swaying, and the wet nurse on the side was smiling and amusing, but Yao, the mother-in-law, seemed a little absent-minded.
Only when she saw her husband turning back not long after, with Zheng Haizhu following behind her at a distance, no different from a servant, did the thin clouds in Yao's eyes dissipate slightly.
Huang Zongsu stared at Yao's shoulder and said with a pleasant expression: "Is this Miss Han's needlework? It's really exquisite and elegant, with the style of Li Congxun."
Li Congxun was also a famous painter in the Southern Song Dynasty and was good at painting flowers and birds.
Zheng Haizhu hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Both the master and grandma have good eyesight. My young lady has been practicing painting for several years before holding needles. She really loves the paintings of the two Song Dynasties. Just now, grandma also saw at a glance that the fish on this silk fan is
It’s an imitation of Liu Hui.”
"Oh?" Huang Zunsu glanced at the fan placed on the stone table. After studying it for a while, he smiled at Yao and said, "It's the meaning you like."
Ever since Zheng Haizhu met Huang Zunsu, her impression of him had always been that of a serious person. In the past few months, this was almost the first time she had seen Huang Zunsu smile so gently and warmly.
What a bowl of hot dog food, freshly made and ready to eat...
Looking at the beautiful couple playing the piano and playing the piano in front of her, Zheng Haizhu also felt lighter. She reached out from the gift box and took out four half-foot-high table screens, unfolded them side by side, and placed an exquisite red sandalwood shelf on the table screen.
forward.
It turned out to be a jewelry stand for women to insert hairpins.
But the amazing thing about this set of objects is of course not the expensive woodware, but the embroidery on the table screen.
The four frames of crescent-colored Weitang gauze and silk are all embroidered with women.
Some are playing Cuju, some are dancing swords, some are playing polo, and some are competing in archery.
There are more than ten beauties on the silk, with different hairstyles, looks, dresses, and postures. They are all different, wonderful and vivid, as if the viewer can actually hear the crisp and hearty orders, cheers, chatter and laughter.
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Yao stared at the woman on the screen with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, not hiding his surprise.
Before she married Huang Zunsu, the main contents of her boudoir life were just reading and writing, practicing rouge, and cooking soup. Occasionally, she could go with the older women in the family to select new materials from the clothing and cloth shops in the city.
During festivals, go to mountain temples to offer incense or go for an outing by the waterside.
Yao couldn't imagine that a young woman could dance with a gun, use a stick, ride a horse and shoot arrows like a man?
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But those images are just fun for women in this world to watch. How could they compare the phoenix-feathered and water-toned heroines of the past generations with their own women who have been disciplined for a long time?
While Yao was still in a daze, Huang Zunsu pointed to the woman dancing the sword on the silk and commented with interest: "This is Aunt Gongsun written by Du Gongbu. Miss Han embroidered the chivalrous man of the Tang Dynasty in the style of Song Dynasty painting."
Girl, there is no lack of freedom and splendor in the elegance, wonderful, wonderful! Miss Zheng, do you have a share of the credit for this embroidery?"
Zheng Haizhu looked modest, but answered very seriously: "I know a little bit about velvet and silk dyes, but I am really a layman on acupuncture, so I can only cut silk for the lady and start with it. This set of table screens, the lady originally
I was thinking of using plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, but I thought it was a bit ordinary."
Yao hurriedly answered: "It can't be said to be ordinary. My favorite is the spirit of orchid, bone and bamboo. In the matter of painting, palaces, utensils, ladies and birds all have regular shapes. And bamboo, wood, rocks, smoke and water,
Although the clouds have no permanent shape, they have common sense and are always a bit purer."
Huang Zunsu waved his hand and interrupted his wife: "It's good to use objects as metaphors for aspirations. I prefer bamboo, magnolia, orchid, and that's right. But I don't like Mi Fu's argument. He said that among paintings, Buddha statues and story pictures are intended to
Admonition is the best. The second is mountains, rivers, smoke and clouds, which are of infinite interest. The third is bamboos, trees, rocks, streams, and the third is flowers and plants. The last stream is ladies' feathers, playing with ears and not entering the pure play. This statement is too narrow-minded. I think Han
The four screens that Miss has embroidered, the women on them are so free and natural, they have a breath of freshness, and they are even more heroic, but they are not as good as they are."