Dream Hua Embers Records

Yan Yin shook her head, and said softly: "Besides mother, you are the most caring person to me..." Puhan is also very good, but a bit rough-handed, Father...Father...even in my heart, Yan Yin didn't know how to evaluate Yan Qihao, after all, the time they spent together was too short, if all of them were added together, it might not be as long as the time with Puhan.

Hearing this comment, Kang Mao was a little embarrassed, and felt that he deserved it, so he blurted out: "It's nothing. Cleaning people's wounds is similar to exposing paintings and calligraphy. I have done a lot, and my hands and feet are naturally lighter than others. some."

Hearing this, Yan Yin became interested, quickly pressed the bed with her hands, turned over, and asked, "What's the matter with unframed calligraphy and painting? Can you tell me about it?"

Seeing the bruises on the back of Yan Yin's hand, Kang Mao hurriedly took his hand and asked, "How did this hand hurt? How did it become like this?"

"Father stepped on it..." Yan Yin lowered her head and whispered.

Kang Mao frowned and raised his voice, "Why did your father step on your hand? What if you step on it and break it? This is a lifetime thing!"

"Father didn't do it on purpose! That porcelain bottle fell on the floor, I went to pick it up, he accidentally stepped on it..." Yan Yin quickly covered it up for Yan Qihao.

Kang Mao shook his head, but it was inconvenient to comment, so he took the medicinal wine again and gently rubbed it on the back of Yan Yin's hand.

"This bottle is broken, can it be repaired?" Yan Yin said, took out the bottle from her arms, and showed Kang Mao the lack of glaze.

Kang Mao stroked the lack of glaze with his fingers and shook his head.

"Didn't it mean that even if it is cracked, it can be glued back together?"

"Even if the most skilled craftsman glues the broken porcelain well, no flaws can be seen in the sun, but if it is illuminated by candlelight, the cracks will be invisible, and the repaired porcelain in this way will not look good. If you use it, it will leak. This kind of lack of glaze can also be imitated and repaired with pigments. It looks seamless, but when you touch it with your hands, you can still feel the difference from the original glaze. Therefore, this kind of porcelain Things are the toughest, not afraid of fire, ice, oil, or acid and alkali, but they are also the most fragile, as long as they are slightly bumped, they will be smashed to pieces, and there is no way to recover."

"But I've seen nails used to bind broken porcelain together, and it can still hold water without leaking."

"It's curium nails. If it's repaired like that, it won't leak, but it will make the porcelain full of wounds..." Kang Mao looked a little sad, and gently put down Yan Yin's hand.

"I hurt my hand, so I can't learn painting from you?" Yan Yin asked, looking at the injured hand that had been medicated.

"It's okay, no bone is hurt, it will be fine after a few days, and I will teach you when you recover." Kang Mao comforted with a smile.

After hearing this, Yan Yin also smiled slightly, and continued to ask: "Can you explain to me carefully what you just said about exposing paintings and calligraphy?"

Kang Mao nodded, and explained to Yan Yin the methods and steps in the process of uncovering and mounting old calligraphy and paintings, such as moistening, jointing, supporting, washing, repairing, full color, and inlaying.

Yan Yin listened carefully, completely forgetting the pain in her body.

But Kang Mao saw that it was getting late, so he didn't dare to let him stay longer, so he persuaded him after speaking in a hurry: "You should go back, it's getting late, they will be worried."

"No one is worried..." Yan Yin lowered her head and said sadly.

Kang Mao was puzzled.

"There is no one else on my side, only me..." Yan Yin explained.

"Your father will send someone over, and won't leave you alone."

"Really?" Yan Yin's eyes lit up, and she looked at Kang Mao with some doubts.

Kang Mao was a little guilty when he saw Yan Yin's clear eyes, and hurriedly avoided his sight, and said, "You go back first, maybe someone will come over later."

Yan Yin nodded obediently.

Kang Mao took the cloak that Yan Yin sent last time, put it on Yan Yin's body, and helped him put the hood of the cloak on. "Wait until you go out from the door, don't climb over the wall."

"This is for you, I can't take it back." Yan Yin refused.

"Are you willing to let them see your injuries?" Kang Mao pointed to the door.

Outside the door, there was a guard Yuan Bing, this Yan Yin naturally knew, she immediately blushed, pulled her hat slightly to cover her cheeks, and tightened the skirt of her clothes tightly, for fear that people would see the mystery on the trousers.

Kang Mao smiled, put his arm around Yan Yin's shoulders, and walked out.

When she reached the door, Yan Yin suddenly stopped, looked up into Kang Mao's eyes, and asked, "Brother Prince, you didn't draw a map for me on purpose to harm us, right?"

Kang Mao frowned, flashed a trace of unhappiness, but replied patiently, "Of course not, I've been stuck here for a month, how do I know what's going on in the city?" Ping, he added, "Is this how you see me?"

"No! No!" Yan Yin waved her hands again and again, sweat dripping from her head, "It's just that someone...someone said that, I don't believe it, but I can only rest assured if you say it yourself."

"Brother Prince..." Seeing that Kang Mao didn't speak, Yan Yin grabbed Kang Mao's sleeve with tears in her eyes, "Are you angry?"

"No..." Kang Mao shook his head, patted the top of Yan Yin's head lightly, and said, "Let's go."

The door opened, and several red lights at the door illuminated the front of the door like daytime. Yan Yin walked back and forth three times, until the two vermilion lacquered doors shut that thin blue figure into the darkness once again. .

When Yan Yin returned to her residence, she saw that the beds on the ground had been tidied up, Hua Rongdao and the broken mask were neatly placed on the table, and there was another fifteen or sixteen-year-old young soldier sitting on the table, His legs were swinging, and he was fiddling with the Nine Links in his hands.

"Who are you?" Yan Yin frowned slightly, her voice was cold.

The boy jumped off the table, pointed at his nose and smiled, "I was sent by the prince to take care of you, so you can call me Agu."

"I don't need someone to take care of me..." Yan Yin felt sore in her heart, thinking that if it was Puhan, she would definitely not be so unruly.

Agu took out a medicine jar from his arms, and said with a smile: "My lord ordered me to give you the medicine, and I'll go back to my lord when I'm done! Do you think I'm willing to take care of you?"

"Put down the medicine, I can take it myself." Yan Yin glanced at Agu coldly, it seemed that he really had the bearing of a little prince.

"That won't work! I'll do what the prince ordered. I'm the prince's subordinate, not yours, so I can't listen to you."

Yan Yin couldn't find a single mistake in her words, and didn't know how to refute, so she grabbed the mask angrily, opened the window, and threw it out, "What are you keeping for this junk!"

A Gu didn't mind either, with a cynical smile on his face, he folded his arms and looked at Yan Yin, as if he was chewing something.

"What are you eating?" Yan Yin became even more angry.

"Sugar. Do you want it?" Agu said while reaching out his hand to take out a piece of candy from his bosom, and handed it to Yan Yin.

It was a triangular piece of Zongzi candy, the glutinous rice paper on the outside was broken, it looked sticky and dirty, it was one of the two pieces of candy that Puhan gave Yan Yin in Daliang City.

"Where did you get it?" Yan Yin was even more upset.

"I picked it up on the ground." Aguli said confidently.

Yan Yin thought it was dirty at first, but she thought that this was one of the few things Puhan left for her, so she grabbed the piece of candy and stuffed it carefully into her purse.

"Puhan gave it to me, why do you eat it!" Yan Yin finally couldn't help it and burst out.

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