Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 189: Before and after the banquet 3(2)

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Then, the couple who were criticized by the world lived in seclusion in the mountains and plains of Yongzhou. They lived in poverty, spent a lot of time with each other, Gao Tan concentrated on reading, studying and teaching, and Mrs. Liuli took the poor local people to mine mountains and mines. Water is the field.

For ten years, the emperor changed his position. Gao Tan was once again famous for his abandonment of several masterpieces of Cheng Zhu Lixue. The students from all over the world came to ask for advice. The court issued three edicts and let Gao Tan returned to the court when he was reinstated. After that, Qingyun went straight up, the generals entered the state, returned to the countryside three times, and returned to the court three times. The official position was until the Taishi, and there were countless disciples under the school. Finally, he entered the "Famous Official Biography" and Zhongliang Temple.

As for Mrs. Gao, the life of Mrs. Liuli is more legendary than legend, from the singing girl to the super first-class wife.

At that time, Minglan read this book and asked Mr. Zhuang: "Can the mine be opened privately? The government does not care?"

"No other mines, but Mrs. Liuli can." Mr. Zhuang said, "Because this mine is not gold, silver, copper, iron, or coal salt, but a strange kind of'quartz' that can be fired Rue tile glass, the government doesn’t know what that thing is for."

Glass! Yes, glass.

Minglan's pupils are miniaturized, and I glanced at the open windows all around, which are inlaid with bright and shiny glass, some are whole blocks of transparent glass, and some are small pieces of colored glass inlaid with flower and bird patterns, the brilliance is gorgeous , The hall is open and bright.

In the ancient times when the technology level was low, Mrs. Liuli had to burn some glass gadgets to earn some preliminary funds through precise experiments again and again. After more than ten years, he made convex lenses for telescopes or magnifying glasses. Years later, the technology was finally completely innovated, and a large area of ​​flat and strong thin glass was fired.

This Mrs. Liuli should have worn it—Ming Lan looked at the glass window slightly in a daze—Judging from her remaining experimental manuscripts, she is still studying science and engineering.

This profession is so good, Minglan lowered her head and sighed, very envious.

There was a soft cheering in the hall, and only listened to the singing voice of the female Xianer suddenly deep and deep, and the eyes were full of old messages. Even a pseudo-literary youth like Minglan had to admit that it was really true. Good show.

Because this play was done by a talented man in the past, and he was a disciple of the Gao family. In his seventy years, he dreamed of returning to his teenage school days at midnight. At that time, they often saw the gray-haired Gao Tan. The couple, walking slowly along the river hand in hand, are still deeply in love.

The old man wakes up with tears on his face, full of gratitude and admiration, and writes down this handed-down work to commemorate the deceased teacher and mother. The talented man’s actions are naturally different. "The tune is graceful and turning, and the lyrics are elegant and beautiful. Many of the words and sentences in it can almost directly enter the poem, and the end is a rare masterpiece.

Ming Lan looked at the faces of the female relatives around, there were enviable and worried ones, all with a little bit of emotion, the Zhu family on the side sighed lightly: "Well... a woman can do Mrs. Liuli This one is worth it."

The existence of Mrs. Liuli has become a symbol, a symbol, telling women that there are such affectionate and good men in the world, but they have not encountered it.

For Minglan, Mrs. Liuli is a signal, telling her that she has a fellow.

From her grandmother, Minglan had heard some things about Queen Jing'an one after another.

Knowing that she was born with a distinguished background, she was born beautiful, and she was smart since she was a child, she was able to write poetry at the age of three, paint (should be the soul wear) at the age of five, one-handed poems are amazing (Tang Poetry and Song Ci), and she was selected as the prince at fifteen The concubine was a twenty-year-old canonized queen; the old lady Sheng had seen her in the palace when she was young, but only two years later, the 37-year-old Queen Jing'an passed away.

"Why did she go so early?" the young Minglan asked.

"Because she shouldn't enter the palace as a queen at all." The old lady Sheng missed her face in sorrow. "Her character is as pure and innocent as the snow lotus on the cliff. She is not credulous, but sincere, she doesn't understand. Cleverness, but disdain. And the shameful boundaries in the palace did not dirty her. Humph! That treacherous man, really thought he had won? Not everyone is dead!"

That was the only time Minglan saw her grandmother show such deep bitterness and hatred.

The official statement is that because the traitorous concubine was instigated by the villain, the emperor gave birth to a gap, and the queen was obsessed with mirror-making skills. She opened a small workshop in the palace and was busy all day long. She would not even ask about the palace. Goodbye the emperor.

"Make a mirror?" Minglan asked in surprise.

"Yes." Mrs. Sheng laughed, "Queen Jingan said she found a prescription from an ancient book. She can make a mirror on glass, which is a hundred times stronger than a bronze mirror. She is extremely smart. But in a year or two, it’s a shame..." Old lady Sheng sank her face, Ming Lan didn’t dare to ask any more, she passed away before Queen Jing’an could make a mirror.

"She once said that the thing she regretted most in her life was her early childhood and she was famous for her talent." The old lady Sheng choked and said sadly, "Really tired of being famous!"

Listening to Mother Kong, before the death of Queen Jing’an, she burned all the drawings of the poems since she was a child and refused to leave word by word.

The next thing is the exclusive disclosure of Mother Kong.

After he passed away, Emperor Wu seemed to have lost his soul. He refused to believe that Queen Jing’an died of illness. He immediately arrested the entire hospital doctors and asked them to do an autopsy. They couldn’t find one to kill one. After killing until the tenth imperial physician, the toxin was finally detected, and it was concluded that it should be a chronic poison. Empress Jing'an has been poisoned for almost three years.

In Fengyi Palace, Emperor Wu sat next to the corpse for a day and a night, but in just a few days, Emperor Wu suddenly became furious and suspicious. Since then, his temperament has changed drastically. No one believes it. In the investigation of the palace, nearly a thousand of the imperial concubines were killed, and several major cases were raised, and countless officials were thrown into prison for interrogation.

The imperial concubine gave death and the clan punish; Shu concubine, Lifei ordered self-decision, the father and brother gave death, the clansmen were demoted to common people, the concubine Zhuang was beaten to the Department of Sentencing, and then tortured and executed, and then the clan punish... Almost none of the above concubines escaped a catastrophe, and those with bad luck even implicated their family members. Only one virtuous concubine was left in the fourth concubine, but she was also scared to death a few years later; only one Wang Chongyi escaped from the nine concubines, but later became unconscious. All of a sudden, most of the harem was empty.

Conscientiously speaking, they are of course indispensable among the people who killed Queen Jing’an, but many of them were indeed wronged, but at that time Emperor Wu was like a crazy beast. Whoever bites anyone is Not dare to persuade; Fortunately, Queen Jingan also has a younger son of Wen Dun, who is Emperor Renzong, and finally he can listen to a few words about Emperor Wu.

In the end of the Wu Dynasty, the emperor even began to be superstitious about the sorcerer's saying that the altar was to call souls all night, but the emperor was not a fool. After killing many liars, he was almost desperate.

One day late at night, he woke up from a dream, rode his horse to Xiaoling all night, ran to the coffin of Queen Jing’an and cried bitterly, babbled some nonsense, and then rode his horse back to the court in the early morning; since then , It becomes a habit.

Hearing this, Minglan couldn't help sighing—I knew that, why bother!

The imperial physician once asserted that Emperor Yiwu’s health status would never be a problem to live a seven-year-old eighty-year-old; however, no matter how good his body is, he would not be able to cope with Huang Laoxie every day; once the emperor Wu felt cold and initiated some low-grade fevers, internal and external ministers worked Unable to persuade him, he still drove all night to see his wife in Xiaoling. After coming back the next day, he had a high fever and died soon after.

This story, Minglan sounded sorrowful, but the old lady Sheng said it very much!

Because of this, the appearance of the mirror was decades late. Until a few years ago, the new emperor succeeded to the throne, and the relics of the Queen Jing’an, sealed by two emperors, were finally lifted. The emperor asked the artisans of the House of Internal Affairs to follow Jing’an. Work started on the queen's manuscript, and soon a visible mirror was produced. Although the process was very laborious and could not be popularized yet, as the emperor's right and left hand, Gu Tingye was immediately divided into a large standing mirror and a small hand mirror inlaid with enamel on both sides.

Mrs. Liuli and Queen Jing’an were born differently. Minglan believed that they were both very lovely people. Unfortunately, one succeeded and the other failed. These are the two fellows that Minglan has been able to identify so far.

In addition, there was a strange incident more than ten years ago. At that time, there was a daughter of the Shangshu family in the household department. After a serious illness, he became ridiculous. Zhenri clamored to open a store and do business; The king and even the princes of the aristocratic family were indiscriminate and unruly, and often agitated the young family's children with wild and perverse remarks.

The reputation is a mess. Everyone avoids it as filthy. By the age of 20, no one cares about marriage. It hurts her father’s official career and her sisters are not married to good people. Later, she was confined in the ancestral hall. She ran away and sold herself in the brothel. She became an oiran. She threatened to say'Mrs. Liuli can do it, why can't I do it'.

However, she never met a Gao Tan, but encountered a lot of Yuan Zhen and his like. The man left after playing her, and was still preaching about the romantic affair with this self-contained and depraved tall daughter. The reputation of the entire family was stigmatized.

In the ancient patriarchal system, as a woman with complete parents and elders, she was not eligible to be'self-selling'. As soon as her family found her, they took her back, and then there was no more news. It is said that Was Shentang.

Ming Lan wonders whether this crazy behavior is a kind of traversal brain damage or an ancient brain damage. Because there is no definite evidence, it is not certain whether she is her fellow.

There seems to be destiny in the dark, she knows that she may never run into a fellow villager; among her fellow villagers, there are famous all over the world, and some are unknown, and she probably belongs to the latter kind.

In other words, in this era, in different places, there are fellow villagers who work hard like her, dare not to shock the world, dare not go in and out, live seriously, work hard to take responsibility, integrate into this society, calm and restful End this life.

This is also very good.

Thinking of this, Ming Lan suddenly chuckled. The smile fell in Zhu's eyes, feeling strange and strange. When Ming Lan's eyes were separated, her teeth bit her lip, as if secretly a kind of fun. He secretly hides his secrets, is happy alone, the corners of his eyes and brows are full of a strange coquettish, a little bit wicked, and a little bit mischievous.

Zhu's head lowered his head and thought to himself: Guai Dao's second brother was fascinated.