Chapter 585: The emperor sells meat in the street

After Kunning Palace was burned to ruins, Chu Huaixiu appointed Gu Chongshan as the superintendent, and rebuilt the palace on the site of Kunning Palace, named Xiaoyao Palace, dedicated to Wen Tong.
Gather the treasures of the world, gold as bricks, pearls as curtains, pepper mud for wall decoration, exquisite ivory carvings, and ambergris fragrant gold one or two, extremely luxurious and luxurious.
In the southeast corner of the imperial palace, six palaces were flattened and a hundred hectares of land were vacated. Chang’an-style shops, wine shops, and song houses were built, and the palace people were ordered to pretend to be vegetable vendors, fish sellers, shopkeepers, small two, common people, etc. Kind of people from the market, wearing Dayong costumes, and walking among them, creating a sense of Chang'an City.
Nan Baoyi wandered around this palace market with Xiao Yi, stunned.
She was curious: "What does Chu Huaixiu want to do?"
Xiao Yi sneered: "I want to find a way to pursue the imperial sister-in-law. At first, he wanted to send troops to attack Dayong and avenge the imperial brother, but was rejected by the imperial sister-in-law. Later, seeing that the imperial sister-in-law was depressed all day long, so he spent a lot of money to build luxurious palaces and built Changan style. The city’s place relieved her of worries and boredom so that she would not miss her hometown."
Nan Baoyi exhaled a cloud of white mist in silence.
It turns out that being an emperor can really do whatever he wants.
She sat with Xiao Yi beside the pastry shop on the street, looking around curiously: "Where is the emperor's wife?"
Xiao Yi lifted his jaw.
Looking at Nan Baoyi, the emperor's sister-in-law was wearing a large Lama Temple, sitting in front of the stage with the court ladies, watching the singing and dancing of Chang'an. Perhaps she was thinking of the crown prince, and Xingyan was a little surprised.
She couldn't bear to step forward to disturb, and said, "Where is Chu Huaixiu?"
"Sell meat over there."
"Sell...meat?!"
Nan Baoyi was surprised.
An unsightly picture emerged in her mind, and she quickly looked at Chu Huaixiu.
It turns out that selling meat here is not selling meat.
Chu Huaixiu tied his ponytail casually, with a few strands of hair scattered between his forehead, his handsome face with a smile, his naked upper body, wearing linen trousers, an apron around his waist, and a stall full of pork in front of him. With a greasy big kitchen knife in his hand, he quickly cut a piece of fat and thin pork belly and sold it to the maid who came to buy the meat.
The court lady crowed like a rooster, uttering a series of excited screams, still holding a string of pork belly, she couldn't wait to shyly cover her face.
The other palace ladies swarmed up and all came to buy meat from the emperor.
Nan Baoyi: "..."
The brain paused for a few moments.
She couldn't believe it: "Chu Huaixiu is crazy?!"
"Caiyi entertains the relatives." Xiao Yi drank a sip of tea, "in an attempt to make the emperor happy in this way."
Nan Baoyi looked at Chu Huaixiu carefully.
Sure enough, I saw him showing off his sword skills like a treasure, and from time to time he had to glance in the direction of the imperial sister-in-law. When he noticed that the other party didn't care about his movements, he was not discouraged, and the more he sold, the more courageous.
Well, the world of Love Saint, she doesn't understand.
After watching the fresh meal, she worried: "The emperor sells meat in the street, it's nonsense, didn't the courtiers advise me?"
Xiao Yi was noncommittal: "Jiaojiao look over there."
Nan Baoyi looked over.
Gu Chongshan was expressionless after sitting behind a medicinal stall.
Countless ladies of the family squeezed in front of the booth, scrambling to buy medicinal materials from him, but it was not so much buying medicine, as it was more like to see the beauty of the nine thousand years old up close.
Sure enough, people with good looks can eat well no matter where they are.
She looked over again, the prime minister's jewelry shop, the official historian's bookstore, the cloth shop of the Hubu, the wine shop of the Ministry of Rites, the porcelain shop of Jingzhaoyin, etc., row upon row, the house was lively.
"I understand," she sighed, "Chu Huaixiu got all the courtiers here, and everyone earns money. Those courtiers will naturally not persuade the emperor. Brother brother, do you have any shops? What is it?"
"Jiaojiao guess."
"Shu Brocade?"
"wrong."
"Banks?"
"wrong."
Nan Baoyi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Then I can't guess it."
Xiao Yi paused for a moment and said, "Vinegar."
Nan Baoyi: "Well, it fits the second brother quite well."
It was lively, and a bay red horse galloped up.
The horseback, wearing cowhide boots, wearing a red palace dress, a cloak with brown animal skin tied around her waist, and a large fox fur collar tied around her neck, with black hair and snow skin, her expression arrogant.
She waved her long whip, said something that was not understood by others, and laughed sharply from time to time, making the hundreds of civil and military officials and eunuchs all over the street bewildered.
Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows.
Others did not understand the girl's words, but she did.
This girl is from the Northern Wei Dynasty and speaks the local dialect of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
During her previous life in Xichang, Gu Chongshan not only sent her to the workshop to learn singing and dancing, teaching her riding and shooting skills, but also taught her the language of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Fortunately, she is quite talented in language and still remembers the language of the Northern Wei Dynasty. .
She translated to Xiao Yi: "She is the princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty. She is a scumbag who scolds Nanyue people for being defeated. She should bow down to her."
Xiao Yi nodded.
He glanced at Gu Chongshan from a distance.
It seems that the Northern Wei mission entered Beijing ahead of schedule.
He said: "I have something wrong, Jiaojiao sit here, don't run around, wait for me to come back."
Nan Baoyi nodded.
Xiao Yi got up and left Gongzhong City at the same time as Gu Chongshan.
Nan Baoyi is still paying attention to the princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
She was not good at riding, accidentally knocked down the fish shop, rolled off her horse in embarrassment, and rolled over the fish basin full of clear water, completely wet.
The little palace lady who sold fish was frightened, so she knelt down and kowtow to her crying.
However, the princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty was still furious, raised her horse whip and drew fiercely at the little palace lady, pumping the little palace lady covered in blood, rolling back and forth on the ground begging for mercy.
Nan Baoyi didn't want to care.
But thinking of myself in my previous life, I had been lashed under the feet of others, and I had rolled around begging for mercy in this way, and finally I felt a trace of compassion.
She held the whip of the princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, spoke the Northern Wei language that was half her unfamiliar, and said seriously: "She didn't mean to ask the princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty to forgive her, in order to show the generosity and kindness of the Northern Wei Dynasty."
The girl raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised that someone understood the dialect of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
She took a piece of paper from her arms.
Because of the wetness, some of the ink characters on the paper are not clear.
She said: "The Northern Wei Dynasty mission arrived in Beijing. This is what the princess will say at the state banquet tomorrow night. Since you understand the languages ​​of the two countries, can you make up for this princess?"
Nan Baoyi took it.
The paper is full of daily communication terms, such as "the emperor of South Vietnam is rich and happy", "we are here for peace between the two countries", "thank you", "you are also beautiful" and so on.
This translation is not difficult.
Nan Baoyi sat in front of the Sibao shop in the streetside study, and retranslated and transcribed it.
As it was written, I heard the princess of the Northern Wei Dynasty standing behind, cursing in the more vulgar Western Northern Wei dialect: "Little bitch, it's great to speak the two languages, what prestige!"
She had also heard Gu Chongshan speak this rarer dialect of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Dan Feng's eyes flashed coldly.
With a flick of her pen, she translated "Southern Vietnam Emperor Wanfu Jinan" into "South Vietnam Emperor is a club", and so on.
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The imperial palace opened a market, inspired by the Nanqi Emperor Xiao Baojuan:
Set up a market in the palace garden, eunuchs kill pigs and sheep, palace ladies sell wine and meat, and Concubine Pan serves as the city order