Chapter 15 Delicate Heart
Shen Sui raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "How can a couple live in two rooms? I am not going to do anything."
Wu Chun lowered her head and responded, pretending to be shy.
The night in the imperial capital was as cool as water. The evening breeze blew up a strand of Wu Chun's hair, brushed across Shen Sui's cheek, and raised a faint fragrance. Shen Sui lowered his eyes and glanced at Wu Chun. He saw that the girl's eyelashes were long and fluttered, like the charming moon tonight.
He turned his eyes away.
The craftsman's ironwork shop hung a paper lantern, the hazy light swayed in the wind, and the hot steam from the stove hit his face, making people squint slightly.
The fire burst like stars, making a sizzling sound.
Shen Sui put Wu Chun down.
His body was a little stiff, and he stood a few steps away from the pot that was spitting sparks, and then he stopped moving forward, his face slightly pale.
Wu Chun was not surprised.
Shen Sui had a secret that no one knew, he was afraid of fire.
In her previous life, when she took her to the palace in spring to celebrate her birthday, she had begged Shen Sui to buy her a firework to set off, and Shen Sui agreed. When lighting the fireworks, he stood behind and did not move forward. Until the fireworks were set off and bloomed, Shen Sui watched from a distance.
She thought Shen Sui did not like such noisy little things, but later when she saw him passing by artists performing fire acrobatics on the street, she also avoided them very far, and then she realized that Shen Sui was afraid of fire.
Thinking about it carefully, it is actually reasonable. After all, when Shen Sui was young and raised in Qingzhou, he encountered bandits who set fire to his house.
But... now there is only a smelting pot in front of him. The fire is blocked by the rammed earthenware wall. Only sporadic sparks splash out, and they are far away from him. There is no need to stay so far away, and even his face is not very good.
It seems that he is more afraid of fire than in his previous life.
Jiang Xuanning handed the silver bracelet to the craftsman.
Some of the Dali Temple officials who accompanied him stared at it, and some yawned.
Who knows if there are other materials melted in this bracelet?
How can you take the words of a little woman seriously?
As soon as the silver bracelet was thrown in, it was engulfed by the flames.
Different materials melt at different temperatures. Silver is not easy to melt. At least in the pot of the craftsman, pottery shards need to be added to concentrate the firepower to melt the silver. Therefore, if there are other materials, they will melt before silver.
Less than half a minute.
After the flames flickered a few times, the surface of the silver bracelet was shiny, and silver liquid flowed slowly!
Other materials were really added!
"Stop! Take it out!" Wu Chun suddenly shouted.
The people around were startled by her shout.
The craftsman held the pliers and clamped the bracelet from the flames.
Wu Chun said again: "Don't move!"
I really don't know what she is going to do.
The craftsman's hand stopped in mid-air, but he suddenly understood Wu Chun's intention, and his round face was full of surprise, "So that's it, so that's it!"
In the rough black iron pliers, the silver liquid flowing on the surface of the silver bracelet had not fallen yet, but had already solidified in mid-air. The hollow carved silver bracelet had no patterns at all, and the surface was rough and uneven.
Wu Chun looked at the melted part and breathed a sigh of relief.
The craftsman threw the bracelet into cold water, and the steam rose with a hiss.
Someone asked curiously, "What's going on?"
Wu Chun said, "Everyone present has worked in the Dali Temple for many years and must have seen all kinds of cases. You should all know that different materials melt at different temperatures, and you can use smelting to distinguish metals. I am not a craftsman, nor do I know much about minerals. It's just that my southern Xinjiang is rich in silver, and you can see merchants selling silver everywhere on the street. Silver is hard to come by, so there are unscrupulous merchants who cut corners and use other metals to melt silver together to make utensils, but sell them at the same price as silver."
"That's why people in southern Xinjiang are often cheated. My brother and I were once deceived by merchants who sold inferior products as good ones when we were traveling. Fortunately, we tracked down the case and arrested more than 20 merchants who were selling fake silver. You should have heard of the metal they used in silverware. It's called tin."
The silver bracelet had cooled down. The craftsman picked it up from the water and handed it to Jiang Xuanning. The officials immediately gathered around.
"Because tin looks similar to silver, both have a silvery luster. My brother and I have seen the shops where merchants get materials. The melting temperature of tin is much lower than that of silver. When craftsmen make it, they usually melt silver first and then melt tin. Molten tin solidifies easily at normal temperatures, so what melted and solidified first should be tin."
"No!" A more knowledgeable person retorted, "I have seen tin before, but the texture of tin is much softer than silver. I have seen my father sinter tin to bond metal materials. The tin block used to bond metal will leave marks if you pinch it with your fingernail! The melted part of this bracelet is clearly unmovable!"
Wu Chun smiled and gave the craftsman a look. The craftsman understood and said, "You don't know, we metalsmiths usually don't use pure metal materials. We need to mix several kinds of metal materials or add some soil to the metal to make equipment. After all, the texture of some metals is not suitable for use in daily life."
"Take the tin material for example. It's too soft. If it's used to make hairpins, the princess' thick hair would bend before it can be tied up. So, we usually add some other metals to the melted cast. Once mixed, the texture of the material changes! This bracelet feels so hard, it must be because other metals were added to the tin!"
"So that's how it is..."
"So that's the case..."
But even so, it can only mean that the part used to quench the poison is not silver, but other materials. How do you explain that it is related to the letter sent by the prince of Southern Xinjiang?
Some officials who thought more deeply suddenly understood!
Since the craftsman said that he would add some other materials to the metal, then every craftsman probably has his own recipe for the proportions of these materials.
But what if... there is a mineral that exists naturally here, and the material distribution ratio is the same as the metal distribution ratio in the tin material on this bracelet?
If such an ore can be found in the mineral vein in Nanjiang, which makes the tin hard and has the luster of silver, and melts in the same pot in the same time, then it means that the material of this bracelet is mostly from the Nanjiang mineral vein!
If Wu Chun had not been reborn, she actually didn't know that this mineral vein was only found in Nanjiang.
In the previous life, the emperor of Daliang exhausted all his manpower and could not find the source of material forging in Daliang.
Therefore, there is only one possibility - that is, the mineral vein is somewhere else!
Wu Chun wants to gamble, and the one she is betting on is the mineral vein in Nanjiang!
The officials were all furious. The princess consort was so smart. They had never thought of this. It turned out that they had underestimated her before.
Shen Sui had been standing aside, blocked by the crowd, and did not speak. Wu Chun could not see his expression clearly.
Until then, he came forward, took Wu Chun's hand, and said calmly, "Since you all know the strangeness of the silver bracelet, you might as well ask for permission from the emperor tomorrow to purchase half of the mine in Southern Xinjiang with a large sum of money. First, it is to investigate the case, and second, it is to calm the anger of the King of Southern Xinjiang. After all, the mine was stolen by the Liang people. What to do tomorrow, I think you all already know it very well."
It is indeed a wise move to purchase half of the mine in Southern Xinjiang with a large sum of money.
Once this memorial is submitted and the case is presented, the emperor will surely be overjoyed. Who knows who will be promoted.
Jiang Xuanning said, "Yes, Your Highness. Tomorrow I will make a memorial to Your Majesty in the joint name of the seven adults present at the Dali Temple. I will state the achievements of the Crown Princess in detail. As for what Your Highness said, I will also write it in the name of the adults. It is late today, Your Highness, please go to bed early. I will take my leave."
Shen Sui nodded.
Jiang Xuanning left without looking back, leaving behind a group of officials who had no complaints and could only stare at his back.
Is this man a fool? Seven people jointly submitted a memorial? Doesn't that mean no one can be promoted, and does the reward still have to be divided equally? !
The silver bracelet was taken back to the Dali Temple.
The stone in Wuchun's heart fell.
Things have become clear. It will take some time to mine from southern Xinjiang, but Concubine Liu's innocence may be preserved.
As for whether Empress Chen's fetus can be saved, it is not her business. The entire Imperial Hospital is probably in a state of panic.
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Shen Sui carried Wuchun to the inn and ordered a room with the most luxurious and spacious decoration.
The moon was above the willows, and curfew would be imposed soon. After Shen Sui put Wuchun down, he said, "Wait for me to come back," and went to an unknown place.
Wuchun sat on the bed, bored, and did not think of escaping. There were many people here, and it would not take much effort for Shen Sui to catch her.
After an incense stick, Shen Sui came back with a small jar and a small bottle in his hands.
"You are smart. Why didn't you realize it before?" Shen Sui sat down beside her and opened the jar. There was a brown paste inside. He dipped his fingertips in it and lifted Wu Chun's chin.
"What are you doing?" Wu Chun asked defensively.
Shen Sui pinched her chin and didn't let her move. "Since you understand pharmacology, how can you not see that this is medicine for wounds."
A cool touch came from her neck.
The ointment hurt a little when it entered the wound. She hissed slightly. Shen Sui paused with his fingertips and reduced the force.
In her previous life, she had always been the one who treated Shen Sui's injuries and boiled medicine. When she was sick herself, she would ask someone to get the prescription she had written, and she kept it to herself and didn't tell him.
So when Shen Sui applied the medicine to her, she was a little surprised. She was not used to Shen Sui doing things for her, and she always felt that he had ulterior motives towards her, as if there was a knife on her neck.
It was late, and many places were closed. She didn't know where he found the pharmacy.
If it was someone else who found and applied medicine for her, Wu Chun would definitely be grateful, but Shen Sui did it, and she was not moved at all.
What's the big deal? Who can't buy medicine and apply it? Can a little bit of goodness wipe out the past life?
Besides, he was the one who caused the injury in the first place, so it was only right for him to be responsible.
Wu Chun's eyes fell on Shen Sui's face.
His eyelashes drooped, and her snow-white neck was reflected in his eyes. His eyes are very beautiful, narrow and long, as cold as a blade, and the red tear mole is charming like a demon. If he smiles, the whole house will be filled with red sleeves waving. It's a pity that he doesn't smile much, and only has a gentle smile in front of people. Most of the time, he is a piece of ice that can't be melted.
In her previous life, she was deceived by such a pair of eyes.
I really want to dig them out.
Shen Sui raised his eyes and happened to meet her gaze.
Wu Chun looked away instantly.
Still couldn't escape Shen Sui's sharpness, he smiled, "Are your husband's eyes beautiful?"
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