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Volume 1: The Essentials of Juemei Chapter 171: Qingru

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    When leaving Qianqing Palace, He Shen explained to him the meaning of the yellow mantle.  The yellow mandarin jacket is bright yellow, that is, light yellow, and is a color reserved exclusively for emperors. Generally, princes and concubines can only wear golden yellow (dark yellow), while ordinary people are only allowed to wear apricot yellow (red-yellow) at most.  Bright yellow is the most noble. Except for the emperor, only the emperor's personal servants who serve him are authorized to wear bright yellow. The coats of these imperial guards or ministers are all made of bright yellow satin or gauze (winter silk and summer gauze), without patterns and colorful sleeves.  .  The yellow mandarin jackets worn by these people are called "zhiren mandarin jackets", or "Tushan mandarin jackets" in Manchu dialect. When their duties are terminated, they must be returned and cannot be worn again.  The yellow mantle given by the emperor is different. It can be worn on all important occasions. If necessary, it can be seen by the third-level official for convenience. Anyone who gets the yellow mantle given by the emperor will regard it as a supreme glory and holy thing.  "If the emperor hadn't thought of your merits in escorting Yangzhou, I'm afraid he wouldn't have rewarded you like this." He Shen said.  Just as he was talking, Li Yuantong hurried over.  "Mo Can, congratulations. I heard that the emperor gave you a yellow mantle. This is a great thing of divine grace. Brother Li will treat you to a good time tonight. Where are you staying now?" "Staying in the inn temporarily.  ." Mo Can replied.  "Okay, wait for me, see you there or not." Li Yuantong said and left with a smile.  "You go back first. I will notify the Ministry of Household Affairs to cancel the registration and open an account for Xu Sumiang and Lu's mother and son. After completing the procedures, they will be sent to the post office." He Shen said.  "Thank you, sir." Mo Can returned to the post house, and Na Lahong was surprised when he saw the yellow mantle given by Qianlong, and asked what was going on.  "This is because I was rewarded for my service in escorting the driver in Yangzhou two years ago." Mo Can didn't say much else.  "In the past, anyone in the court who was rewarded with a yellow mantle had to keep it at home and burn incense and worship it every day." Mo Can smiled.  Said: "Master He Shen is already handling the matter of canceling registration and opening an account. He said that after the completion of the process, he will send someone to deliver the certification documents to the post office." "Oh, if only there was such a way, Madam wouldn't know how to do it.  I have been struggling in Ryukyu for so many years," Na Lahong sighed.  As expected, Heshen worked quickly and sent someone to deliver an envelope at dusk. The whole family was extremely excited holding the documents proving the deregistration and opening an account. Mr. Lu actually cried with joy at the side, the longevity boy Funan was also overjoyed, and Na Lahong was even more excited.  Mixed feelings.  "Mo Can. These banknotes are no longer needed, take them back." Na Lahong wanted to return them to Mo Can.  "You should keep this little money for use. After all, you still have to buy land and buy a house in the capital, and there are a lot of places to spend money." "How good is this." Nalahong said with a blush.  "It doesn't matter, they are all here after robbing one's family, and there is not enough left." "What?" Na Lahong was stunned when he heard this.  Mo Can smiled and said: "Don't worry, there is a way to get it." Narafula Mo Can stepped aside and asked him quietly: "Uncle, do you really have any martial arts secrets?" Mo Can shook his head.  : "There are no martial arts secrets. It's just that Master Jin Danzi taught me a set of exercises and some adventures." Na La Fu blushed and muttered: "You are my uncle. Fu Nan is a junior, so I can say whatever I want.  "Can you teach me this set of exercises?" Mo Can thought and said, "It's okay to teach you. But practicing this set of 'Shrinking Titus Qigong' is very risky. It's easy to get paralyzed or lose your mind when I practiced it."  At the end of the day, when Wen Ruo was about to go crazy, the sixth level of Xuanqi Kung Fu happened to hit the Tanzhong point, and he fainted for three days before he came back to life. Otherwise, you and he would have been paralyzed in bed.  Shou Nan is the heir to the Xu family, so he must not take this risk. " "But my martial arts is too weak now, and there is no other way to improve my skills. It will be over if I meet a master like Gu Dujian again."  He said awkwardly.  "Let's do this. I'll give you some pills that can increase your internal strength and speed up the progress of practicing 'Xuan Tian Kung'. We'll see how it goes after a while." "Uncle Xie Tang." Nalafu had no choice but to say.  Mo Can gave him a few pills of elixirs refined from the spirit world demon elixir. Among them, the wood attribute elixirs are mainly used for hair growth, which will definitely be of great help in improving the progress of cultivation.  "Uncle, did you make Master Ziyang and Master Tianxu look like this?" "Yes," Mo Can nodded and admitted, "Master Tianxu wore the golden elixir in order to obtain the 'Shrinking Titus San Qigong'  The Pipa bone has been locked in a cave in the forbidden area of ??Jiugong Mountain for thirty years. When I rescued the master, the two real people chased them all the way to western Yunnan. I had no choice but to subdue them. It was magnanimous not to kill them. " "It turns out that it was.  That¡¯s what happened.¡± Narafu suddenly realized.    Li Yuantong arrived at the post house on time and dragged Mo Can out and onto the carriage.  "Brother Li, where are we going?" "Don't ask, I'll take you to broaden your horizons." Li Yuantong pretended to be mysterious.  Most of the brothels in the capital are located in the inner city. Most of them are high-grade official prostitutes. Many officials hang out here and enjoy themselves. Those who are officials and wealthy people like to ask brothel girls to accompany them when they have banquets, play music and sing ditties.  The carriage stopped at Goulan Hutong. As soon as we got off the car, we saw brothel girls and artists holding the railings at the entrance of the alley, selling and singing. It was very lively with people coming and going inside.  "This is the most famous brothel in the capital. 'Goulan' here is the popular term for brothel. Today I will introduce you to the popular Qingyin Xiaobantou brand. Just wait and see." Li Yuantong introduced enthusiastically.  explain.  "Brother Li, I'm not used to fireworks all over the streets, so I'd better go somewhere else to drink." "Hey, don't underestimate these women with fireworks. They are not only good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and reciting poems, but they are also young, beautiful, and refined.  Haven't you heard the saying, "In ancient times, chivalrous women came out to have sex?" Let me tell you, today's saints sometimes come out of the palace in disguise to have fun." As he spoke, he came to a small building with gorgeous and exquisite decorations.  The plaque above reads "Qingyin Xiaoban".  "Hey, it turns out Mr. Li is here. Come on, please. This young man is very unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?" A rather elegant madam came forward and greeted him warmly.  ¡°This is my brother, bring him to see the world.¡± Li Yuantong chuckled and dragged Mo Can in without any explanation.  The two came to a fragrant boudoir with a faint scent of powder. There were calligraphy and paintings on the walls, the Four Treasures of the Study on the table, and a maid serving fragrant tea. There was no clue that this was a brothel.  Mo Can sat on the chair and felt a little uneasy. When he was killing the six-fingered Gu woman, he accidentally entered a brothel in Phoenix City. However, the tranquility and elegance of this house was completely different from the smoky atmosphere there.  Behind a bead curtain was the inner room. Not long after, a woman in green clothes was faintly seen sitting behind the curtain, with a guqin placed in front of her, and she said, "Master Li, can you listen to the song "Qiao Qiao Qiao" today?  "The accent is Wu dialect, which is soft and soft, and it sounds very nice.  ¡°This is the ¡®Southern Class¡¯, all beauties from the south of the Yangtze River, both beautiful and beautiful.¡± Li Yuantong whispered.  At this time, Qing Ru chanted: "The rise and fall of ancient and modern times is like the back of a hand, but the green mountains and green waters remain intact. The gains and losses of a thousand years are just a matter of paying the fishermen and woodcutter." Before the words fell, the sound of the piano started.  The elegant overtones suddenly seem to take people into the deep mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, with the water and clouds covering the sky, the vast mist, the mountains majestic, the water vast, the axes chopping tinkling, the sound of oars, and the faint replies between fishermen and woodcutter.  Now under the finger.  Mo Can has never heard such elegant music, and his heart has entered that distant artistic conception.  With the clear chants of ten fingers, the rolling brush and the three bombs, the towering mountains and the sound of the woodcutter's ax are as if they are on the scene, depicting the unrestrained, unrestrained and contented feelings of the hermit in the mountains, which is very exciting.  Infinite yearning.  At the end of the song, Mo Can was still immersed in his reverie and murmured: "I seem to have seen the nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain, the fishermen of Erhai Lake shaking their oars, the woodcutter of Yuju Mountain chopping wood, the hunters driving eagles, the hermit chanting  " "This little brother is really a person of temperament. He can change his mood when he hears the music, as clear as a close friend." The bead curtain was lifted, and a beautiful and elegant woman came out and said a blessing with a slight bend on her knees.  Mo Can quickly stood up with a blushing face and returned the gift, causing Li Yuantong to snicker.  "He is Brother Li's friend, and there is no need to be formal. It seems that I am not from the capital." Qingru smiled slightly.  "My name is Mo Can, from Dali, Yunnan." "Brother Mo, can you recognize the music?" Mo Can shook his head: "I don't know." "There is a Zen master in Dali who is a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting, have you ever heard of him?" Qing Rujian  He was cautious, so he changed the subject understandingly.  "Old monk in charge of Gantong Temple, you know that my family lives in Mojiayi, not far from the temple." Qingru smiled faintly and asked, "Brother Li and Brother Mo are willing to have a banquet with Qingru?  "Of course, Brother Mo, you still don't know that Miss Qingru is the number one here. How many dignitaries want to sit at the same table with her but can't get her," Li Yuantong explained.  Mo Can nodded.  Qingru immediately ordered the maid to ask for a table of good wine and food, which was delivered within a few moments. The three of them drank and chatted happily.  During the dinner, when talking about the customs and customs of western Yunnan and the old monk in charge of Gantong Temple, Mo Can asked Qingru if he knew the dying verse.  "Qingru has never heard of the 'death verse'." So Mo Can told the story of when he was a Zen teacher.??The story of a handwritten verse written in handwriting before death.  "The sky is broken and the earth is broken. If you think it is a responsibility, you will miss it. Who dares to sit down if your tongue is broken." He read to Qingru.  "What a strange poem." Li Yuantong said.  "Yes, no one can understand this verse for more than a hundred years." Mo Can explained.  "Western Yunnan is far and remote. If the scribes from the Central Plains go there, it will definitely be solved." Li Yuantong said.  "Many talented and learned people from the Central Plains have come here, including several bachelors from the Hanlin Academy, but they still can't agree on one thing and can't figure it out." At this time, Qingru chuckled and said, "These are all well-read  A scholar of poetry and calligraphy is not as good as a brothel girl like me." "What do you mean, Miss Qingru, can you solve the last verse of the old monk's poem?" Mo Can asked doubtfully.  "A little girl can figure it out." Qingru replied.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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