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Qin Mu was walking in a leisurely manner when he heard someone commenting on his handwriting behind his back. The comments were so unpleasant that he staggered and almost fell.
Li Xiangjun quickly supported him and comforted him, "Sir, scholars always look down on each other. Don't take their words seriously."
At this time, a mocking voice came from behind: "Hahaha, look, there is a seal to sign it. How dare they sign it with just these words? It's really... Hey, this seal..."
"Not good, let's go." Qin Mu pulled Li Xiangjun, quickly turned the corner and disappeared in the crowd.
In front of the old lady's shoulder pole, a scholar in his thirties exclaimed in surprise, bent down and took a closer look at the red seal under the light.
After taking a look, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and then looking again, yes, it was clearly the three characters "Qin Wenzhi" in seal script;
He suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched. "Ahaha, everyone, take a closer look at this character. I say that this character doesn't look like anything special at first glance, but if you look closely, it is as majestic as a dragon or a phoenix, shocking the world and making ghosts weep. If anyone dares to say this character is bad again, I'll fight him!"
"Hey, Brother Zhang, just now you said something about a full pot making no sound, but a half-full pot making a loud noise. Your words are still ringing in my ears. Are you sick? Just this one word can shock the heavens and earth, pah!"
"I'm still saying 'Puh, Puh, Puh', you know shit. You've only learned a few days of writing, and you can't even read this. This writing is just good. It's so good that it can shake the world and make ghosts weep."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry and send Brother Zhang to the hospital..."
"You are the ones who are sick. Take a closer look yourself." The man surnamed Zhang said nothing more. He knelt down in front of the calligraphy, kowtowed, and shouted, "What a good calligraphy, it is really the best calligraphy in the world, it is so amazing that it can move the heavens and the earth and make the gods and ghosts weep..." It was a very cold day. He was sweating profusely and his head was almost broken.
This scene attracted more people to watch, and it was like watching a big play. People crowded around the lights and under lanterns, laughing happily.
This made the black sesame paste seller feel a little helpless. She had never seen such a scene before. "Sir, please don't kneel. I am just a snack seller. Please stand up. I still have business to do. Please don't make trouble."
"I can't get up. I'm going to kneel here today!" The scholar named Zhang felt very nervous. He regretted what he had just said. It was over, it was over, it was all over now.
The old lady was about to pick up the grapes and leave this place when she heard a series of thumps. She looked back and saw that the people who had just ridiculed her were all kneeling down, one after another. The citizens who were watching the scene were laughing as if they were watching a big show, and they were so happy.
"What's wrong? This is... a bitch who is just selling snacks on the street..."
At the Qujiang River, Li Shi came up and told Qin Mu the scene at the stall in vivid detail. Halfway through, Li Shi laughed so hard that his mouth twisted. Li Xiangjun and Hong Niangzi couldn't help laughing either. They covered their mouths and laughed sweetly.
Qin Mu sighed, "Alas, I have to practice calligraphy in the future. I can't always rely on my status as the emperor..."
"Your Majesty." Li Xiangjun suddenly stopped laughing and said seriously, "Your Majesty should know that only Li Houzhu and Song Huizong are obsessed with writing. Your Majesty, if you want to be a sage and create a prosperous Qin Dynasty, you must not be obsessed with this. Look at the Qin Emperor, Han Wudi, Tang Taizong and Song Taizu, who has left his name in history through writing?"
"Xiang Jun is right. So let's just leave it at that. I won't practice anymore."
"Hehe... Your Majesty left his calligraphy just now, it must not be just to help that lady, I'm afraid he has other intentions."
"What could I possibly mean?"
"I don't know." Li Xiangjun smiled like a flower and pretended to be stupid.
This made Hongniang, who was standing beside him, feel very depressed. She really couldn't figure out what other intentions there could be in writing a few words. She couldn't bring herself to ask, so she could only rack her brains to figure out what the intentions could be.
On this sunny winter night after the snow, Qin Mu felt like wandering in the streets filled with the fragrance of flowers, listening to the voices of people in the market, and watching all kinds of people. After staying in the high walls of the palace for a long time, he felt it was an incomparable enjoyment.
As we walked along, we could hear the sound of music and dancing in the brothels on the street, the tinkling of wind chimes and the bustling of people in the restaurants. The aroma of wine and flowers filled the air.
In a cheerful mood, he sang slowly with his hands behind his back: "The night in Chang'an is covered with snow, and the moon and lanterns shine on the high pavilion. The sound of flutes comes from the quiet alleys, and the gentle wind follows the fragrant carriage."
"Sir, good poem."
Li Xiangjun was immediately full of praise. She could hear a joyful mood in the poem. If my lover is happy, I am happy too. I am of one mind with my lover.
"Hahaha... ... ... "
Qin Mulang smiled a few times and walked towards the bustling crowd. When he turned a corner in the street, he saw an open space with lanterns hanging high on the trees. Nearly a hundred children were cheering and jumping, and the atmosphere was very lively.
It was not unusual to see children playing with their parents on the street shortly after nightfall, but it was curious to see so many adults and children gathered here, like it was a children's amusement park.
Qin Mu walked past this place when he left the city from Da Ci'en Temple two days ago. He remembered that this was a puddle of water. Qin Mu was surprised at the time. The streets next to it were all buildings and shops, and it was a prosperous area, so why did no one want this puddle of water
Upon asking, I found out that this was the place where the city's domestic garbage was dumped. After Xijing City implemented the "Three Guarantees" for sanitation, although no one dumped garbage here anymore, it cost a lot of money to fill this low-lying land, which was not cost-effective. Therefore, when residential land in the city was not too scarce, no one was willing to take it.
Qin Mu walked over in the direction of the voices and saw nearly ten small flags stuck in the depression. No matter whether it was an adult or a child, as long as they hit the small flags with gravel or mud, they would get some small prizes. Most of the prizes were clay dolls, windmills, bells and other things that were not valuable but children liked.
Nearly a hundred children were overjoyed, looking for stones and mud to throw at the flags. Not many of them could hit the target, but every time someone did, there would be cheers. Even some adults couldn't help but try their hand at it.
Li Xiangjun looked at Qin Mu with her beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "Sir, I heard that this happened in the Tang Dynasty. I didn't expect that it would happen again today. Hehe..."
Hongniangzi asked curiously, "Xiangjun, what did you say?"
Li Xiangjun smiled and said, "Sister, the matter is actually very simple. Although this piece of land is in a good location, it is a low-lying area and needs to be filled before it can be used. This will cost a lot of money, so no one wants it, and its price is naturally low.
Now there must be a smart person who bought the land at a very low price, and then put up a few flags and let the children play with stones. You see, it won’t be long before the depression is filled up by the children, and the owner of the land will save a lot of money on filling the land and easily get a residential land in a prosperous area. "
"Hey, that's a good idea."
"Of course it's a good idea. Someone in the Tang Dynasty used it, but not many people know about it."
"Good ideas will never go out of date. As long as you use them properly, they will have the same effect." Qin Mu was in a better mood. He took a walk on the street tonight and saw two intersections of time and space. One was a strong fragrance from later generations, and the other was a stone-throwing game from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Although time and space are confused, the warm feeling is the same.
After strolling around for a while and about to return to the palace, Lady Hong couldn't help but quietly pull Xiao Xiangjun aside and ask, "Sister Xiangjun, please tell me quickly, what is the purpose of His Majesty's inscription for that lady?"
This question has been bothering her and making her feel uncomfortable.
Li Xiangjun didn't expect that she was still thinking about this matter, and she couldn't help laughing and said, "Sister, think about it, have the ministers always been very opposed to the emperor leaving the palace, especially to private tours in disguise?"
"Of course, we would object to this for safety reasons."
"Sister, you are wrong. Have you heard of any emperors who went out of the palace incognito and got into trouble? Worrying about the emperor's safety is actually just the superficial reason why the ministers oppose the emperor's leaving the palace. What they are really worried about is the emperor's contact with ordinary people. Do you understand, sister?"
"Ah?" Lady Hong suddenly understood and nodded, "So that's how it is. Why didn't I think of that? These dog officials said so high-soundingly that they were concerned about the safety of the emperor. It turns out that they have selfish motives and are worried that if the emperor has more contact with ordinary people, they will not be able to fool him anymore."
"That's right. Your Majesty left behind the calligraphy with the intention of telling all officials that the emperor is among the people, hehe..." Li Xiangjun was smiling tonight, because her husband was happy, so she was happy too.
Although Hongniangzi was now a Zhaoyi, she still looked bitter and resentful towards the officials, as if she was still the woman who killed the officials in rebellion. Seeing her resentful look, Li Xiangjun smiled even more brightly... (To be continued...)
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