Chapter 110 The Princess Blocks the Road
The temperature in the capital has entered the hottest period of the dog days.
This was determined by Zhao Duan when he was awakened by the heat.
This morning, he opened his eyelids, wiped the bedclothes, and found that his entire back was wet.
"What do you mean by the two heavens of ice and fire?" Zhao Duan climbed up cross-legged, wailing sleepily.
During the visualization practice last night, Taizu Dayu led him out of the hot desert and into the cold snowfield.
Zhao Duan's soul was shivering from the cold, but his body was so hot that he was sweating. The experience was sour.
"If you give me an air conditioner that doesn't use electricity, I'll be willing to eat well and sleep with the empress..."
Zhao Duan raised his finger and solemnly made a wish to the "Master of Heaven" in this world.
However, it was of no use.
After getting up and getting dressed, Mr. Zhao walked to the dining hall and enjoyed his stepmother's loving breakfast.
This morning, there was a beautiful and refined girl missing from the dinner table.
"Where is Zhao Pan?"
Zhao Duan sat in the main seat and asked doubtfully.
Eugene Hua stood up gently, held a wooden spoon in his hand, filled him with white rice porridge, and replied:
"Pan'er's stomach is bloated and I can't eat anything this morning."
I hope you're not angry with me... Zhao Du felt at peace in his heart, silently shed tears of sympathy for his sister, and ate happily.
Maybe it's really hot.
Eugene Flower didn't wear her beloved dark green skirt, and changed into a long skirt that was light and breathable.
Paired with a woman's bun and plump figure, Zhao Duan reminds Zhao Duan of the palace-dressed beauties on the pictures of ladies in the Tang Dynasty.
Dayu's clothing style was open, especially after the empress ascended the throne, the women in the capital became more and more bold in dressing.
The piece worn by Eugene Flower is probably similar to the "low-cut dress" of the Tang Dynasty in movies and TV series.
Well, the version that has not been coded by the harmony of mythical beasts.
It is quite popular nowadays, so Zhao Duan walked on the street for the past two days, taking in everything he could see and lingering, getting an experience similar to that of wandering around a university town in the summer.
"The weather is hot these days, so buy some ice for your home to cool off."
Zhao Duan glanced at his stepmother's clothes that were wet with sweat and said.
Eugene Flower hesitated and said:
"The price of ice in Beijing is not cheap. Most of the elders are in the yamen, so even if they buy ice at home, they can't save it."
At this time, ice cubes are stored in cellars during the winter and dug out for sale in hot weather.
There are many nobles, high-ranking officials, and wealthy gentry in the capital, so ice has always been in short supply.
"Is it expensive? I don't have enough ice, so I can just use saltpeter." Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment and asked.
"Saltpeter?" Eugene Hua looked confused.
He doesn't seem to understand how saltpeter and ice are related.
"Saltpeter makes ice, haven't you heard of it?" Zhao Duan was surprised.
As far as he knew, this ancient method of making ice had already appeared in the late Tang and early Song Dynasties.
Although the Dayu Dynasty cannot be compared with the historical period it is familiar with, its handicraft industry is already developed.
He subconsciously believed that similar methods had already spread.
Apart from other things, I have copied all the time-travel novels.
Eugene Hua shook his head and said with shame: "My aunt is just a woman, and she doesn't know as much as Da Lang."
This is not a matter of knowledge, but business opportunities...
Zhao Duan did not expect that he would have the opportunity to fill in the gaps in history, and he immediately said with joy:
"Auntie, come here!"
Eugene Hua twisted her round hips and moved closer, but her eyes glanced at the servants and maids who were doing their work outside the hall, feeling a little nervous.
After a while, the stepmother blinked her big eyes curiously:
"Is this... really possible?"
Zhao Duan smiled and said: "My aunt, please order someone to buy saltpeter and try it at home."
He has not verified it, he only read the method in the book.
If it really works out, you can take advantage of the dog days to make a fortune.
Although the fastest way to make money is corruption, Zhao Duan has offended too many people recently.
He also wants to avoid the limelight, and it will be very troublesome if others are caught with evidence of corruption.
Eugene Hua was doubtful, but still bit his lip and said "Yes".
After all, Dalang is in charge of the family.
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After meal.
Zhao Duan walked out of the house and saw a carriage parked under the big willow tree outside the courtyard.
The driver was a young man in his early twenties, an attendant of Lihuatang. He looked upright and acted neatly.
It was the "full-time driver" assigned to him by Zhao Duan, whose surname was Wang. Zhao Duan used to call him "Xiao Wang".
"grown ups!"
The driver, Xiao Wang, saluted respectfully, then placed a small stool under the car and opened half of the curtain.
Zhao Duan got into the car with satisfaction and said lazily: "Let's go to the Yamen."
Two days have passed since the mole was captured.
After bidding farewell to Zhang Yan that day, Zhao Duan went to Zhao Yamen in the afternoon to take care of the funeral arrangements.
After learning that the remaining six detectives had been lifted from confinement, they returned to lead various halls in Jinyi, using the two moles as a breakthrough point, striving to expand their results in one go.
However, Zhao Duan knows very well that he should give up when he sees something good and cannot eat alone.
He had already taken the biggest credit, so he didn't grab the remaining soup.
In this way, Zhang Han, Haitang and others were surprised and accepted his love.
In addition, Zhao Duan also had a private chat with Ma Yan, properly handled Zhu Kui's funeral, removed him from the anti-party incident, and determined that he would die in the line of duty.
As for more follow-up, the case was transferred to the "Three Laws Division". All Ma Yan could do was to try to dig out more information from the two people in Tiechuguan before handing over the prisoners.
Zhao Duan never intervened.
After news of the case spread, it caused quite a stir in the official circles of the capital.
Although Zhao Duan tried his best to give credit to Ma Yan.
Trying to hide behind the scenes and maintain his incompetent persona.
But smart people have realized that this "Ewha Jisi" is not simple.
"Sigh, it will be difficult to continue to use people to deceive people in the future." Zhao Duan sighed with regret.
The carriage was driving and soon entered the lively Zhuque Street.
Zhao Duan closed his eyes and concentrated, but noticed that the carriage suddenly slowed down.
He opened his eyelids and asked through the trembling car curtain: "What's going on? Is the road difficult to walk?"
I complained in my heart: I have traveled through time, but I still can’t avoid the morning rush hour traffic jam in Beijing...
The coachman Xiao Wang's voice came: "Sir, there is a sedan on the other side blocking us. It seems to be intentional."
Translated: Their car was pinned.
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows without being careless.
He immediately sat upright, gently raised the car window with his right hand, and stuck out half of his head to look.
On the bustling street, which was big enough for three ordinary carriages to go parallel, in front of their carriage was a six-carriage sedan.
Coming towards you.
The body of the sedan is quite large, with dragons and phoenixes painted on it, and a red silk curtain hangs from the top. The style is not something ordinary people would dare to use.
At this moment, there were six strong bearers around the sedan, carrying it on their shoulders with steady steps, holding the big sedan firmly.
It is worth mentioning that long before the founding of the Yu Dynasty, sedans, which were carried on human shoulders and were far more comfortable and stable than horse-drawn carriages, had become popular.
Officials of the previous dynasty had a sedan for each person, and they had to ride in the sedan even if they walked dozens of steps.
When Dayu was founded, Emperor Taizu summed up the lessons of the previous dynasty and promulgated laws requiring people not to make progress in order to avoid the desire for pleasure.
Any official of the Yu Dynasty was prohibited from riding in a sedan chair.
Only in rare special ceremonies are brief rides allowed.
Although six hundred years have passed and control in many places is not strict, at the feet of the emperor in the capital, officials still follow ancient precepts.
Therefore, it is the private gentry who ride in sedan chairs more often.
But it can only be carried by two people at most, and four people are already a minority.
Carrying it six times like this violates etiquette, not to mention the decoration of the body, which vaguely indicates that the owner of the sedan has a distinguished status.
"Make way and take a look." Zhao Duan said calmly.
"yes!"
The coachman, Xiao Wang, adjusted the reins and tried to move aside to let the other party go first.
However, the sedan seemed to be specifically against them.
No matter which way they go, they all move in sync, firmly blocking the front.
Making it difficult for the carriage to move forward.
Zhao Duan narrowed his eyes and was sure that the other party had bad intentions. He thought for a moment, looked back and said:
"Stop the car. Identify yourself to the other party and ask where they are."
The coachman, Xiao Wang, responded, reined in the reins, and saw the carriage stopped and the sedan landing firmly on the ground.
"This is the chariot of Mr. Zhao from the Imperial Office. May I ask who is in the sedan opposite?" Xiao Wang said.
There was no immediate answer inside the sedan, but it shook faintly a few times. Along with the sound of gasping, it seemed that there was more than one person inside.
Zhao Duan, who had both ears and eyesight, suddenly looked strange.
Immediately, after waiting for a few more breaths, I heard a bearer on the other side say:
"This is the sedan chair of the Grand Chief of Yunyang. I would like to invite Ambassador Zhao to come out and speak."
According to the custom of Dayu, the emperor's daughter is called "princess", his sisters are called "eldest princess", and his aunt is called "eldest princess".
Princess Yunyang?
In the carriage, Zhao Duan's eyes narrowed and he thought to himself:
Sure enough!
In the capital, he is not an official but dares to ride in a sedan chair and has a grudge against him.
After much deliberation, the only choice was the empress's aunt, the wife of the consort Li Shuping, the rather "loose" Princess Yunyang.
Previously, after Li Lang was taken out of prison, Zhao Duan was busy catching the mole and paid no attention to him.
I thought that for the sake of the empress, this matter would be revealed, but the other party was obviously not prepared to swallow her anger.
"Sir? Look..."
The driver Xiao Wang asked for instructions through the curtain.
Zhao Duan thought for a moment, raised his hand to hold the sword in the car, and used the scabbard to gently open the car curtain.
But he didn't get out of the car. He just sat cross-legged in the carriage, looked across and said loudly: "I, Zhao Duan, do you have any advice for the eldest princess?"
At this moment, there were also people watching around, but seeing this posture, one knew that both parties were by no means simple figures.
There is no need to drive away, just watch from afar.
There was a car and a sedan, and a large area suddenly became vacant around them.
The large sedan chair shook a few more times, and the faint sounds of men and women talking could be heard.
Immediately, a man's hand suddenly appeared from inside the thick sedan curtain.
Grab a corner of the curtain and slowly open half of it.
Zhao Duan's eyelids twitched, and despite his calmness, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Just because the man in the sedan was not the consort Li Shuping.
Instead, he was a man about thirty or forty years old, with a fine beard and an impressive appearance.
At this moment, his upper body was casually wrapped in a burqa, with silk pajamas hidden underneath. He was half sitting and half leaning lazily. The large carriage was also covered with thick silk quilts.
At this moment, the strange man's other arm seemed to be hugging a woman.
But because only half of the curtain was opened, the whole picture could not be seen.
Zhao Duan could only vaguely see a woman's fair and delicate hands, holding a thin and breathable blanket to cover the man's body.
At the hem of the lifted curtain, a pair of long white python-like legs of a woman could be vaguely seen, sitting cross-legged.
What white announcement...
Zhao Duan's eyes twitched, and before he could spit out his old words, he heard the coachman Xiao Wang beside him say in surprise:
"Xia Jianghou!"
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A new plot has started, it’s a bit laggy, and the update is late.
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