Meng Yiqiu was in a bad mood. He frowned and said, "Why are you panicking! What's going on?"
Meng Sidao: "Didn't the embroiderer Zhao Chengye accepted a few days ago hold a 100-embroidery banquet yesterday? I heard that she approved our thread embroidery clothes' top ten mistakes at the banquet, and said that she just wanted to avoid it.
Join us in our efforts to rectify the name of embroidery skills.
That's why I left Meng's family. I don't know how she instigated it. Now these embroiderers are all saying that our thread embroidery clothes are vulgar and cannot be refined... Now they have set up ten embroidery screens opposite
, are competing with us in the ring!"
Meng Yiqiu's face turned cold: "Hong Shizhu?"
"Yes," Meng Sida said, "His concubine's name is Hong Shizhu. Is it really someone from our Meng family?"
Meng Yiqiu sneered: "No wonder!"
No wonder when he went to the shop yesterday, that idiot was standing at the door for no apparent reason, neither entering nor leaving. He smiled at him and said, "I said I would make you regret it!"
Then she left with her chin raised. He thought she was crazy!
Zhao Ji and the Meng family have never dealt with each other. They have been fighting for decades. The imperial court previously set up a weaving bureau in Jinling Mansion. It was withdrawn more than ten years ago. Many craftsmen in the weaving bureau were released. Zhao Ji got the news relatively quickly, so he served
these craftsmen.
After all, the Weaving Bureau was "exclusively used by the royal family", so Zhao Ji had always had a high status in the embroidery village, but now he was actually confronting them head-on.
Because the weather waits for no one, Meng's people are learning crafts and at the same time, they have already been sending a steady stream of embroidered clothes and sweaters. The sales are booming. This must be an eyesore to Zhao Ji!
Zhao Chengye is also stupid. Why doesn't he think about it? If he does this, doesn't it mean he directly offends those ladies who have bought thread-embroidered clothes?
Meng Yiqiu suddenly thought of something, his heart moved, and he said directly: "Okay, you go down first."
Meng Si was stunned: "Then..."
"Don't worry about him!" Meng Yiqiu waved his hand impatiently. Seeing that he was still waiting blankly, he simply raised his hand to push him out and closed the door.
Then he spread out the paper happily.
Humph! This time I am not writing to you. This is something happened to your thread embroidery. Who do you care about?
He picked up his pen and wrote: "Ah Yue Fangjian..."
Meng had her own communication channel, which was faster than the inn. Therefore, within a few days, Meng Yiqiu received a reply. As soon as she opened it, she knew it was not her, but the tone was definitely hers, with only a few lines.
, not even a title:
"Tell me, how come some people just can't learn well? They have to slap us in the face? You don't have to pay attention to this matter. I'll make a calculation. In a few days, someone will definitely slap us in the face. By the way, that married man
The unlucky child who married this embroiderer must also share her blessings and shame with her. If you want to do something by the way, you can do it as soon as possible. The fun of beating a drowned dog is not available all the time."
Er Shao Meng read these few sentences over and over again more than ten times.
This little lady is so arrogant that it makes people's hearts itch.
Second Young Master Meng finally groaned and covered his face with his hands. He silently thought about the way a certain young lady said these words, then stood up suddenly and went directly to his grandmother. The first sentence was:
"Grandma, I want to get married!"
Tang Shiyue's words were certainly not exaggerated casually.
She had already written a letter to Yan Dong before this.
She had previously promised Yan Dong to give him half of the cotton seeds, so she evened out the cotton seeds from about ten acres of land, mixed some new cotton, used the plow, and a few pieces of newly developed thread embroidery clothes, and wrote a poem in her own hand.
Write a letter and order it to be sent to Chang'an.
At about the same time, His Highness the Crown Prince got these things from Sheng Qi.
The letter was quite long. His Royal Highness read it once and then ordered: "The Zhuangzi I mentioned before..."
Halfway through, he suddenly paused, frowned slightly, read the letter back and forth several times, thought about it carefully, and then said: "You guys prepare first, Lord Wang, bring your things.
Follow me to see you."
When he arrived outside the Imperial Study Room, he could still hear Emperor Ming Yan cursing: "What a bunch of bastards! They are plotting and fighting openly and secretly! What do they think of my kingdom!"
The prince paused at his feet.
He saw Gu Jiuxing's apprentice Li Dequan standing by the door, winking at him, and Emperor Ming Yan inside had already asked: "Who is coming?"
Li Dequan quickly bowed to speak. The prince smiled through the window and said, "Father, I am your son."
Emperor Ming Yan seemed a little depressed: "Come in."
The prince went in and saw Li. Emperor Ming Yan said, "What's the matter?"
The prince smiled and said: "It's the little lucky lady that my son mentioned before. She wrote a letter to my son. My son found it very interesting and laughed a few times, so he boldly took it and shared it with his father..."
He pretended to cough: "Did my son come by accident? Is my father angry with someone? If my father is not in the mood to watch, my son will go back."
Emperor Ming Yan snorted: "If I am really angry with these people, how could I be so angry?" He glanced at him and said, "What did you write? Is it worth it for you to bring it over?"
The prince smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just think it's sincere and interesting. My father just wants to have fun." He gave it to him with both hands.
Emperor Ming Yan was used to reading folded books. As soon as he opened it, he couldn't help but frown: "This word... is really hurtful to the eyes."
The prince smiled and said: "She has been practicing calligraphy for less than half a year, and she has been fishing for three days and drying nets for two days. You can just treat her as a three-year-old child."
"A three-year-old child?" Emperor Ming Yan said: "When you were three years old, your writing was much better than this!"
The prince laughed: "I am the son of my father. I have been taught by my father since I was a child. How can I be the same as her?"
Emperor Ming Yan felt comfortable hearing these words, shook his head with a smile, and read on.
In fact, I am used to seeing it. This character is much better than those in small regular script. Although it is ugly, the character is large and it is very easy to read. Emperor Ming Yan said while reading: "Just by looking at this character, you can tell that it must be a naughty character."
The characters are obviously quite delicate in their writing, but the last touch always has to be a bit demonic."
The prince laughed and said nothing, and Emperor Ming Yan said again: "With this tone, does she really not know your identity?"
"I don't know," the prince said with a proud face: "My son is pretending to be the same! Otherwise, how could he even come to visit Nian Yang."
Emperor Ming Yan laughed: "This is not a good thing!"
He originally only saw it as a joke, chatting with the prince while watching it, but gradually he became attracted to it.
The entire letter was written in plain language, with no meaning at all. But because of this, the tone and mood came alive on the page, as if they were actually chatting with each other, and the quirky little lady in front of him came to life.
Halfway through, I just thought it was cute and cute. Looking further down, Emperor Ming Yan's expression gradually became serious.
The prince just drank tea and waited, watching Emperor Ming Yan's expression change from disgust to relaxation, then to a knowing smile, and then to seriousness.
He wasn't surprised.
This little lady seems to have a unique charm. The handwriting of this letter is simple, the writing is rough, and there are even many typos. But once you look closely, the beauty of the thoughts in it makes these seem less important.
This is like a box of gifts. It looks simple on the outside. When you open it, there is still some dust. But when the dust is brushed away, the bright pearl inside is revealed. The more you play with it, the more you feel that it is smooth and gorgeous and comes from nature. (To be continued)