Jintang was sitting upright behind his large rosewood case, on which were various patterns of weaving, and under it stood the eunuchs in charge of various yamen offices, everyone holding books and listening to his orders.
"Forty-three types of brocade, Zibao Terrace Brocade, Zixiaodizhu Fangsheng Luan and Magpie Brocade, will not be weaved this year," Jintang swiped a pen, "Nanyang people are tired of looking at it, and sales in Guangzhou are not good either. "
The eunuch weaving the brocade said yes again and again.
"With the addition of the twenty-nine kinds of silk silk such as Taotou water pattern silk and white eagle water pattern silk, the sky seems to be hot."
The eunuch weaving silk promised, and the secretary in charge took a step forward: "Grandpa, the palace has sent another urgent delivery. There are all kinds of silk, gauze, weaving gold, flashing color, python dragon, breast-back bullfight, flying fish, etc. in stock. The Qilin, Lion Tongshou, Knee Lily, Flying Immortal, and Tianlu are all rewarded, and the Holy One urgently ordered us, Suzhou and Hangzhou to weave three to five thousand horses each, and send them to Beijing quickly."
It's exhausted again... Jin Tang scratched his head, at this time the personal eunuch trotted in, and knelt down on the desk: "Grandpa, Qi Wan is gone, and the Duke sent it to him."
"The old guy is gone," Jintang finally smiled, and joked with his confidantes, "Don't come back on the way back, we can't bear it!"
"The officials of the third rank and above, as well as the military ranks and guards, all saw them off at Jiangkou."
Jintang nodded, and the secretary in charge went on to play: "Grandpa, the dragon robes, Zhai clothes, velvet brocade, and luan belts that are customary every year will also be turned on, and the ancestors have written a letter to remind them."
Jintang frowned: "Did you say last time that Su Yusi would have to be woven into gold breasts?"
"It has been changed again," said the silk-weaving eunuch, "the imperial decree from last month changed to weaving red clouds, tigers and leopards."
The patterns above are changing and refurbishing, there are only so many weavers and looms in Nanjing, and there are only twelve hours a day, how can we afford it! Jintang was worrying when the personal eunuch came in again, this time he didn't kneel in front of the hall, but directly leaned into Jintang's ear: "Master Qu of the Ministry of War has gone to the yamen."
Hearing this, Jin Tang hurriedly waved his hands to everyone: "Go down, I'll give you the order at noon tomorrow." Immediately, he ordered to his personal eunuch, "Quickly, go to the sedan chair to pick them up."
The soft sedan chair of the Weaving Bureau is now on its way, walking on Tongjimen Street and Qu Feng's sedan chair, the eunuch following the sedan chair is very respectful, offering Jintang's name badge with both hands: "My lord, Eunuch Jin invites you to return the gift with tea. "
Qu Feng didn't even get out of the sedan chair, and replied coldly: "No need, I should thank him."
"Our father-in-law said that there is a personal item that needs to be returned in person."
What personal items are just a piece of handkerchief! Qu Feng was a little annoyed, and the eunuch said again: "Elder-in-law has thought of it for your lord, we brought the sedan chair, and sent you back when it got dark."
Qu Fengwei set up the sedan window and looked out, there was indeed a sedan chair, he thought about it, and asked the long attendant to stop at a secluded place on the side of the road, Jintang's people also knew how to do it, and hurriedly drove the sedan chair to follow, when Qu Feng got off the sedan chair, they were quick Take it over, wait for someone to sit firmly, put down the curtain of the sedan chair, lift up the sedan chair and leave.
After getting into the sedan chair, Qu Feng felt a little regretful again, knocked on the sedan chair and asked, "Your Eunuch Jin..." When the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say, so he pondered over and over again, and asked, "How often do you communicate with officials like this?"
"This..." It's really difficult for people to answer, Qu Feng thought he would not answer, but unexpectedly the eunuch said, "It's not true, our father-in-law is good at writing and ink, but it's not easy to make friends with literati," he paused, hooking Qu Feng. Eager to listen, he seemed to be hesitating again and again, and he said, "Elder-in-law has taught that people with fame and fame disdain to associate with us, and those who are willing to associate with us must be doing something for us. It is not a dirty thing, it is a scandal. "
What he said was reasonable, Qu Feng couldn't help agreeing in his heart, at this moment he added another sentence: "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"The father-in-law said, unless it is a confidant."
Confidant person? Qu Feng couldn't say the weight of the word, a little bit of pleasure, but also a burning fear, just when he was worrying about gains and losses, the weaving bureau arrived, they entered the side door, walked northward for half an hour, and arrived at Jintang's office .
As soon as he got out of the sedan chair, Qu Feng was a little embarrassed, he just wanted to take off the handkerchief and leave quickly, but when he saw that Jintang didn't wear the handkerchief and was only wearing casual clothes at the door to greet him with a smile, he felt relieved.
The tea is white silver needles, Jintang is very simple, no ceremony, no greetings, just take out the small cloth towel when you come up, like an eclectic poor man: "After washing, I have smoked my benzoin." He personally carried the silver pot to Qu Fengnuan cup, "It tastes different from yours."
"Oh." Qu Feng only answered, took the cup and drank the tea.
"Why do you..." Jintang didn't know whether to ask or not, maybe the atmosphere was really good, sitting opposite each other in the small window, with two cups of rabbit hair, and a little bit of boiling spring water, he asked, "Why did you go to the Ministry of War, the Ministry of War and The Ministry of Rites has always been inconsistent."
Qu Feng smiled, but didn't answer.
Jintang was a little embarrassed to have her hot face pressed against her cold butt, her slender lips were tightened, and Qi Qiran felt a little pitiful.
"Last time," Qu Feng finally said, and said simply, "Thank you."
This time it was his turn to refill Jintang's water: "It doesn't matter whether you take the handkerchief or not, I came here to ask, why did the Weaving Bureau cut down dwarf pear trees?"
Many people have asked this question, Jin Tang always gave the same answer, what about Qu Feng? After thinking for a while, he still said: "Our Dugong can't sleep well at night, please ask someone to figure it out, saying that the forest is a taboo."
Qu Feng looked at him with raised eyebrows, slowly turning a cup of tea in his hand, his burning eyes were very chic.
Jintang didn't dare to look at him, he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or something, he licked his lips and smiled vaguely: "The tree was cut down, Duke Du really slept for a long time."
Quiet, the kind of quiet that leaked deeper, only the silver pot on the stove made the sound of gurgling. After a long time, Qu Feng said: "Oh."
Another word "oh", he put down his cup and got up, Jintang saw that he was going to leave, so he hurriedly said: "Stay a little longer," after he finished speaking, he made a footnote for his retention, "It's not dark yet, don't let people see you." You get away from me."
Qu Feng thought about it, yes, but he got up and couldn't sit down anymore, so he walked away and walked to Jintang's case, and saw the small inkstone on the desk at a glance, it was hard to imagine an eunuch like Jintang who held real power Knowing how to use such a crude thing, he couldn't help but leaned closer and looked at it carefully.
Jintang got up with him, and felt embarrassed when he saw him looking at the inkstone: "I bought it at Qi Yuezhai next to Naizi's Mansion when I was young, and I've been using it for years."
He is a nostalgic person, Qu Feng thought, but it was those three words that aroused his interest: "Naizifu?"
"It's just for the ladies in the palace..." In Beijing, this is a common name that I'm used to. Now that Qu Feng asked, Jin Tang felt that it was really obscene, and his face turned red. "It's just..." He explained, the more he said, the lower his voice, "The place where the pacifiers are chosen for the women who give birth in the palace..."
"By the way," Qu Feng seemed to be unable to get rid of his embarrassment, and took out a small square box from his sleeve and handed it to him: "The one I just bought hasn't been opened yet, and I don't have anything else on me, so it's my fault." Thank you."
Jin Tang could tell at a glance that it was the light rouge that a man kneaded his face: "How dare you..."
He declined, but Qu Feng could tell that he wanted it very much, not for this box of rouge, but for a gift from a literati: "Take it." He stuffed the rouge into his hand, just like he did before. He is like a veil, a little domineering.
Jin Tang was overwhelmed and wanted to say something to thank him. At this moment, there was a commotion outside, which could be heard here, indicating that the noise was very loud: "What's going on!" He asked sharply, and the little fireman on duty replied through the door: "Grandpa, the Ministry of War is catching coolies. The list made in the afternoon said that the families whose dwarf pear trees have been cut down have paid money to the Weaving Bureau. They are eunuchs, and they will all be dragged to the north of the city to repair the embankment for three months."
"What?" Jintang was furious, and was about to go out in the clothes, but Qu Feng gave him a hand, "Don't go, it's messy outside!"
"What are you doing!" Jin Tang stared at him, and Qu Feng hesitated for a while before saying, "Ying Society, you know, there was a meeting last night, and a message was released, and those who don't join the Yong Society from today onwards are eunuchs. There will be no place for the Fencers anymore."
"What does that have to do with the common people!"
That's right, why didn't Qu Feng understand: "Let's kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey, there must be a group of people who sacrifice the flag."