Chapter 132: Master of Counterfeit? Four pairs of tiger talismans
That night, He Zhaojun personally re-molded the tiger talisman with beeswax, breaking countless of them before finally finding one that looked the most intact. Her fingers were burned and blistered, but she didn't bother to bandage them.
The main thing is that if the mold fails to form, her fingertips will disappear, which means that the fake tiger talisman will be discovered. She can only redo it until it meets the standards of the original.
"Sister, what's that sweet smell in your room? Are you secretly eating honey?" He Yuan woke up in the middle of the night and smelled the distinct aroma of honey in He Zhaojun's room. He was immediately tempted and waited at the door eagerly.
He Zhaojun put down what she was holding: "I told you not to eat it. Your teeth are all black. If you eat so many sweets before going to bed, you will become a toothless old woman!"
He Yuan uttered an "oh," thinking he might be drowsy, and was led back to his room by Fu's mother. Seeing that everyone had left, He Zhaojun beckoned over a guard at the door.
"Send this model to the Ruijin Banner barracks and find the best craftsman there. Tell him to cast it for me by noon tomorrow using magnetite. I don't need it to be exactly the same, but slight imperfections are fine. Go quickly."
The man nodded, and disappeared into the night after a few jumps. Only then did He Zhaojun feel the pain in her fingertips. She quickly took a sewing needle, heated it over the lamp, and pricked the blisters on her fingertips one by one.
Well, now we have someone made the "He's Tiger Tally" that can be mistaken for the real thing and deceive the Little Yue Hou. As long as we replace it with the real tiger talisman before it is stolen, the one that the Little Yue Hou stole will be a fake.
But how can we get rid of the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess?
He Zhaojun thought about it all night, but still hadn't come up with a solution until the next day, with dark circles under her eyes. The Queen wouldn't send them there again today. They were probably staring intently at the tiger talisman, so how would she get a chance to make a move?
She hadn't noticed that it was already quite late today, and she had missed the time to tell Wenzi to stand up. She had absentmindedly walked out of the room, and nearly fell when getting into the carriage. Someone behind her held her knees firmly and carried her into the carriage.
"Why is it so late today? Do I have to come down to find you?" Wen Ziduan stood under the car and looked at her.
He Zhaojun perked up: "Why aren't you wearing court clothes today? Are you going to the Yue Concubine's palace?"
Wen Ziduan nodded: "Yes, the wedding date is approaching, and my mother asked me to go to the palace today to give her some instructions."
Hearing the wedding date was approaching, He Zhaojun was stunned. "So soon?" In the original play, due to the twists and turns in the story and emotional fluctuations between Yi Shang and Shang, the wedding was delayed for five years.
She didn't know how to start, and struggled all the way. When Wen Ziduan spoke to her, she responded insincerely, mumbling and humming, not knowing what she was saying. Finally, as they were about to reach the palace gate, she gritted her teeth and stopped in front of Wen Ziduan.
"Then, can you help me...help me stop the prince and the crown princess for a while?" It was the first time that He Zhaojun asked Wen Ziduan for help, and she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"Hmm?" Wen Zi tilted her head to look at her. If she remembered correctly, this was the first time she said the word "help".
Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, He Zhaojun thought she had gone too far and quickly waved her hand, "Forget it, forget it. I'll go ask Shao Shang for help... I'd rather not trouble the Third Prince."
Wen Ziduan hooked the clothes on the back of her neck and pulled her back in front of him: "Okay."
He Zhaojun was stunned: "You didn't even ask me what I wanted to do, and you agreed?" She looked incredulous. After all, Wen Ziduan's personality was that he would not do anything without profit, so he would naturally not do anything that was not beneficial.
Wen Ziduan saw what she was thinking and hid the helplessness in his eyes: "How are you going to repay me?"
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