Aggrieved Fish Sprite

"You, didn't you say you came to buy silver needles?" The scholar's face was flushed red with embarrassment.

Meng Qi flicked his sleeves, and rushed ahead of Mo Li and said: "The doctor came to buy silver needles, and I happened to buy some fans at Fengxing Pavilion. I just heard Mr. talking to himself, so I couldn't help but blurt out, if there is something that offends Mr. , please forgive me."

The scholar wanted to shut him out, but because of what happened before, he didn't dare to get angry.

Looking at Mo Li again, seeing that there was no trace of contempt or disdain in the other party's demeanor, I felt a little better.

"You guys...forget it, just come in." The scholar said angrily.

No matter what, you can't yell outside the house, it will be more troublesome if you are overheard.

This is a very simple courtyard with a bad orientation. The courtyard is not a regular square, but a narrow strip. You need to walk sideways to enter the door.

The walls are covered with moss and mottled.

There is a ladder next to the main house, and a stack of tiles next to it.

"It rained a few days ago, and the house hasn't been repaired yet."

The scholar stepped over the ponded water in the low-lying part of the courtyard, and said in a bad tone, "There is no paint at home, and the rain falls in spring, and the house is not repaired, so I am not in the mood to paint."

"Sir, don't be upset, we are not here to ask for paintings."

Seeing that the scholar was very concerned, Mo Li could only explain aloud.

——Scholars dare not use their real names when writing story books, let alone draw erotic pictures.

Just now, for some reason, he actually called out, Mo Li was a little annoyed, this is not what a gentleman does.Since others do not want to admit it, it is not something that can be discussed openly in the world, so it should not be said.

As for the fact that they appreciate the uniqueness of the painting method and the aura of the brush strokes, they don't care about what the people in the painting are doing at all, so there is no need to explain, because the more they draw, the more mistakes they may make.

Mo Li knows what tone to use to comfort people, and also knows how to make others believe his words.

Meng Qi can't do this.

In other words, Meng Qi had no way to dissuade the other party in just one or two sentences.

The scholar's complexion improved a little, he thought about it, and felt that it was all Fengxingge's fault.Those guys who are open to money and can sell any news at a price are not reliable at all.

The scholar went into the house to get the silver needle.

Mo Li didn't follow, because in terms of etiquette, even if someone brings you into the house, if the other party doesn't reach out to indicate "please", then you should stand outside the door and wait under the stone steps.

——It doesn’t count to ask for trouble.

Therefore, no matter whether it is a dilapidated house with nothing to see, or a wealthy courtyard with frequent entrances and exits, it should be strictly forbidden to enter.

Meng Qi originally planned to wait in the yard with Mo Li, but when he thought of Lu Min at the entrance of the alley, he could only go out to see, to prevent the second prince from getting lost among the old houses.

So when the scholar walked out of the house, he only saw the ink carp waiting outside.

He was not interested in asking more questions, so he just wanted to finish the business quickly and send the person away.

The scholar took out two rough wooden boxes with cloth bags. When he opened them, he could see that there were two rows of silver needles neatly inserted in them. When combined, there were four rows, a considerable number.

And the length is different, the thickness is different.

There is a handle at the upper end of the silver needle, the shape is slightly round, and the color is different from the tip of the needle.

In addition, there are six polished stone needles and bone needles in the box.

Mo Li immediately knew that the needle maker was skilled. The needle body was smooth, and the thinnest needle was about the size of a human hair.

The needles used in acupuncture by doctors are collectively called silver needles, but not every set of needles is made of silver, but it looks sharp and bright, and others think it is silver.In fact, both gold and silver needles should not be made too thin, because they are too soft and easy to break.

Mo Carp possesses martial arts and is skilled in acupuncture and moxibustion, preferring to use thinner needles.

Most of the silver needles available in the market did not meet his requirements.

"Is this needle made by Mr.?"

"My ancestors and fathers were all doctors, and they also learned acupuncture when they were young, but they didn't have the skills and dared not practice medicine. Because of the decline of their family, they learned some skills from a goldsmith who lived in Laurel Fong incognito, but they couldn't make exquisite ones. Jewelry and silver needles are still fine."

The scholar sighed.

Scholars can't do business, they can only write letters for others to get money.

"Thankfully, when I was 20 years old, the atmosphere of the Chu Dynasty was open, and scholars were not prohibited from learning heretical skills. As long as the products they made were not sold publicly, and if they insisted that it was what they liked, they could make swords, grow flowers and make wine, and there was no need to be evasive. Chu The imperial court is gone, now we can only sell it secretly."

It was good to have a reputation before, but now I dare not publicize it. I really can't make ends meet, so I have to find another way out.

The scholar's unfinished remarks are actually justifications for what "Mr. Jin Shui" did.

Mo Li thought about it carefully, and thought, no wonder those pictures of erotic palaces are excellent, not only the figures are in harmony with the scenery in the painting, but also the length of the body and limbs are all correct, although it is a erotic palace, it doesn't have that rough feeling.

It turned out that the painter had studied medicine and knew acupuncture and moxibustion.

Mo Li counted the money in his hand, regrettably gave up the idea of ​​ordering a set of gold needles from the scholar, he compared them again, and finally picked the set with fewer silver needles and thinner needles.

"This set of eight taels of silver can't be lowered." The scholar carefully quoted a price, lest Mo Li think the price is too high.

Mo Li thought of the 20 taels of silver he threw directly to Fengxing Pavilion, and not only fell silent.

High-quality silver needles are hard to come by, if you are in a hurry and don’t want to bother, you will naturally have to pay a high price. The 20 taels of silver already includes the money for Fengxing Pavilion. Woolen cloth?

But Fengxing Pavilion sells a map for ten taels of silver, it's unavoidable——

Fortunately, brother Meng got angry and stole a bunch of official robes back.

Mo Li silently took out the bank note, and gave the scholar twelve taels.

"Do you have any broken silver or copper coins? I can't find them."

"No need."

Mo Li closed the box, and was about to leave when the scholar said firmly, "It won't work, there's no reason to ask for money."

"Your skill in casting needles is worth the price." Mo Li thought that after getting the silver needles, he must seriously practice medicine to make money, and he must not let Meng Qi rob Liu's purse or steal official robes.

"No, no, I said eight taels of silver, why do you have the nerve to ask for more?"

The scholar was very stubborn. Seeing that Mo Li turned to leave, and he couldn't catch up behind, he couldn't help but chased after him and said, "Since your friend likes painting, why don't you take a scroll of painting to pay for it?"

Ink Carp: "..."

After a while, Meng Qi saw the doctor come out with a small box and a scroll.

"What is this, an acupuncture map?" Meng Qi asked curiously.

"A new map? What else do you want to buy?" Lu Min also leaned over and asked.

Mo Li pressed the scroll to Meng Qi with a blank expression.

"Don't open it here."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Qi immediately understood what it was, and couldn't help asking: "How did the doctor get it? Didn't that person not sell it?"

"Add head."

"The doctor has my demeanor..."

"Two taels of silver."

"What?" Meng Qi hurriedly asked, "What kind of painting is it, have you given it to Fengxing Pavilion?"

The ink carp shook his head.

Meng Qi pondered, considering whether to go back to blackmail Fengxing Pavilion.

***

Taijing, Linchengmen.

The servant of the Ministry of Rites looked at the locked city gate anxiously. He had already heard that something happened in the capital along the way. The gate of the city was blocked for several days, and the Gyeonggi camp also came and went in the countryside.

In fact, their group was "escorted" after encountering the army of the Gyeonggi Camp.

He Shilang trembled in his heart when he felt the eyes of a tiger staring at him behind him.

This trip to pay homage to the imperial mausoleum can be described as not going well, and there is also a troublemaker like the sixth prince, who speaks unscrupulously and sneaks out to play at every turn.

The General Liu who went to Beijing together was not up to the task, he didn't come up with any ideas, he could only fight with each other, and let the sixth prince make trouble, he was simply an incompetent and useless waste!

Those Jianghu people were even more lawless. They fought each other and entered the imperial tomb, destroyed the camp of the imperial tomb's garrison, and accidentally injured many people.It's really hateful, when the news spread to Taijing, His Majesty was furious, and he didn't know if it would affect himself.

The sum of all these things was unlucky enough, but when they arrived in Taijing, a bigger bad news came down.

The second prince conspired to rebel!

It is said that it is the second prince, but it is not certain whether the sixth prince beside him will participate or not!

It is true that the country is unstable and chaos is rampant.

He Shilang was extremely anxious. While he was worried about whether the important ministers of his faction would be affected by the conspiracy, he was also worried about the situation in Taijing City.He looked at the heavily guarded city walls covered with soldiers and horses, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"The verification is correct, open the city gate."

"Welcome the sixth prince back to the palace."

He Shilang finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing these shouts and seeing the city gate slowly open.

"Ah!"

Liu Dan subconsciously covered his nose, but his throat was itchy, and he sneezed a second time.

The people around were startled, and the soldiers in charge of "escorting" them picked up their spears in unison, pointing at Liu Dan, his personal guards, and the Jin Yiwei who were in charge of protecting the sixth prince.

He Shilang almost fell off his horse, half of his soul was horrified.

The sixth prince lifted the curtain of the carriage, and looked at the crowd who were facing an enemy with a sarcastic smile, as if watching a monkey show.

"General Liu, what are you doing?" He Shilang couldn't hold back his face and scolded in a low voice.

"Maybe it's because of the dust..."

Liu Dan vaguely said that it wasn't that he was subdued, but that the current situation was unclear, and he didn't even know whether the throne would change hands.

Everyone took back their weapons, and the convoy slowly entered the city.

Liu Dan frowned, and under the cover of the sound of horseshoes, he said to his soldiers: "This may be a sign, you must be careful."

The guards' expressions became serious when they heard the words.

After a while, a soldier couldn't help asking: "General, is your ominous omen related to us, or is it related to the money bag?"