PFC Chapter 309 Wei Zhao Imperial Order
Chapter 309 Wei Zhao Imperial Order
Xie Ling left early in the morning because she didn't want to have too much involvement with Shiqi.
Life is like this, we meet by chance and then keep moving forward. If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again.
Liujiang was a county town under Wei Zhaoshengjing.
Although it is a county town, its prosperity is no less than that of Tonghua City, and it even seems to surpass Tonghua City.
The streets are bustling with people, cars and horses are flowing like water, and the prosperous scene is evident.
Xie Ling was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, finding everything new and interesting.
Last time she was in a hurry in Tonghua City, this was the first time she took a serious look at the city outside Beijiang.
The street where Xie Ling is now located specializes in selling rouge, powder, clothes and jewelry.
Looking around, almost all of them were women, either in groups of three or five, or followed by maids and old women.
The girls were waving round fans, wearing cloaks and small jackets, with plum blossom-shaped hairpins on their brows, looking pretty and lively.
The whole street was filled with fragrance and laughter.
Xie Ling, a "man" dressed in gray, was obviously out of place among the people.
Thinking of Lu Linglong, Xie Ling still gritted her teeth and walked into the most crowded jewelry store.
She has come all the way here, so I should bring her some gifts.
Although there were quite a few in the space, they were not as good as the ones she had carefully selected.
This jewelry store was similar to modern ones, with rows of wooden cabinets filled with all kinds of brocade boxes, and each piece of jewelry was packed in a brocade box.
Head ornaments, pearl hairpins, earrings, necklaces, jade bracelets... everything is available.
As soon as she walked in, a waiter came over to serve her.
"Sir, what do you want to see?"
Xie Ling glanced around casually, "Look around, where is the most expensive and exquisite one here?"
The waiter smiled and said, "It's on the second floor, please follow me, sir."
Xie Ling followed him up to the second floor.
The second floor was even more luxurious, with landscape paintings hanging on all four walls, and the jewelry in the brocade box was obviously of a higher grade.
Xie Ling casually walked around but still didn't find anything she liked.
Judging from the level of decoration of this store, there should be treasures inside.
Xie Ling turned around, "Anything else?"
The waiter raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had thought he was a poor scholar, but he didn't expect him to be such a connoisseur.
"Sir, please follow me to the box."
Xie Ling walked around the boxes and finally saw some suitable ones.
Her eyes turned to the branch with twin crabapple flowers in the corner.
It is lifelike, fresh and tender, with tiny pearls on the end, which make crisp sounds when shaken.
When the waiter saw her looking at it for a few more seconds, he quickly praised her again.
"Sir, this is the latest style that has come down from Shengjing, and it was made by Zhang Jiuniang's disciples themselves.
Spring is coming soon. Wearing this hairpin and watching the crabapple blossoms sway, you will be so beautiful. "
Xie Ling was originally hesitating between this and another white magnolia hairpin, but after hearing what the waiter said, she instantly felt that the crabapple one was the best looking.
He immediately said, "Pack it up."
After saying this, Xie Ling's gaze still lingered on the white magnolia hairpin, a little reluctant to let go.
After hesitating for only a second, Xie Ling waved her hand and said, "Pack both!"
Linglong is pretty and both styles suit her.
Xie Ling could already imagine her smiling with curved eyebrows.
Worth it!
The waiter was also a business man, and thought Xie Ling was buying it for her sweetheart, so he flattered her: "Sir, you will stay with this girl till old age."
Xie Ling pretended to be profound, "Hmm."
I was already laughing in my heart.
Xie Ling came down with the two pearl hairpins and attracted many glances from the girls in the store.
These two hairpins are so exquisite.
"Sir, the total is two hundred taels of gold."
Xie Ling's eyes widened. "What? Gold?"
The waiter smiled and said, "We also have a store in Shengjing at Qingyao Pavilion. All the jewelry in our store starts at one tael of gold."
Xie Ling smacked her lips.
Two hundred taels of gold is equivalent to 2.8 million in modern times.
It was indeed Shengjing, and she had bought an ancient luxury item.
Xie Ling didn't bargain for the price. It would not be nice to bargain when giving someone a gift.
When the waiter saw that Xie Ling really had two hundred taels, he smiled even more brightly.
The shopkeeper didn't change much, his expression was indifferent, probably because he had seen a lot.
There were many wealthy guests in Shengjing, and he could meet more than a dozen guests like Xie Ling a day.
The shopkeeper lowered his head and carefully wrapped the brocade box for Xie Ling. Finally, he pinned a lifelike peony with twined flowers on the cover.
"Sir, these two hairpins are made by Jiu Niang, and the flowers wrapped around them are a symbol. If they are damaged within three months, you can come to our store or Qingyao Pavilion in Shengjing to have us repair them."
Xie Ling was shocked. Did chain stores and after-sales service exist in ancient times?
It seems that she is narrow-minded. Business development in this era is still very prosperous.
A small jewelry store already has a brand effect, not to mention other industries.
Xie Ling spent so much money just to buy two hairpins.
The people of Sinan may not be able to earn this much even if they farm for a hundred years.
She must vigorously develop business when she returns!
Modern cosmetics, cotton textile technology, chain milk tea, various novel restaurants, take-out, advertising...
Get it all done!
Not only in Sinan, her target is the Seven Kingdoms!
Make money! The economic base determines the superstructure, and money is the primary productive force!
Sinan is still too small. Compared with Tonghua City or Shengjing, it is like an ant.
Only when the economy develops can we have the confidence to recruit troops.
After pondering for a moment, thinking that he was going to Shengjing, Xie Ling quickly asked: "Boss, does Liujiang have a carriage to Shengjing?"
"Yes, we have it in Qingyao Pavilion. Sir, you have spent two hundred gold here. I can find someone to take you there."
Xie Ling nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, shopkeeper."
When we arrived in Shengjing, it was noon and the sky was bright.
Beyond the high city walls, the bustling noise of Shengjing could be heard from afar.
Xie Ling lifted the curtain of the car and saw that the streets were neat and wide, all paved with white marble.
There are no random street vendors. The buildings on both sides are magnificent and splendid. Beyond the eaves, you can see the endless towering city walls.
There was a crowd of people on the long street, singing and dancing in the music hall, and the sound of the pipa.
In the teahouse, scholars were writing calligraphy and chatting about the country.
The Spring River runs through the city, and the surface of the water is filled with pleasure boats.
On the sloping bridge, young people walked hand in hand, with red sleeves waving all over the building.
A poem emerged in Xie Ling's mind.
Jiutianchang opens the palace, and all nations pay homage to Mianqi.
If there is a prosperous and peaceful era, it should be like this.
After getting off the carriage, Xie Ling discovered that there were even guards with long swords on the streets, with serious faces, patrolling again and again.
Xie Ling glanced at the address Lu Linglong had given her, and then stopped someone on the side of the road and asked, "Uncle, where is Shenwu Street?"
The old man looked at Xie Ling and said enthusiastically: "You are not from Shengjing, right? Come on. I'll take you there!"
Xie Ling originally wanted to say, "Just tell me where it is and I'll go there myself," but she couldn't resist the old man's enthusiasm.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, he walked in front and waved at Xie Ling, "Hurry up, young man."
Xie Ling followed the old man and didn't know how long she had walked before she saw a vermilion palace gate standing tall in the distance. The palace walls stretched endlessly, and the glazed tiles shone coldly in the sunlight.
The old man pointed to the long and wide street leading to the palace gate and said, "This is Shenwu Street. Young man, are you the doctor who came to reveal the imperial edict?"
Xie Ling didn't bother to explain, she just smiled and nodded, "Yeah, yes."
The old man pointed to the crowded area ahead and said, "That's it. There are a lot of people. Don't get squeezed out, young man. I'm leaving first."
After thanking him, Xie Ling walked straight ahead. This Shenwu Street was very wide and the palace gate could be seen from afar.
Walking in it, you feel very small. All around are officials' mansions. Two stone lions stand at the door of every house. The green tiles and white walls are very elegant.
Xie Ling walked and looked at each mansion.
The address Lu Linglong gave at that time was No. 1 Shenwu Street.
There is a jade plaque with the house number written on it hanging in front of every door here.
"Number 4, number 3, number 2..."
Walking in front of No. 2, Xie Ling opened her eyes wide.
The front was empty, there was no mansion anymore, only a towering palace wall.
"Who's in front? This is the residence of Duke Anguo, all outsiders, please leave!"
An angry shout came from behind, and Xie Ling turned her head to look. In front of the green door, there stood a man dressed as a butler, staring at her with a bad face.
Xie Ling cupped his hands and said, "I have no intention of staying here. I am just looking for someone. May I ask where is No. 1 Shenwu Street?"
The housekeeper rolled his eyes and snorted, "Our Anguogong Mansion is so noble, but it's still number two. If you really want to find number one, you can only look for it there."
After the butler finished speaking, he pointed in the direction of the palace.
At this moment, he had completely regarded Xie Ling as a swindler and asked viciously, "Are you leaving or not?"
Xie Ling frowned, turned and left.
The people from the Anguo Mansion were too overbearing. She had only been standing at the door for a moment when she was driven away like this.
Thinking of the address given by Lu Linglong, Xie Ling got a headache again.
No. 1 Shenwu Street, but there is no No. 1 at all.
Could it be that it is really in the palace as the butler said?
But which prince or princess can stay out of the palace for so long?
Lu Wuji and Lu Linglong stayed with them on Qingshan Mountain for more than half a month.
Xie Ling threw this idea away again.
His brother and sister were both of noble bearing and elegant clothes; they were definitely not ordinary people.
He should be the son of an official living near Shenwu Street.
As Xie Ling walked, she unknowingly arrived at the foot of the imperial city.
There was a lot of people and bustle ahead.
Xie Ling stood on tiptoe and glanced over the countless heads.
Rows of bright yellow brocade cloths were pasted on the palace walls, each with a golden dragon pattern carved on it, and written in neat official script: "In compliance with the emperor's order, we are looking for a miracle doctor to cure Princess Zhaodi of Wei's illness..."
Xie Ling bypassed the cumbersome emcee documents and looked directly at the last row.
"The reward is 10,000 taels of silver and gold, and the King of Yong will add another 90,000 taels, a total of 100,000 taels of gold! And he will also be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
Xie Ling’s eyes widened. Wow, one hundred thousand taels!
Who is this Prince Yong? He is even richer than the emperor and spent 90,000 taels at once!
What shocked Xie Ling the most was the title of nobility.
You know, in ancient times only those who had served the emperor well or made important contributions to the country could be granted the title of nobility.
The news she learned a few days ago in Tonghua City was that it was worth 10,000 taels of gold, but she didn't expect that it would increase to 100 taels in just a few days, and she would be made a marquis?
Could it be that the little princess is dying and there is no cure, so the emperor is so anxious?
There was a hustle and bustle ahead, with people talking a lot, but no one dared to take down the notice.
Are there any restrictions?
Xie Ling read it again, and sure enough, she saw a row of small characters at the bottom of the imperial edict.
"If there are mediocre people who accidentally reveal the imperial edict and delay the princess's treatment, they will be executed on the spot!"
Well, if the patient cannot be cured, he will be executed. Who would dare to expose it?
"You don't even know who King Yong is?"
Hearing someone discussing Prince Yong, Xie Ling pricked up her ears.
She was quite curious about how a prince could easily afford 90,000 taels of gold and selflessly treat his niece.
A middle-aged man in blue cloth and a square scarf stroked his beard and continued, "Alas, those of you who don't know King Yong are probably all young people. King Yong is a legend among legends of our generation, famous throughout the seven kingdoms!
Prince Yong was the youngest son of Emperor Zhaoxian of Wei and his favorite. He was a man of extraordinary talent. Not only was he extremely intelligent, but he was also proficient in both civil and military strategies. He was also handsome and elegant.
Prince Shi Wushuang was nothing special and was once sought after as a bride by princesses of the other six countries.
In the 20th year of Yong'an, Dongling invaded our territory. The 17-year-old Prince Yong led the army to fight and drove back the enemy in three days. He also signed a treaty of non-aggression for a hundred years.
He was the first and only prince in Wei Zhao's history to be granted the title of Wolf's Lair.
Among the people of Wei at that time, who was not proud of King Yong?
I still remember the day when His Royal Highness Prince Yong rode a white horse and walked slowly through Zhuque Street. He was in high spirits, dressed in fine clothes and riding a fast horse. The people cheered and the streets were deserted. What a grand occasion it was!
Prince Yong is not only indomitable on the battlefield, but also a master in business and politics. The prosperity of Wei Zhao today is largely due to Prince Yong’s achievements.”
The man sighed deeply when he said this, "It's a pity that the palace caught fire that day, and Prince Yong's legs became disabled in order to save his brother. From then on, there was no more news about Prince Yong. If Prince Yong hadn't suffered this disaster, we Wei Zhao would have unified the seven kingdoms long ago!"
After the man finished speaking, silence fell all around him.
People always admire heroes, especially tragic heroes.
Everyone looked sad, especially Wei Zhaoren, some of them even had tears streaming down their faces.
Xie Ling also felt sad.
God is jealous of talented people, that's probably the case.
The man said with an excited tone and two lines of tears, "Your Highness Prince Yong, you are the pride of our Wei Zhao!"
Another person in the corner said, "Prince Yong has no wife or children in his life. It is said that the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households was proposed by Prince Yong because he was extremely worried about the illness of the little princess. Prince Yong has lived up to his king and his parents. He respects his elder brother and cares for his children. He is a real man who stands tall and proud!"
"Yes!"
“What a pity…”
The general of a country was extremely handsome and brilliant. After shining his ultimate brilliance, he quickly disappeared into history like a shooting star.
Everyone was talking about it, and some were moved to tears.
No one noticed that a carriage had been parked in front of the palace gate for a long time.
The setting sun was like blood, illuminating the glazed tiles on the palace walls, and also shining through the thick felt curtain, making the man's brows look cold and aloof.
The man's eyes, which had always been calm and indifferent, began to ripple.
The driver hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Your Majesty?"
The man said in a low voice: "Let's go."
He is not worthy of heaven and earth.
It was misty and rainy in the early spring of that year, and he betrayed a woman.
It is hard to recall in this life.