Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

"I don't know how to make rouge." Mi Xia shook her head.

Qingguo Mansion's rouge gouache is purchased by a special person, and Mi Xia takes it every month, and occasionally has spare money to ask her family to help buy popular rouge outside, she really doesn't know how to make it.

Mi Xia lowered the curtain and said, "Why did the young master think of asking this?"

Zheng Zhao said: "It's nothing, just a sudden curiosity." Now that he thought of it, he wanted it.

Mi Xia smiled: "We all use cheap stuff, the fourth girl loves rouge and gouache, and there are palace styles, young master can go and ask tomorrow." After she finished speaking, she held the lamp and left.

The room was dark, Zheng Zhao was lying on the bed let alone sleepy, and in his dream he heard his father scolding him, saying that he was not doing his job properly.

The next morning, after greeting his elders, Zheng Zhao took a boat to Suoxiangxie. A servant girl had reported to him earlier, and when he arrived, he saw Zheng Qiang waiting at the door.

"Why is third brother interested in rouge?" Zheng Qiang wore a pomegranate dress, her green temples were low and emerald.

"I always see that my daughter carries a box of rouge with her, and it turns red when she wipes it off, so she becomes a little curious and wants to know the difference between rouge and cinnabar." Zheng Zhao said frankly.

Zheng Qiang led him into the house, and ordered the servant girl to fetch a wooden box, which contained many small white jade boxes.She took a box and opened it, and it was full of red and fragrant fragrances.

"This is the rouge used in the palace. When the palace lady picked roses, she carefully compared each petal, so that the color and size were similar. Then, she slowly pounded the petals into a thick paste with a clean stone mortar, and filtered it through a fine gauze. Clean the dregs to get the juice, then take the newly reeled silk and cut it into shapes, soak it in the flower juice, wait until it is completely soaked, take it out and dry it in the sun, and then it becomes this box of rouge.”

Zheng Zhao smiled, it is cumbersome and costly, of course it is a standard royal style.He picked a little bit and wiped it on the palm of his hand, it spread out very well, there was no lingering greenness, but there was one problem.

"This rouge is hard, but it's still powder." Zheng Zhao took the handkerchief handed over by the maid and cleaned his hands, "I saw that Banlian Mixia and the others in the room are all using ointment."

Hearing this, Zheng Qiang took out another box, and said with a smile: "Third brother should be talking about this kind, made of red and blue flowers. There is yellow juice in the pulp made of red and blue flowers, which needs to be washed clean, otherwise wipe it off." The face is sallow and sallow. However, once the flower juice is cleaned, the red color will fade, and the crimson color will be added. Pomegranate, mountain flowers, and sapphires will make the fragrance messy, which is inferior. "

"I'm not worried about the scent getting messed up." Zheng Zhao said while trying this box of rouge, but the coloring was difficult, he shook his head, "This is what Mixia and the others use, but it's not the rouge I want."

Zheng Qiang thought about it, ordered the maids to go out to find a box, and smiled at Zheng Zhao: "If this box is not what the third brother wants, my sister will be completely useless."

Before Zheng Zhao wiped it off, he smelled a greasy smell. He spread it with his hands, it was delicate and bright, ignoring the touch and taste, it was indeed the most suitable rouge for writing.

"Put the butter into the fragrant wine, bring it to a boil, bring it to a boil, and add the butter once a few times. After several rolls, remove the heat and fry slightly, slowly add cinnabar, add green oil, stir evenly, after the fire is extinguished, let it naturally When cooled, it condenses into red fat."

Zheng Zhao nodded: "It's more convenient than the first two."

"Because the cinnabar used in this rouge can't be eaten on the lips. People like us never use it." Zheng Qiang took out a hairpin from her bun to pick a little, and ordered the maid to bring an incense burner.

Zheng Zhaodao: "A's honey, B's □□. The addition of cinnabar in the recipe is a good thing for me."

Zheng Qiang covered her cherry lips halfway with her fan, and said with a smile: "Then the third elder brother probably should avoid it as well."

As she spoke, she picked up the hairpin and baked it on the charcoal in the incense burner. There was a stench, and the tallow dripped down drop by drop.

Zheng Zhao frowned and took three steps back, saying, "I'm really afraid that I won't be able to make it."

The maids removed the rouge box from the incense burner one after another. Zheng Qiang leaned on the table and looked at Zheng Zhao, and said with a smile, "The third elder brother is different from the second elder brother in looking for rouge. The second elder brother only wants the most precious kind of rouge to give to his confidante. The more you ask the older brother, the more humble you become, and you have to be clear about how to make it."

Zheng Zhaodao: "Third brother is not incomprehensible, but his purpose is different from mine. He gave it to his confidante, all he needs is the best rouge he can get, which is enough to express his affection. I want to change the formula myself, so naturally Ask about the law clearly."

Talking about her brother's affair with her daughter in her boudoir... Zheng Qiang chuckled, shook her fan and said, "The more the third brother explains, the more my sister thinks that the third brother is different from the second brother."

Zheng Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "That's not what I said. People are different from each other, so there's no need to argue."

"Well, what the third brother said is true." Zheng Qiang listened with the left ear and listened with the right ear. Although she echoed perfunctorily, her eyes were shining on him, appearing extremely focused.

Zheng Zhao has seen this look many times, on the favorite little concubines of his grandfather in his later years, they stared at the emperor with admiration, as if the emperor spoke the truth and was still as wise and powerful as a man in his prime.

Consciously or unintentionally, use your innocence as a weapon.

He couldn't help thinking of the system's reminder that his half-sister would give birth to a child of luck.

Zheng Zhao lowered his eyes, chatted a little, got up and said, "It's not early, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll take my leave first, and I'll ask Third Sister Mei Dai for advice some other day."

"Sister is waiting for you at any time." Zheng Qiang sent him out.

Seeing a small boat leaving, Zheng Qiang turned around and ordered the maids to bring all Meidai.

Seeing her daughter busying herself so actively, the maid who was close to her asked, "Miss, do you like Third Young Master very much?"

"It's rare to talk about people who are beautiful and talented. Who doesn't like this kind of people?" Zheng Qiang asked back, and then went to the mirror to test Mei Dai, "It's just that the third brother seems to have something on his mind today."

The servant girl put down Mei Dai in her hand and said, "The third young master is going to Zhao Hanlin's residence today."

"After all, people will mention the concubine of the Duke's Mansion in the future, not just the fourth elder brother." Zheng Qiang smiled broadly.

With a short canopy and a row of oars, Zheng Zhao got off the boat and returned to the Gushan Pavilion.

He had taken a few collections of scriptures and history, and as he read them, he couldn't help but wonder which of the two younger sisters would be the future queen mother.

"Third young master, it's time for lunch." Cui'an opened the door and came in, seeing the young master reading a book, she was very happy, and said: "I'm going to the Hanlin Mansion today to have an apprenticeship, young master, let's rest for a while."

Zheng Zhao closed the book, got up and walked out and asked, "What's going on today?"

"It's all examples from the kitchen." Cui'an said the names of the dishes one by one, and said, "Last night, I saw that the young master likes to drink sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup, and today the slaves asked the kitchen to make it again, and the young master can drink more later. "

Zheng Zhao nodded, walked to the table and drank a few bowls of soup.After finishing his lunch, he turned around and went out the second door. There was already a young servant waiting with his bundles ready.

Zhao Hanlin is a dignified official of the Hanlin Academy. He was admitted to the top of the ranks. He has some ambitions but no talent. Gradually, he accepts his fate when he gets old.

"What books have you read?" Elder Zhao asked after drinking the apprenticeship tea.

Zheng Zhao stood aside with his sleeves down, and replied: "I have read all four books, and this one is "Poems." This is the original owner's situation.

Mr. Zhao nodded, he was not surprised at all that there were very few classics selected by students all over the world, the Book of Songs, the Book of Changes followed by the Book of Changes, and the Book of Books.

"It's just right, my book is also a book of poetry, so you don't need to change it."

Duke Qing was a hereditary title, and the people he usually dealt with were all scholars with official careers. He only knew that the imperial examination was about the Four Books and Five Classics, but he didn't know that the Five Classics were just one of them.When choosing a teacher, he only looked at his reputation and status, and did not take this scripture into account at all.

Fortunately, both Zhao Hanlin and Yuanshen follow the trend, while Zheng Zhao's interest in the Five Classics is similar.

"Since you have worn the green scarf, I won't ask some basic questions, but just tell you how to make art." Mr. Zhao knew that those who came to worship him as teachers were motivated people without academic pursuits, and his lectures were always very pragmatic. test.

Zheng Zhao really needs to learn art making urgently. As the grandson of the emperor, he doesn't need to learn this. At most, he read a few articles for his old and dazzled grandfather after the palace examination.

"Let's start with solving the problem. The most difficult thing about solving the problem is that you can neither make mistakes nor make mistakes." Master Zhao randomly took out a book and opened it. If you think about it, it is called a crime. Similarly, if you give up a question, you will hide it, and you can’t use it if you think about it. If you think about it, you will commit a crime.”

Zheng Zhao listened carefully and forced himself to listen carefully.

Mr. Zhao was eloquent, drank five or six cups of tea, and went to the hut three or four times.Zheng Zhao was able to return to the mansion after hearing the evening clouds and the setting sun. On the way back, he only thought that the master's repair money was really worth it.

In this way, for more than ten days, Zheng Zhao was traveling between the two houses, and had no time to go to Zheng Qiang's place. He just lit up the lamp and read every night, and even the Hongxiu who added Xiangxiang felt a little miserable.

"My son is Meng Gong... My son is Meng Gong..." Zheng Zhao stared at the beating of the candle flames for a long time before realizing that he was not trying to solve the problem, but was counting how many times the candle flames danced since Mi Xia came in to cut the core.

750 nine times.

He leaned his head back on the chair, only to feel that the walls squeezed in from both sides, the roof and the ground also squeezed in, and gradually the surrounding area became the size of a wooden box.

The hundred-acre garden, a garden that can be entered and exited at will, seems to be inside that high wall.

He shut himself in.

There is no freedom in a thousand turns of the lost rope, and the pursuit is hard.Famous rein and sharp lock, isn't it also a high wall for officials to pass the imperial examination?If he shut himself up, wouldn't the life that fell from the sky be wasted?

"Mixia, clean up the study." Zheng Zhao opened the door and went out, only to feel that the night was as cool as water, and the wind was blowing by the bamboo.

"Master, where are you going?" Cui An shouted from behind.

"Lock the Champs." Zheng Zhao waved goodbye.

The moonlight is pale and cloudy, and the small boat is light, he seems to have escaped and ascended to heaven, boundless and unrestrained.

"Third brother!"

As soon as Zheng Zhao came ashore, he heard someone calling him, and when he turned around, he saw Zheng Yu, dressed in beautifully embroidered clothes, but his complexion was not good.

Since the last banquet, Zheng Yu never came to look for him, and when he met him in the morning and evening, he always had a sad face.

"Second brother, what's the matter?" Zheng Zhao asked.

"Drinking?" Zhao Yu raised the flagon in his hand.

"I'm going to find Third Sister..." Zheng Zhao said.

Zheng Yu interrupted him and said, "Third Sister should have rested so late."

Zheng Zhao glanced at the sky, it was indeed very late, he smiled and said, "The moon is beautiful and the wind is clear, how about taking a boat to the drunken land?"