Meng Yiqiu was in a bad mood and frowned, "Why are you panicking? What's the matter?"
Meng Si said: "Didn't the embroiderer Zhao Chengye married a few days ago hold a banquet for embroidery yesterday? I heard that she criticized our embroidered clothes for the 'ten faults' at the banquet, and said that she left the Meng family just to avoid being involved in corruption with us and to restore the reputation of embroidery. I don't know how she instigated them, but now these embroiderers are all saying that our embroidered clothes are vulgar and not worthy of being displayed in a refined hall... Now they have set up ten embroidered screens opposite us to compete with us!"
Meng Yiqiu's face turned cold: "Hong Shizhu?"
"Yes," Meng Si said, "This concubine of his is called Hong Shizhu. Could she really be someone from our Meng family?"
Meng Yiqiu sneered: "No wonder!"
No wonder when he went to the shop yesterday, that idiot stood at the door for no apparent reason, neither entering nor leaving. He just smiled at him in a creepy way and said, "I told you I'd make you regret it!"
Then she walked away with her chin raised, and he thought she was possessed by a demon!
Zhao Ji and Meng Shi had always been at odds with each other for decades. The imperial court had previously set up a weaving bureau in Jinling Prefecture, but it was withdrawn more than ten years ago. Many craftsmen in the weaving bureau were released. Zhao Ji got the news quickly and supported these craftsmen.
After all, the Weaving Bureau is "exclusively for the royal family", so Zhao Ji's status in the embroidery shop has always been high. Now, he is actually confronting them head-on.
Because the weather waits for no one, the people of the Meng family are learning the craft while at the same time they have been receiving a steady stream of embroidered clothes and sweaters, which are selling very well. This must be an eyesore to Zhao Ji!
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Zhao Chengye is also a fool. Why doesn't he think about the fact that by doing this, he is directly offending those noble ladies who bought his embroidered clothes?
Meng Yiqiu suddenly thought of something, and said directly: "Okay, you go down first."
Meng Si was stunned: "Then this..."
"Don't bother with him!" Meng Yiqiu waved his hands impatiently. Seeing that he was still waiting there stupidly, he simply raised his hand and pushed him out, then closed the door.
Then he happily spread out the paper.
Humph! This time I am not writing to you. It is your embroidered clothes that have a problem. If you don't take care of it, who will?
He picked up his pen and wrote: "A Yue Fang Jian..."
The Meng family had their own communication channels, which were faster than the post station. So within a few days, Meng Yiqiu received a reply. As soon as he opened it, he knew it was not written by her, but the tone was definitely hers. It was only a few lines, without even a greeting:
"Why do some people just never learn their lesson? Do they have to put their faces forward for us to slap? You don't have to worry about this. I calculated that in a few days, someone will slap us in the face. By the way, the unlucky kid who married this embroiderer will also share her happiness and face with her. If you want to do something by the way, you can do it as soon as possible. The fun of hitting a drowning dog is not always available."
Young Master Meng read these few sentences over and over again for more than ten times.
This young lady is so arrogant that it makes people feel itchy.
Young Master Meng finally groaned and covered his face with his hands. He silently imagined what a young lady would look like when she said these words, then stood up suddenly and went straight to his grandmother, saying, "Grandma, I want to get married!"
Of course, Tang Shiyue's words were not just bragging.
She had already written a letter to Yandong before this.
As for the cotton seeds, she had promised Yandong to give him half of them, so she took out about ten acres of cotton seeds, some new cotton, a plough, and a few newly developed embroidered clothes. She wrote a letter by hand and asked someone to send it to Chang'an.
At about the same time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince received these things from Sheng Qi.
The letter was quite long. After reading it, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said, "The Zhuangzi I mentioned before..."
Halfway through his speech, he suddenly paused, frowned slightly, and read the letter over and over again, pondering it carefully, and then said, "You guys get ready first. Wang Chaoqing, bring your things and follow me to see the emperor."
When I got outside the Imperial Study, I could still hear Emperor Ming Yan cursing: "What a bunch of bastards! Scheming against each other, fighting openly and secretly! What do you think of my kingdom?"
The prince paused.
Gu Jiuxing's apprentice Li Dequan was standing by the door, winking at him. Emperor Ming Yan inside had already asked, "Who's coming?"
Li Dequan quickly bowed and was about to speak, and the prince smiled through the window and said, "Father, it's my son."
Emperor Ming Yan seemed a little depressed: "Come in."
The prince went in and greeted him. Emperor Mingyan asked, "What's the matter?"
The prince smiled and said, "It was the little Fu Niang I mentioned before. She wrote a letter to me. I found it quite interesting and laughed a lot, so I dared to bring it here for you to enjoy together..."
He pretended to cough and said, "Is it a bad omen for me, my son? Is my father angry with someone? If my father is not in the mood to see you, my son will go back."
Emperor Mingyan snorted: "If I really want to be angry with these people, how can I be angry enough!" He glanced at him and said: "What did you write that is worth you taking it out?"
The prince smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just think it's simple and interesting, and I hope your Majesty just enjoys it." He handed it over with both hands.
Emperor Ming Yan was used to reading memorials, and as soon as he opened it, he couldn't help but frown: "This handwriting... is really hurtful to the eyes."
The prince laughed and said, "She has only been learning calligraphy for less than half a year, and she doesn't do it for three days and rests for two days. You can just treat her as a three-year-old child."
"Three-year-old?" Emperor Ming Yan said, "What you wrote when you were three was much better than this!"
The prince laughed: "I am the son of the emperor. I have been taught by him since I was young. How can I be the same as her?"
Emperor Ming Yan felt comfortable listening to this. He smiled, shook his head, and continued reading.
In fact, once you get used to it, this calligraphy is much better than those tiny calligraphy. Although it is ugly, the characters are large and it is very easy to read. Emperor Ming Yan said as he read it: "Just by looking at this handwriting, you can tell that it must be a naughty person. The writing is obviously quite delicate, but the last stroke always makes a mess."
The prince laughed but said nothing. Emperor Mingyan asked again, "From this tone, does she really not know your identity?"
"I don't know," the prince said proudly, "my son pretended very well! Otherwise, why would even Nian Yang come to my house?"
Emperor Ming Yan laughed: "This is not a good thing!"
He had originally thought it was just a joke, chatting with the prince while watching it, but gradually he became more interested.
The entire letter is written in plain language, without any fancy words. But because of this, the tone and mood seem to jump out of the page, as if they were really sitting together and chatting, and the quirky young lady in front of them is vivid.
When I read halfway through, I just thought it was soft and cute, but when I read further, Emperor Ming Yan's expression gradually became serious.
The prince just drank tea and waited, watching Emperor Ming Yan's expression change from disgust to relief, to a knowing smile, and then to seriousness again.
He was not surprised.
This young lady seemed to have a unique charm. The handwriting of the letter was simple and crude, the text was rough, and there were even many typos. But once you look closely, the brilliant thoughts in it make all these seem unimportant.
This is like a box of gift, which looks simple and dusty when opened. But when the dust is brushed away, the sparkling pearls inside are revealed. The more you play with it, the more lustrous and beautiful it seems, as if it were a natural creation.
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