Although Han Du really wanted to know what Princess Anqing wrote to him, he still waited patiently until the next shift. After returning home, he hid in the room alone with his family on his back. Take out the Analects of Confucius and translate the numbers one by one.
After Han Du saw the message that Princess Anqing wanted to convey to him, a smile bloomed on his face. Although he didn't see Princess Anqing's handwriting and now only saw the translation by himself, Han Du still felt very satisfied, as if he was wrapped in a burst of warmth.
It was as if there was a connection between himself and Princess Anqing.
Therefore, between people, intention is the most important. Once you realize it, everything will be done.
Han Du waited for a long time before someone knocked on his door before he came back to his senses.
After hastily putting the envelope away, Han Du went to open the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Han Jingyun standing furtively outside the door. Han Du couldn't help but asked in confusion: "What are you doing here?"
Han Jingyun looked into the room for a while, but didn't find anything unusual. Then he turned back to Han Du and said dissatisfied: "Sister, I saw that you didn't eat much for dinner today, brother, so I wanted to come over and have a look, but I didn't expect you. You don’t even appreciate it, if I had known I wouldn’t have come.”
Then don't come!
Your arrival interrupted my thoughts about Princess Anqing.
Seeing that Jing Yun was shameless and had no intention of leaving, Han Du had no choice but to let her open the door and invite her to come in and sit.
Han Jingyun walked in and walked around Han Du's room. He didn't find anything unusual at all, and he was immediately disappointed. She found that Han Du was absent-minded while eating today. She thought she would find something interesting here, but she was disappointed.
Seeing her impatience, Han Du casually chatted with her for a few useless gossips, which made Han Jingyun unbearable and ran away.
Small sample.
Still want to come here to inquire about military information from me? Girl, you are still a little young.
Han Du closed the door again, spread out the paper on the desk, picked up a pen, thought for a while, and wrote the corresponding numbers based on the Analects of Confucius, "If life is just like the first time we met."
...
The next day, Han Du brought the letter to the East Palace early in the morning and asked Zhu Biao to help him deliver it to Princess Anqing.
Zhu Biao accepted the letter and waited for Han Du to leave. Looking at the ghost-drawing talismans in the letter that were similar to those given to him by An Qing, a strong sense of frustration arose spontaneously, and Zhu Biao felt it. Han Du and An Qing must be able to understand these ghostly symbols.
But what exactly is going on?
How can two people who have only met once and never said a word to each other understand the same thing?
Zhu Biao was puzzled, and finally he could only sigh and give up. He had a hunch in his heart that his sister might grow wings and fly away.
Just fly away, the key is that she still has to disobey her father's will.
Thinking of this, Zhu Biao's forehead got bigger. He doesn't know now whether it is right or wrong to help Han Du.
After Han Du put the letter in Zhu Biao's hands, he stopped taking care of it because he was sure that Zhu Biao would help deliver it to Princess Anqing.
Zhu Biao, what a good person.
The name of "kindness and generosity" does not mean that officials are shamelessly flattering him, but Zhu Biao does just that.
Han Du came to the Banknote Printing Bureau again.
Ink, ink, ink!
Han Du was thinking about the word "ink" now, but he didn't expect that this ink would be so difficult to work with. Originally, Han Du thought that he could come up with the ink by relying on his little knowledge of ink and experimenting like making cement. He did not expect that the difficulty of the matter exceeded his imagination. These days, he and the craftsmen led by Hu Xing have tried it no less than a hundred times. But this only improves the performance of the ink a little, and there is still a big gap between the performance of the ink and what Handu wants.
Hu Xing had already carved the printing plate. Han Du had inspected it and was very satisfied with the printing plate. Now everything is ready, all we need is east wind and ink. Unexpectedly, ink turned out to be the last difficulty for Han Du to print treasure banknotes, so Han Du had to get the ink out no matter what.
Continuous failures are very demotivating to people.
When Han Du came to the Banknote Printing Bureau, the craftsmen were scattered like an army that had just lost a battle. Some were slumped in chairs, while others simply sat on the ground.
When Han Du came in, except for Hu Xing who stood up to greet him, no one else even stood up. They all lowered their heads and chose to avoid Han Du's eyes, not daring to look at him.
Han Du glanced around and didn't say a word to cheer him up. He just ordered coldly: "Bring the raw materials and continue testing."
Han Du knew that at this time, no matter what chicken soup or chicken blood was given, the effect would be very small. Because in the past few days, Han Du has already said everything that needs to be said and the morale that needs to be boosted.
At this time, Han Du could only grit his teeth and "move forward the harder it gets." Only when you are at the front can others have the energy to follow.
In the evening, Han Du returned home exhausted.
After a hasty dinner, I put on my pillow and fell into sleep.
...
Just when Han Du fell asleep, in the Fengtian Palace, Lao Zhu also took a long breath and twisted his shoulders and neck to relieve his fatigue.
The old eunuch was waiting on the side, offering ginseng tea at the right time, "Your Majesty, please have some tea."
Lao Zhu casually took the ginseng tea and drank it all in one gulp. After the ginseng tea entered his stomach, Lao Zhu felt a ball of heat spreading from his chest to his limbs, and his whole body felt relaxed.
He returned the tea cup to the old eunuch and asked, "What is that boy Han Du doing recently?"
Since the last time Charcoal and Shitan suppressed each other, Han Du was called over for a scolding. He had never seen Han Du, and Lao Zhu couldn't help but want to know Han Du's current situation.
The old eunuch naturally had a source of information, and the emperor paid special attention to Han Du, so he never relaxed his collection of information about Han Du.
So he replied confidently: "I heard they were getting some ink in the Banknote Printing Bureau? It's been going on for many days. I forget to eat and sleep. I heard that people have lost weight. It sounds scary."
The old eunuch said softly while beating the emperor's shoulders to help relieve the pain.
If at the beginning, the old eunuch said a few nice words to Han Du, it was for the sake of the money Han Du gave him. So now, the old eunuch truly admires Han Du.
The old eunuch can live to this age in the palace, and can also crawl to the emperor's side to serve him. What kind of official has he not seen in his life? However, the old eunuch dared to say that he had never seen an official working as hard as Han Du.
