Harry Potter Morning Light

According to Nick's description, Juren dipped his finger in some wine and wrote on the table what was written on the note that came from nowhere:

The Central Plains had a large population, and the Celestial Dynasty was prosperous.

Many places bowed their heads to the Central Plains nation, and thousands of people paid tribute to the Central Plains nation.

The Manchus opportunistically occupied our Central Plains. They did not avenge their revenge, and they were ashamed of their ancestors.

Recruit troops and buy horses, raise poles and revolt.

Form an army! Take up arms! The Manchus must be exterminated!

Juren wrote Yan Zhenqing's regular script, which he learned from Liang Guozhi, a scholar of Dongge University. He is also in charge of the reform and the archives of the Wenhua Palace.

After coming and going, Juren became acquainted with him. After getting acquainted, Liang Guozhi recommended regular script to Juren.

Qianlong liked Wang Xizhi's lower case script, so regular script is more suitable for writing memorials.

Whether Yan Zhenqing or Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is better varies from person to person. Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is chic and elegant, while Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is thin and hard, just like people in the Tang Dynasty regarded fat as beauty.

Liang Guozhi was a relatively clean official, but he would use silk paper when copying Yan Zhenqing's post. Generally, this kind of paper is used for painting fine brushwork. The price is relatively expensive, and it is mainly used by the royal family and nobles.

That is to say, after leaving Gongliang Guozhi, he can't afford this. Even if his handwriting is good, it can only be written on the paper for writing couplets.

Zhijun Wang Yongrong did not go to Rehe with other princes in the forty-sixth year of Qianlong. He stayed in BJ to supervise the country like the former prince Yinreng.

The eighth elder brother Yinhu was also known as the "virtuous king", and now the eighth elder brother Yongxuan is famous... King Fengliu, he is still crippled, it is said that he broke his leg while riding a horse when he was young, and he did not recover. neatly.

Excluding the prince who died young, and the successors Yongxuan and Yongrong, after the death of the fifth elder brother Yongqi, he would be Yijun Wang Yongxuan, and the seventh elder brother died of smallpox infection when he was two years old.

To put it another way, He Shen was the vice president and Yong Rong was the president when he was working on the Complete Book of the Four Treasuries. He was basically in charge of the Wenhua Palace. Insects, all the bookcases are made of nanmu and camphor wood. This kind of wood will emit a fragrance by itself, so there is no need to use ambergris when writing like Song Huizong.

No one thought that it would be the fifteenth elder brother. His ranking was too low. Juren had heard that he was punished to kneel by the head master of the study together with other princes because he was too naughty.

Someone filed a complaint with Qianlong, and Qianlong personally went to the upper study room to inspect. Seeing that scene, he felt humiliated, and sharply reprimanded Wang Jie for disregarding the courtesy of the monarch and his ministers.

Wang Jie told him neither humble nor overbearing, "Discipline, the future will be Yao and Shun, no discipline, and the future will be Jie Zhou, which one will the emperor choose?"

Qianlong thought for a while, then put on a pleasant face, praised Wang Jie for doing the right thing, and asked the princes to continue to kneel down.

Life is like a dream, like dew and like lightning.

These stories are told by a down-and-out literati who wrote couplets on the street, as if he was talking about a dream in a dream, or he had a dream similar to the "Dream of Yellow Beams", but the examinee who had the Dream of Yellow Beams dreamed that he was named on the gold list, and Finally became the Duke of the state, full of children and grandchildren.

Both Juren and Heshen failed the rankings in the thirty-fourth year of Qianlong. They failed to write the "auspicious dream" well, and in the end Heshen also ended up with a nightmare.

The person who distributed this leaflet also thought of success, not the appearance of his own head falling to the ground or execution after failure, otherwise he would not have distributed this leaflet.

"Why is that admiral so useless!" Georgiana complained.

"Do you think he's nothing but an influence now?" Bonaparte said leisurely.

"What would you do if this happened to you?" Georgiana asked immediately.

Bonaparte smiled, but did not answer.

So she continued to read.

Nick knew from the moment he picked up this note that even a few minutes of such a piece of paper would lead to death, but he was still wrong, as long as it got on it, there would be endless troubles. The dangerous piece of paper was burned instead of being handed over to the admiral, and it would not be suspected by Cao Xi.

The point is that he can't explain how the piece of paper appeared in his bedroom. He is sure that the doors and windows are closed. Is it true that the Taoist priest Dong Qujiang met in Lingyou Palace who knows how to use thunder and magic is the one who drives the monsters and monsters? The paper went into Nick's bedroom?

"Does Cao Zuolin want to find someone to take the blame?" Nick asked Ju Ren, "Because he, like Zhang Bao, can't catch the criminal."

"Didn't you draw a portrait for them? As long as you catch the person who beat you on the street, you will know what's going on." Juren said.

Nick thought of the person who punched him. The faces of oriental people looked generally young, but the height and shape of that person looked like a child who hadn't grown up yet, and he even called "Brother" .

Usually public arrests cause a lot of commotion. Nick and the others are currently in the "Manchurian City", and people living here will not rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, so it is relatively peaceful.

But this kind of tranquility is not stable. In this kind of anxiety and worry, Nick feels that it is more important to improve his research level. If he can't speak Mandarin, he can only resign himself to his fate.

This idea gave Nick the courage to continue his studies, and it paid off.

Two days later, Cao Xi sent someone to bring Nick to the admiral's mansion, but it was not the backyard, but the lobby. The admiral was wearing an official uniform and sitting behind a table, and there was a human body covered with a white cloth on the ground. .

The reason for using a human body instead of a corpse is because Nick is not sure if he is still alive, the white cloth only covers his upper body, showing a pair of feet with a dirty and old shoe on it.

"Recognize it, is it him?" Cao Xi pointed to the human body on the ground and said.

A yamen servant lifted the white cloth, revealing the bloodless face underneath.

"It's him." Nick said after identifying it for a while. "How did he die?"

"Drown." Cao Xi replied indifferently, "When we found him on the boat, he jumped into the river."

"He should have a 'brother,'" Nick said.

"He doesn't have a 'brother'. He has only one son in his family." Cao Xi replied.

"No, I remember he called 'Brother', and there were several other accomplices."

"Can you draw their portraits?" Cao Xi asked.

Nick glanced at the corpse on the ground, his lips parted slightly, as if to say something.

"You don't need to check, they are members of the Brotherhood of Tim." The admiral said at this time, "They distributed leaflets under the guise of the cult's logo, deliberately misleading us."

Cao Xi looked back at Nick, "Can you draw their portraits?"

Nick shook his head, "It was too fast, and the light was very dark, so I couldn't see clearly."

"You can go back to the hospital, but you have to be careful, 'brother' is dead, 'brother' may seek revenge on you, so you can continue to live in the yard we arranged for you, and the soldiers around will protect you safety." Cao Xi said.

Nick quickly made a choice, and he returned to the small courtyard full of red kapoks.

Under the setting sun, those red flowers look extraordinarily bright, like fire and blood.