Wang Linfu sat on the carpet with a charcoal brazier in front of him.
Wang Lin gently roasted a bunch of potatoes cut into slices wrapped in iron on the fire pot, and a faint fragrance gradually spread out.
Wang Lin looked at Zhu Lian, who was standing quietly on one side. His pretty face was pale and pale, but there was a hint of blush lingering on it.
"Madam, come, sit down and talk." Wang Lin patted his side with one hand.
Zhu Lian hesitated for a while, then walked over and sat down.
Wang Lin roasted it for a while, then used chopsticks to take out the roasted potato slices, placed them on a plate, and then sprinkled them with a little sugar.
One of the main products of Bohai Company.
A pound of sugar has been sold for ten dollars.
Of course, ordinary people will not buy it and cannot afford it.
Wang Lin picked up a piece of potato, blew it carefully, and handed it to Zhu Lian's mouth.
"Madam, eat it!" Zhu Lian's face turned redder, but she couldn't refuse.
She chewed it in small mouths, and Wang Lin asked lightly: "Is it delicious? Is it sweet?"
Zhu Lian nodded.
"This is white sugar. The ancient recipe I researched can refine the sugar into something as white as jade. The price is not cheap. A pound of sugar has already been sold for ten guan."
A look of surprise appeared on Zhu Lian's face: "I have never tasted sugar as white as snowflakes in the palace. It costs ten guan per catty. It is so expensive that only the rich and powerful can afford it."
"I heard that the prince also made a kind of snowflake salt, which is very expensive..."
"Yes. There are many other gadgets, and they are very popular. Not only in the Song Dynasty, but also in Liao, Jin, Goryeo and other overseas countries. The Fusang people even exchanged silver for white sugar and snowflake salt from Bohai merchants."
"There is no other way. There are one hundred thousand soldiers fighting against the tiger, and the military pay provided by the court is just a drop in the bucket. Currently, a lot of arrears are in arrears. The Ministry of Revenue cannot count on it, so I can only raise it myself. So, I can only do this for the time being."
"When the world is stable and there are no more wars, I will disclose these secret recipes so that everyone in the world, including traffickers and foot soldiers, can afford sugar and snowflake salt. I think that will be a very happy thing."
Zhu Lian's eyes rolled with brilliance.
She knew what Wang Lin meant by what he just said, that he was giving up a mountain of gold and silver, but she believed that he would keep his word.
For the happiness of all people in the world.
Wang Lin was chatting and laughing, holding the plate, and occasionally giving Zhu Lian a piece of potato slices dipped in sugar. Seeing that the beauty's face was finally no longer as gloomy as before, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel relieved.
Wang Lin hugged her tentatively.
Zhu Lian was trembling all over.
Fortunately, Wang Lin's actions stopped here.
"You have lost a lot of weight. You need to eat more in the future." Wang Lin said softly.
Zhu Lian's face turned red. She recalled that day in her bedroom in the East Palace, Wang Lin, an uninvited guest, broke in and suddenly hugged her.
Humph, he was indeed a deceitful disciple, and at that time he wanted to plot against the slave.
But there was no annoyance in her heart at the moment, only a touch of joy.
She gradually relaxed and put her head on Wang Lin's chest, and the two hugged each other quietly. Although they didn't say another word, it was worth a thousand words.
Zhu Lian fell asleep quietly in Wang Lin's arms.
Wang Lin gently picked her up, walked into the inner room, placed her on the bed, took the brocade quilt and covered her with it, and then retreated.
Zhu Lian slowly opened her beautiful eyes, and two tears rolled down leisurely.
In fact, if Wang Lin wanted it, she would not refuse it. She had already made preparations just now.
However, Wang Lin did not take possession of her body in her most difficult moment.
Zhu Lian slowly closed her eyes, and the sweetness floating in her heart quickly made her fall into a deep sleep. She had not slept so relaxedly for a long time.
…
Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
All the girls are here, even Hu Sanniang and Hua Rui, who used to lead the troops in the military camp, are back.
Li Shishi smiled and said: "Sister Yan'er, sister Jinlian, sister Zhenniang, sister Yulou, sister Qingzhao, and our two female generals, my husband has a new masterpiece today, Xijiao came out from the study, please read it to everyone.
Listen."
Han Yan smiled and said nothing.
Pan Jinlian was indifferent.
"Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of the Ancient Jue Jue Ci"
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that old hearts are easy to change. After the words of Lishan have passed through the midnight, the tears, rain and bells will not complain in the end. How unlucky is the man in Jinyi, Biyi
Lian Zhi wishes for that day."
Master Li's voice was soft, and after chanting, the girls behaved in different ways.
Because Han Yan had already read it, she didn't show too many strange expressions. Although she was shocked when she first read it, and was moved by Zhu Lian's desolate situation.
Pan Jinlian's poetry background is considered to be the worst among the girls. She can only guess that Lin Lang wrote this poem "Zhu Lian", and its intention is to comfort, advise, and pity. As for the deep meaning in it, she has not the slightest idea.
Incomprehensible.
Meng Yulou didn't like poetry. She only heard that the words were quite sad, but she didn't understand the meaning.
Although Huarui and Hu Sanniang are both civil and military, they have cheerful personalities and seldom indulge in poetry and pathos, so they have little feeling for this poem.
But after hearing this, Li Qingzhao lowered his head silently and couldn't help but burst into tears.
If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but it is said that the heart of an old friend is easy to change. These four sentences directly touched the hidden pain deep in her heart.
She has a sentimental temperament by nature. Thinking of the past, the closeness, alienation, estrangement and even breakdown between herself and that person, she can't help herself for a moment.
Li Shishi hurriedly comforted and said: "Sister Qingzhao, why should I be sad? I actually understand the purpose of my husband's words, which is to persuade Madam Zhu to forget the past as soon as possible and live a good life in the future. Why should I shed tears for someone who is so heartless and unlucky?
?Use a sharp sword to cut through the mess and make a decisive decision!"
Li Qingzhao choked up and said: "There are many ancient Juejue poems, such as Baitou Yin, Tang Yuanzhen's "Three Juejue Ci", etc., but Xianggong's poem is full of literary talent and penetrating, and it can be said to be the best in ancient and modern times. The so-called deep love means deep hatred.
, In this world, it is often easy to persuade others, but difficult to persuade oneself. People's hearts are fickle, and lovers can instantly turn into heartless guests..."
"After Qingzhao read it carefully, in addition to feeling the unpredictable state of the world, I also feel lucky. Unfortunately in this life, I have to meet a heartless and heartless person, but how lucky is I to meet such a good person like my husband in this life."
The girls sighed.
At this time, I heard that Zhang Zhenniang was also crying and fell into Jin'er's arms, and she was comforted again.
But Zhang Zhenniang was not as sad as Li Qingzhao because of her poems. She just sympathized with Zhu Lian's miserable situation and contacted her, so she couldn't control it for a moment.
"Sister Zhenniang, please stop crying, be careful with the child." Hua Rui always had the best relationship with Zhang Zhenniang, so she quickly stood up, hugged Zhang Zhenniang and comforted her softly.
Pan Jinlian also stood up and walked over and said softly: "Sister Zhenniang, Lin Lang often said, the past is past, we must look forward and live in the present. You must take care of yourself with peace of mind. When we are old, we will have children under our knees."
How happy it must be to have a daughter and husband-in-law by your side!"
Hu Sanniang also stood up with a smile and changed the topic: "When I see my husband tomorrow, I will ask him to write a poem for me and sister Rui'er, singing about female generals like us!"
Hua Rui smiled: "Isn't it true? Didn't my husband say in the tent that day that Hua Mulan, the heroine of the heroine, should hurry up and whip Sanniang?!"
Hu Sanniang's face turned red and she sighed.
Hua Rui then realized that she had slipped her words and quickly covered it up.
Li Shishi sighed: "My husband's poetry is unparalleled in ancient times and today, and it is definitely not an exaggeration. The poem I gave to my sister Qingzhao before you gave birth to me, and I gave birth to you will never grow old. I don't know how many lovers were moved to hide their faces and shed tears, but this poem about Mulan...
If you come out, I'm afraid it will arouse the anger of all the women in the world, and we will fight against those heartless and unfaithful men!"
"My family has a great talent like my husband, who is as good as Su Shi, and a talented woman like Sister Qingzhao. If these two work together, I don't know how many immortal masterpieces will be produced. Even our sisters will be honored together, and our names will go down in history."
Li Qingzhao's face turned red.
Immediately, tenderness arose in my heart, and I silently recited, "You have given birth to me before I was born, and I have given birth to you and I will never grow old." I couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Han Yan suddenly interjected: "Sister, please don't be sour. Didn't my husband also give you a song to fish on the same day?"
Except for Li Qingzhao, most of the girls didn't know this and all looked at Master Li.
There was a hint of shyness on Master Li's pretty face, but she still recited it generously:
"Moreover, after several storms, spring has returned in a hurry. I cherish the spring and am afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless falling reds. Spring will stay, and the grass will have no return. I resent the spring without saying a word. I can only be diligent,
Paint the spider webs on the eaves, and the catkins will fly all over Yogyakarta."
"In the case of a long-term family member, the wedding date was planned but it was wrong. There was once someone who was jealous of me. Even if I buy a prime minister with a lot of money, who can complain about this feeling? Don't dance. If you don't see me, the jade rings and flying swallows will be dust! Idle sorrow is the most painful! Stop leaving.
Leaning on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is setting, and the smoke and willows are breaking the heart."
Li Shishi sighed quietly: "It was Xianggong's fish-catching song that made me wake up from my dream. Beauty grows old and disappears in a blink of an eye. If I hadn't met Lin Lang at that time, I would..."
"Later, Cai Jingzi came to Fan Tower and wanted to be rude to the slave. At that time, the slave had fallen in love with Lin Lang and made a covenant. He would rather die than be humiliated... I killed the thief with one knife, burned Pan Tower, and wiped out all the past.
bury……"
Li Shishi gently told the truth about the day when Fan Tower was reduced to ashes.
In fact, many girls knew about this, but it was still so thrilling to hear Master Li talk about it himself.
Li Qingzhao nodded slowly from the side. These women around my husband are actually rare and rare women in the world. They dare to love, hate, and act. Being one of them is already a great blessing. With so many people gathered together, what's the point?
More than just three lifetimes of luck?
Master Li felt inexplicable.
Seeing that Master Li also looked sad, Han Yan quickly smiled and said: "I was in the capital, and I heard at that time that my husband also had a poem that ruined the reputation of Zhou Bangyan, a famous scholar...Yicui, tell everyone!"
"The seventeenth-year-old bride has pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks spend the night in pairs, and a pear tree presses the begonia."
Yicui walked out with her hands behind her back and imitated Wang Lin's posture.
"Pfft!" Hua Rui laughed.
Hu Sanniang burst out laughing.
Master Li suppressed his laughter and said: "That old guy is really shameless. He comes to Fanlou for half of a month and is obsessed with the slave. The slave says that Master Zhou is so disrespectful to him."