"You, didn't you say you're here to buy silver needles?" The scholar's face flushed red and he was very embarrassed.
Meng Qi brushed his sleeves and rushed in front of Mo Li and said, "The doctor came to buy silver needles, and I happened to buy a few fan panels at Fengxing Pavilion. I just heard Mr. himself talking to himself, and he couldn't help but blurt out, if there is anything offensive to Mr. , please forgive me."
The scholar wanted to keep people out, but because of what happened before, he didn't dare to get angry.
Looking at Mo Li again, seeing that there was no contempt in the other party's demeanor, I felt a little better in my heart.
"You... Forget it, come in." The scholar said angrily.
No matter what, you can't shout outside the house, it will be more troublesome to be heard.
This is a very simple yard, the orientation is not good, the yard is not a regular square, but a narrow strip, you need to walk sideways to enter the door.
The walls are covered with moss and mottled.
There is a ladder next to the main house, and a stack of tiles next to it.
"It rained a few days ago, and the house has not been repaired."
The scholar stepped over the stagnant water in the low-lying part of the courtyard, and said in a bad tone, "There is no paint at home. It rains in the spring, and the house is not repaired. I am not in the mood to paint."
"Don't be annoyed, sir, we are not asking for paintings."
Seeing that the scholar was very concerned, Mo Li could only explain aloud.
—Scholarly people would not dare to use their real names when writing stories, let alone drawing pictures of erotic palaces.
Fang Cai didn't know why, but he actually called it out, Mo Li was a little annoyed, this was not what a gentleman did. Since others don't want to admit it, it's not something that can be discussed openly in the world, so it shouldn't be said.
As for the fact that they appreciate the uniqueness of the painting method and the aura of the brushstrokes, they don't care about what the people in the painting are doing, so they don't need to explain, because the more they describe, the more wrong they are.
Mo Li knows what tone of voice to use to appease people, and also knows how to make others believe his words.
Meng Qi couldn't do this.
In other words, Meng Qi couldn't make the other party dissuade him in a sentence or two.
The scholar's face improved a little, he thought about it, and felt that it was all the fault of Fengxing Pavilion. Those guys who see money and can sell any news at a price are not reliable at all.
The scholar went into the house to get the silver needle.
Mo Li didn't follow up, because as a matter of etiquette, even if someone brought you into the house, if the other party didn't reach out for a gesture of "please", then they should stand under the stone steps outside the door and wait.
- Going to the door to find trouble doesn't count.
Therefore, no matter whether it is a dilapidated house with nothing to see, or a wealthy courtyard with several entrances and exits, it should be strictly forbidden to enter.
Meng Qi originally planned to accompany Mo Li to wait in the yard. Thinking of Lu Min who was at the entrance of the alley, he could only go out and watch it, to prevent the second prince from getting lost in the middle of this old and dilapidated house.
So when the scholar walked out of the house, he only saw the ink carp waiting outside.
He wasn't interested in asking any more questions, so he just wanted to finish the business quickly and send the people away.
The scholar took out two rough wooden boxes with cloth bags. When they were opened, two rows of silver needles were neatly inserted into them. Together, there were four rows, a considerable number.
And the length is different, the thickness is different.
The silver needle has a handle on the upper end, the shape is slightly round, and the color is different from the tip of the needle.
In addition, there are six smooth polished stone needles and bone needles in the box.
As soon as Mo Li saw it, he knew that the needle maker was very skilled, the needle body was smooth, and the thinnest needle was about the size of a hair.
The needles used for acupuncture in Dafulang are collectively called silver needles, but not every set of needles is made of silver, but it looks sharp and bright, and others think it is silver. In fact, neither gold needles nor silver needles can be made too thin, because they are too soft and easy to break.
Ink carp possesses martial arts, and is highly skilled in acupuncture and moxibustion, preferring to use thinner needles.
Most of the silver needles available on the market did not meet his requirements.
"Is this needle made by Mr.
"My grandfather and my father are all doctors, and they also learned acupuncture when they were young, but they are not skilled enough to practice medicine. Because of the downfall of the family, I followed a gold shop craftsman who lived in Yueguifang in anonymity and learned some skills, but I couldn't make exquisite Jewelry and silver needles are still fine."
The scholar sighed.
Scholars can't do business, they can only write letters for others to get money.
"Thanks to my 20-year-old, Chu Chao's style was open, and he did not forbid scholars to learn the skills of the other side. As long as the items made are not sold publicly, and if you insist that you like it, you can cast swords, plant flowers, and make wine, and you don't have to hide. The Chu Dynasty is gone, and now I can only sell it secretly."
It was good to have fame before, but now I dare not publicize it, and I really can't make a living, so I have to find another way out.
The unfinished words of the scholar are actually justifying what "Mr. Jin Shui" did.
Mo Li thought about it carefully, and thought to himself that it was no wonder that the pictures of the erotic palace were excellent, not only the figures were in harmony with the scene in the painting, but also the length of the body and limbs were correct.
It turned out that the painter had studied medicine and also knew the art of acupuncture and moxibustion.
Mo Li calculated the money in his hand, and regretfully gave up the idea of ordering a set of gold needles from the scholar.
"This set of eight taels of silver can't be any lower." The scholar cautiously quoted a price, lest Mo Carp think the price was too high.
Mo Li remembered the twenty taels of silver that he threw directly to Fengxing Pavilion, not only fell into silence.
The best silver needles are hard to come by. If you are eager and don’t want to bother, you will naturally have to pay a high price. Twenty taels of silver already include the money for Fengxing Pavilion. What about errands
But a map of Fengxing Pavilion is sold for 10 taels of silver, which is too—
Fortunately, Brother Meng got angry and stole a bunch of official robes.
Mo Li silently took out the silver note and gave it to the scholar.
"Don't you have any broken silver or copper coins? I can't find them."
"No need."
Mo Li closed the box and was about to leave when he heard the scholar say resolutely, "This can't be done, there's no reason to ask for money."
"Your skill in casting needles is worth the price." Mo Li calculated that after getting the silver needles, he must earnestly practice medicine to make money, and he must not let Meng Qi rob Liu's money bags or steal official robes.
"No, no, I said eight taels of silver, how can I be so embarrassed to ask for more?"
The scholar was very stubborn. Seeing Mo Li turned to leave, but he couldn't catch up behind him, he couldn't help chasing after him and said, "Since your friend likes painting, why don't you take a scroll of painting to offset it?"
Ink carp: "… "
After a while, Meng Qi saw the doctor holding a small box and came out with a scroll.
"What is this, acupuncture diagram?" Meng Qi asked curiously.
"A new map? What else do you want to buy?" Lu Min also came over and asked.
Mo Li expressionlessly shoved the scroll to Meng Qi.
"Don't open it here."
As soon as these words came out, Meng Qi immediately understood what it was, and couldn't help but ask: "How did the doctor get it? Isn't that person not selling it?"
"Tips."
"The doctor has my demeanor quite..."
"Two taels of silver."
"What?" Meng Qi hurriedly asked, "What kind of painting did you give it to Fengxing Pavilion?"
Mo Li shook his head.
Meng Qi pondered, considering whether to go back to blackmail Fengxing Pavilion.
***
Taijing, Linchengmen.
The Minister of Rites looked at the locked city gate with an uneasy expression. On the way, he had already heard that something had happened in the capital. The city gate was blocked for several days, and the Gyeonggi camp was also coming and going in the countryside.
In fact, the group of them was "escorted" after they encountered the army of Gyeonggi Camp.
He Shilang felt a shudder in his heart when he felt the glaring eyes behind him.
It can be said that everything went wrong in this trip to the emperor's mausoleum, and there was also a troublemaker like the sixth prince, who spoke unscrupulously, and even sneaked out to play at every turn.
The General Liu who went to Beijing together is not a big deal, he can't come up with any ideas, he will only mess with the mud, let the sixth prince make trouble, he is simply an incompetent and useless waste!
Those Jianghu people were even more lawless. They fought each other and entered the imperial mausoleum, destroyed the camp of the imperial mausoleum garrison, and accidentally injured many people. It's really abominable. The news reached Taijing, and His Majesty was furious.
All these add up to bad luck, and when it came to Taijing, an even bigger piece of bad news fell.
The second prince rebelled!
It is said that the second prince, the sixth prince beside him is not necessarily involved!
The country is really unstable and chaos is rampant.
He Shilang was extremely anxious. While he was worried about whether several important officials of his faction were affected by the rebellion, he was also worried about the situation in Taijing City. He looked at the heavily defended city walls covered with soldiers and horses, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
"Verify that it is correct, open the city gate."
"Welcome the sixth prince back to the palace."
Hearing these shouts and seeing the city gate slowly opening, He Shilang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah!"
Liu Dan subconsciously covered his nose, but his throat was itchy, followed by a second sneeze.
The people around were startled, and the soldiers who were responsible for "escorting" them even picked up spears and pointed at Liu Dan and his personal guards, as well as the Jinyiwei who was responsible for protecting the sixth prince.
He Shilang almost fell off his horse, losing half of his soul.
The sixth prince lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the crowd who were facing the enemy with a sarcastic smile, as if watching a monkey show.
"General Liu, what are you doing?" He Shilang couldn't hold back his face and scolded in a low voice.
"Maybe because of the dust..."
Liu Dan said vaguely that it was not because he was soft-spoken, but because the current situation was unclear, and he did not even know whether the throne changed hands.
Everyone withdrew their weapons, and the convoy slowly entered the city.
Liu Dan frowned, and under the cover of the sound of horses' hooves, he said to the soldiers, "This may be an omen, please be careful."
The soldiers looked solemn when they heard the words.
After a while, one of the personal soldiers couldn't help but asked: "General, is your bad omen related to us or to the purse?"