Hundreds of elite hussars from Lingzhou escorted a troika into Liangzhou City. The leader was Han Laoshan, the deputy general of Nalingzhou. Afterwards, several riders watched his armor. , This made the people in the city along the way who witnessed this scene amazed, and they didn't know who or what was worthy of the Lingzhou military circle's mobilization, and "hollowed out" half of the general-level military officers in Lingzhou at once. Among the cavalry, there was one rider who stood out from the crowd. To be precise, he seemed to stand out from the crowd. Among the big horses with cold knives and iron armor and sharp spears, he was the only one wearing a civil official uniform. Escorting in a carriage, he glanced at the car window from time to time, with a sense of complacency in his eyes, which echoed Xu Weixiong's childhood saying that "the eyebrows hang so brightly". He is Wang Lvting, the head of the Golden Hazel Weaving Bureau. This time, he rushed to the Beiliang Palace, not because the weaving adults and villains were successful, but because the young Patriarch of the Zijin Wang family has indeed made a beautiful achievement, worthy of Lingzhou Lieutenant General Han Laoshan served as his saddle. Inside the troika, there was no precious gold or silver placed, nor was there any auspicious tribute to Qingliang Mountain, but three pieces of clothing.
After the golden thread weaving bureau changed its owner, Wang Lvting devoted himself to this matter. In the other jurisdictions of the Liyang Dynasty, the post of weaving officer was nothing more than a high-ranking spy, the eyes and ears of His Majesty the emperor. There is the great privilege of rushing five hundred miles to the imperial study. Wang Lvting was the weaving officer who was picked up by Beiliang himself after Li Xifeng retired and returned to his hometown. He has nothing to do with the talented and powerful emperor of the Zhao family. In addition to closely monitoring the Jianghu forces in Lingzhou, especially the rise of the Yulong Gang, Wang Lvting is more of a literal weaving officer, doing the work of mending clothes.
Inside the leading carriage, there were three women sitting, the oldest woman was only in her thirties, and a small red sandalwood gilt box was placed in the carriage. The youngest woman has a graceful figure and outstanding appearance. Although she is wearing the ice-coloured women's overalls custom-made by the Weaving Bureau, her thoughts can be seen in every detail. She bought it from Xi Niangzhai, and tied a jade pendant in the shape of a rock carved with fish, which symbolizes auspiciousness, on her wrist. This woman knew at a glance that she came from a wealthy official family. Compared with the other two women who had few accessories, there was a difference of one hundred thousand. Eight thousand miles. But this wealthy woman always talked and laughed with the elder female weaver, but she was the most difficult for the woman surnamed Xu. Of course, those tricks were under the counter, and they would definitely not be annoying to others. The young woman didn't know why she was so hostile to the little widow from a poor background, anyway, she didn't feel comfortable looking at it, probably because the girl from the Xu family's chest was even more "unbalanced" than her own, maybe she was obviously a country girl and had a The vulgar woman who dragged the oil bottle's son actually attracted more attention from the men than herself in the golden thread weaving bureau, just like a confidant of the weaving officer who was blind and fell in love with this little woman at first sight. Like ecstasy soup, he even pushed back the marriage that the family had already agreed upon, threatening not to marry the wife of the Xu family, and said that as long as the woman nodded, he was willing to marry the right matchmaker, and he didn't mind her past, and would even treat her His son is regarded as his own. Not only this scholar who has read sage books for 20 years, but also a military general in Lingzhou who is about to become a captain in his early thirties. The young woman in the carriage couldn't help resenting the injustice of the world. The vixen surnamed Xu exuded a rustic air all over his body, and his appearance was brilliant, but he couldn't be considered amazing. Could it be true? A ghost that walked out of the deep mountains and wild forests, otherwise why would everyone be crazy about those men
She glanced at the woman who slandered Xu Huli, and then said with a smile to the older woman: "Sister Song, when I was young, I heard from my father that he once went to Qingliang Mountain, and at that time he still went hand in hand with Liu Junshou. My father even told us about our young prince’s birthday party, and the general stepped down from his seat to drink a glass of green ant wine with them.”
The older woman echoed with a smile: "Zao'er, who doesn't know that your father is a God of Wealth in Lingzhou, it is also a matter of ironing to be able to go to the palace for a while. Zao'er, you have a good literary talent. Your Excellency went to Qingliang Mountain, maybe he caught a glimpse of the prince, and accidentally became a popular female bachelor of Wutong Academy, don't forget Sister Song when the time comes."
The young woman who was nicknamed Zao'er covered her mouth and said with a smile: "With my sister's auspicious words, female academics really don't dare to expect extravagantly. It is a great blessing that Zao'er can be a little maid for that prince."
The little girl Xu Qing who left her hometown and entered the weaving bureau had an indifferent expression, unwilling to interfere with the singing and harmony of the two girls beside her. In fact, for some reason, she has been selected by the Youzhou government as her female red embroiderer, together with a dozen or so ingenious women in other states and counties. In Furao Lingzhou, she can only explain that she had this inexplicable opportunity to sew some small personal items for her daughter's home for the official women in Youzhou when she was in her hometown in Daomaguan at that time. In fact, she was reluctant to go to Lingzhou at first. Her son You Song was still young, and the family had few fields, but she couldn't delay. But Mrs. Lizheng in the village spoke up, saying that it was a great honor for Zhaojia Village. As long as she went to the Lingzhou Weaving Bureau, the village would not only waive You Song’s private school fees, but also ask neighbors to help take care of her family’s crops. It is a great thing that You Song can live with the teacher. Even so, there is no worries, Xu Qing still asked You Song, the child is sensible, although he is in love with his mother from the bottom of his heart, he patted his chest and said that it is okay, mother to go Lingzhou is the case, he can take care of himself, and he promises that when his mother comes back, he can recite all the "three hundred thousand" by heart.
When Xu Xiaoniang thought of her sensible child, her heart felt warm, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
Zao'er squinted at the smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, and felt resentful in her heart, this fox looks just like that, but it is this kind of silent and inwardly charming that can most seduce a man's heart. It's not that she doesn't want to learn, but she can't learn it anyway, and finally she can only give up resentfully.
Zao'er was completely out of sight, and proudly said to the plain-looking Sister Song: "Sister Song, the three pieces of python robes and phoenix garments made by the weaving bureau are naturally for our princes to wear, and the other two are presumably It was bought for the two concubines. My father once had a happy dinner with a senior steward of the Lu family. At the beginning of the year, the steward privately said that their young lady might not be able to become the concubine, but the three sides have always been divorced. Yang Zongfan has a long-standing rule that even if the lady of the Lu family is not the main concubine, she is also the first concubine among the side concubines, and the one from the Wang family of Chunshen Lake must be in the back. Sister Song, you have heard this before. Now, don’t tell anyone, you’ll be in big trouble.”
That elderly woman knew that no matter how small the matter of the "emperor's family" was, it was more important than the heinous affairs of the ordinary people, how dare she gossip about such secret matters, she was startled when she heard it, and she was surprised by this Zao'er who was supposed to be her subordinate The girl became more and more respectful, thinking that in the past, she would occasionally put on airs in front of her. Shouldn't this trip to the palace be a little tricky to make up for it? The specifications of the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau are roughly the same as those of the major weaving bureaus of the Liyang Dynasty. Except for the non-existent silk machine room among the three major workshops, the other two are exactly the same. There are more than 600 temporary households who come here, and there are more than 400 looms. Chief Weaving Officer Wang Lvting is said to be a big celebrity in front of the King of Xinliang. She doesn't know whether it is true or not, but the big figures from both the Lingzhou local government office and the Yulong Gang dare not not sell Mr. Wang a bit of face, making the Weaving Bureau in Lingzhou All the affairs of her work are in harmony with each other, which makes her, the little female official of the silk workshop, feel very honored, and she is no longer like Li Xifeng in the past when he was in charge of the weaving bureau.
The reason why she didn't reject that foreign girl Xu Qing with that Zao'er was because she hid a secret in her heart. She once saw Mr. Weaving King reprimanding others in a secluded place with her own eyes. The Commander-in-Chief of the military power of the county, the well-reputed general seed brother is slightly older than Mr. Wang, and at first he wanted to refute a few words, but she didn't know what Mr. Wang said, and she saw the captain's face changed drastically. . When the Captain, who usually walks like a wolf and a tiger, left, she looked like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, and she lost her soul. Since then, the captain never came to the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau to pester the little widow Xu Qing. She secretly guessed that the little woman Xu Qing was either the lucky one who was hidden in the golden house of the weaving king Lvting himself, or was imprisoned by a certain big man behind the scenes in Lingzhou. Some rural women from the Youzhou border were easily sent to the hot Lingzhou Weaving Bureau, and they received only double salaries. The key is that Xu Qing never knew the truth, and always thought that she was treated the same as other female craftsmen .
Xu Qing, who was sitting upright, took advantage of the time when the two girls were chatting, and secretly stretched out her finger, and gently stroked the sandalwood box with her fingertips. It was only after she entered the weaving bureau that she realized that there are some woods in the world that are worth more than human lives. Inch gold.
She has never understood this world.
She thought that after completing the task this time, she would pluck up the courage to talk to the head master of the silk workshop where she was, and ask her if she could take leave to go home to see the children and see how the crops are harvesting.
Xu Qing had no reason to think of the clothes in the three boxes. It was really jaw-dropping. The chief expert said to Wang Zhizao when the work was completed. According to the normal process and manpower of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, let alone three clothes It took three years for the python robe that the king of Beiliang wanted to wear, and it might not be better than the golden thread weaving bureau. Xu Qing has no doubts about this. She personally participated in the process and knows the hardships better than anyone else. Dozens of people in each process, from the chief master to the lowest craftsman, almost everyone has to work for more than eight hours a day. , so the weaving bureau was brightly lit every night, and her hand couldn't remember being punctured hundreds of times. There are nine drafts of the python robe from the masters who painted dragons, each of which is lifelike and daunting. She has only seen the selected one, and she dare not look at the python dragon in the painting. The draft is ready to swallow clouds and fog. Xu Qing is one of the many flower pickers. This boa robe is the most precious makeup flower in Yunjin. It has reached an astonishing number of 1,800 flower picks without precedent. And even if you pick one wrong, your success will fall short and you will have to start all over again. Furthermore, there was a famous female craftsman who had a good relationship with Xu Qing before, and because she picked the wrong one, Wang Zhizao, who came here after hearing the news, almost ordered her to be beaten to death on the spot. The female craftsman unexpectedly escaped, but she also lost her status as an official craftsman and was expelled from the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau.
For the three pieces of clothing, Xu Qing, who was ingenious and handy, was lucky enough to help pick the flowers, especially the black embroidered golden python robe, with eighteen golden pythons. After it was formed, it was really rare and noble in the world. Even a village woman like Xu Qing who considers herself ignorant and ignorant dares to say that apart from His Majesty the emperor sitting on the dragon chair in Tai'an City, there is no other vassal king in the world with a python robe comparable to her.
As for the two "wedding dresses" for the future princess of Beiliang, Xu Qing didn't have much emotion, and he would never be like Zao Er who would be swayed by just looking at them, thinking how good it would be if he wore them.
The captain of the horse drove straight in and came to the foot of Qingliang Mountain. Wang Lvting was relieved. This time there were more than 20 people accompanying the Weaving Bureau, but not everyone was lucky enough to step into the Wangfu to gain knowledge. Three carriages, three boxes and three pieces of clothing, each with three female craftsmen protecting the red sandalwood boxes. Wang Lvting had already planned that there could only be one woman in each carriage. For a future princess to "try on clothes", the boa robe is undoubtedly the most important thing. The female craftsman named Situ Huazao, her father spent countless favors and a total of six thousand taels of silver to get it from a master master, Wang Lvting With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he wanted to dress the King of Beiliang based on this
After Wang Lvting dismounted, he opened the roll call and who was responsible for carrying the boxes into the mansion in the two cars. The two women who were selected were so excited that tears filled their eyes immediately. Wang Lvting is very relieved of the city girls who are full of eyes and will do such extravagant activities. Then on the side of the first carriage, Wang Lvting, the weaving master, looked at the little-known Xu Qing with deep meaning, stretched out his finger and pointed at her, and said nothing more. Xu Qing was stunned on the spot. She always thought that it was Situ Huazao, the proud girl of heaven, who was going to try on clothes for the young King of Beiliang, but she never thought it would be herself, and she was at a loss for a while. Wang Luting frowned, if it was someone else, he would have been furious, but since it was her, Wang Luting became more patient for the first time, glanced at Xu Qing lightly, and stopped to wait for her.
The reason for this is that Wang Luting knows better. The origin of this little widow is very simple, but the man behind the scenes who sent her into his Wang Luting's site is Wang Luting, who is the leader in gold thread weaving, and he must never be offended!
Youzhou General Huangfu Scale!
This master is truly the confidant of the King of Beiliang.
Compared with this famous ruthless man in Beiliang, he, Wang Lvting, was willing to bow down to him, no matter in terms of his level of cultivation in Gongmen or his level of ruthlessness.
Wang Lvting always thought that the little woman from Daumaguan in Yanzhi County was the woman Huangfu Cheng was looking for.
So he did not hesitate to pinch his nose and treat each other with courtesy.
Naturally, Wang Luting didn't know that the Youzhou general didn't dare to be rude when he saw the little widow.
Xu Qing bit the bullet, holding the not-heavy red sandalwood box, followed everyone into the palace in a daze.
Along the way, Xu Qing forgot to take a look at the famous Tingchao Lake that moved the world. In the weaving bureau, people often talked about the lake, and they would be full of longing, using words from hearsay, and exaggerating to describe the scene of tens of thousands of carp rolling in Tingchao Lake.
Wang Luting climbed the mountain slowly, and first delivered the two boxes to the gates of the two elegant courtyards.
Finally, under the leadership of the big housekeeper, they walked to a higher and extremely inconspicuous courtyard.
Not Wutongyuan.
It was actually the residence of Xu Xiao, the old king of Liang!
Even Wang Lvting, who was mentally tough, was also taken aback.
Chief Wang Lvting exhaled, and whispered: "Xu Qing, be smart and natural. If you are really nervous, I can let you stay outside the courtyard for a while, and then go in when your hands and feet are not stiff."
Xu Qing's face turned pale, and he hugged the box. After being told by Mr. Weaving, he became more and more trembling, as if he was about to cry.
The one inside is the King of Beiliang! She has never even met a high official like the county magistrate once in her life, can she not be extremely nervous
Wang Lvting looked at her embarrassment and was a little annoyed. He knew that Situ Huazao should have been the one to carry the box. At least that woman is ambitious and courageous, so she must not be so timid. As for her restlessness, what is it in this palace where father and son have different surnames from the Liyang Dynasty
The steward of the Wangfu who led the way was still smiling, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to urge him, but Wang Luting was familiar with people and the world, and he knew very well that he had been implicated by Xu Qing. Entering Qingliang Mountain again, unless the King of Beiliang summoned him, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
The chief steward would not care about anything with that woman, but in the heart of this well-deserved big shot in Beiliang, as Wang Luting expected, he felt a little disgusted with Wang Luting's Zijin Wang family and the whole golden thread weaving bureau.
Wang Lvting sighed inwardly as he watched Xu Qing's panic increase instead of decrease.
The butler narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways at the young Weaving Master, then turned his head and smiled at the woman: "Girl, it's okay, our prince is the most talkative person in the world, so go in at ease, it doesn't matter if you do something wrong How about we make a bet? If the prince says something serious to you, I will give you ten taels of silver after you come out. If the prince is really as I said, so easy to talk and talk, girl, you have to give me ten taels of silver. How about two silver coins?"
Xu Qing finally felt a little more relaxed, biting his lip and nodding his head, no longer wondering where to put his hands and feet.
The butler smiled slightly, and helped to push open the courtyard door, and then gently closed it after she crossed the threshold.
Then, Xu Qing saw a young figure standing alone under a loquat tree that was still green in autumn.
The loquat tree is lonely, and he is also lonely.
Xu Qing froze for a moment, then blinked his eyes, thinking that he was delusional, but after blinking vigorously, he still found it unbelievable.
Why is his figure so similar to that young master who passed through Daomaguan twice
When the man turned around, Xu Qing immediately felt relieved, but when she saw his eyes, she was worried again.
The appearance is not the same person, but the eyes and eyes are too similar.
Xu Qing was dumbfounded.
Knowing that the unattainable young vassal king in front of her was destined to be that person, but at this moment, she thought of that person very inappropriately, and really missed him.
The little girl Xu Qing knew that she shouldn't be like this, but she was like this.
Xu Fengnian was actually taken aback for a moment, but he quickly figured out the reason, and it was definitely Huangfu Cheng's superfluous action. But that's the end of the matter, and he doesn't want to say anything more.
Walking up to her, took the box, and said calmly: "I can just dress myself, you just wait in the yard, leave after burning incense, and tell Wang Lvting outside the door, the king said, the python robe is not bad .Also, tell him not to leave the palace in a hurry."
Xu Qing nodded blankly, not knowing if he had listened.
Xu Fengnian turned around and smiled.
When he walked up the steps, there was a timid but definitely the most daring voice in the woman's life: "Mr. Xu?"
He didn't stop.
Her face was flushed, and her head was covered with sweat. A few strands of hair from the sideburns stuck to her cheeks. She raised her arms and wiped them secretly.
She smiled happily, it wasn't him.
Not good.
If not, maybe we can see each other again.
She still owes him money.
He said it was 1,500 taels of silver and asked her to pay it back in fifty years.
She herself didn't want to admit it, but she agreed to go to the Golden Thread Weaving Bureau because she heard him say that she was a scholar in Lingzhou for a study tour.
In the room, the light was a little dim, and Xu Fengnian put on the python robe that clearly violated the royal etiquette.
It fits very well.
Just like when Xu Xiao put on his dress.