"Yu Xi?" Cheng Hanfei stopped drinking tea and looked up at Song Fengchen.

Yuxi, specifically refers to the emperor’s jade seal, is the common name for imperial seal, and the professional title should be Baoxi.

Baoxi began in the Qin Dynasty and was founded by Emperor Qin Shihuang. After the death of Qin, the Baoxi system was all inherited by Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, and was used until the Sui Dynasty.

According to the records of the Han Dynasty, the emperor had six seals: the emperor's seal, the emperor's seal, the emperor's seal, the emperor's seal, the emperor's seal, and the emperor's seal.

The six seals are used for different purposes, such as appointing court officials and printing the "Emperor's Seal"; appointing the officials of the Siyi, using the "Emperor's Seal"...

The Chuan Guoyu Seal (He's Bi) is not included in these six seals, it only represents the emperor's orthodox status.

In addition, the "Emperor Divine Seal" is the seal of the town, which is hidden and not used.

The above eight seals and their uses formed the so-called "Qin and Han Eight Seals System".

In the Tang Dynasty, when Wu Zetian proclaimed the emperor, he uniquely added a divine seal of "Emperor Tian Jing orders the virtuous to prosper", and the eight seal system was changed to the nine seal system.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, it increased to twelve treasures, and in the Southern Song Dynasty it was seventeen treasures.

At the end of Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang proclaimed himself emperor in Jiankang, named Daming, and changed Yuan to Hongwu. Following the Northern Expedition, Yuan Ting flees to Mobei, and the rumored jade seal has been lost.

From then on, the Ming and Qing dynasties produced a large number of jade seals in order to reduce the importance of the jade seals of the country.

Among them, the Ming Dynasty jade seals were twenty-four treasures. After the Manchu Dynasty entered the customs, in addition to the twenty-five treasures of the Jiaotai Hall for daily use, it also enshrines the "Ten Treasures of Shengjing". Except for these national seals, the emperor almost All love to carve private seals.

Especially the Emperor Qianlong, it is said that he has carved more than 1,800 square seals in his lifetime.

Therefore, the number of jade seals in the world is still very impressive. In addition, in this era, the country is still blank in museum construction. Most of the rare antique cultural relics are scattered among the people. Therefore, it is not difficult to find a jade seal. It is easy to say but not easy.

Anyway, Cheng Hanfei opened a **** shop, and there must be a lot of channels, otherwise Song Fengchen would not find him.

"Why is Mr. Song suddenly interested in Yuxi?" Cheng Han Feily put down the tea cup in his hand and asked.

Song Fengchen evasively said: "You also know that the guy in my family likes to play with these antiques. Isn't it his birthday in two months? I want to prepare a surprise for him."

"That's it," Cheng Hanfei raised his eyebrows, "I wonder what kind of jade seal Mr. Song wants?"

Regardless of whether Cheng Hanfei believed it or not, Song Fengchen said: "The Qing Dynasty is best from the Kang, Yong and Qian dynasties."

"How much?" Cheng Hanfei asked again.

"At least three, the national seal is the best." Song Fengchen thought for a while, then said: "The more the better."

Anyway, there are too many things.

Hearing this, he thought of Song Fengchen's identity again, and Cheng Hanfei had a plan in his heart, although he didn't know what purpose Song Fengchen wanted this jade seal for. But he is also a person of interest. Looking at Song Fengchen's attitude, it is obvious that he does not want people to know his intentions, so he suppressed his deep thoughts.

Cheng Hanfei nodded: "Okay, I'll look for it."

"Then trouble Mr. Cheng." Song Fengchen didn't call him help for nothing, and said: "It just so happened that the honeysuckle plant that my family planted had another stubble of flowers some time ago and got some buds. I will send some to Mr. Cheng the next day. Try it."

It wasn't Song Fengchen's generosity. Who made that honeysuckle be one of the few things he could handle. In addition, he sincerely wanted to make a friend of Han Fei, after all, multiple friends and multiple paths are not.

"Okay." Cheng Hanfei promised, he thought, the things that leaked from Song Fengchen's hands would never be ordinary products.

When he got home, Song Fengchen accompanied Xu Shujian to Beimen Street. The New Year's Day was approaching, and it was time to prepare the New Year's goods.

The streets were crowded with people coming and going, and Song Fengchen's feet were full of things.

"Apples, oranges, winter dates, pears," Xu Shujian checked the list of items on the ground one by one: "Pork, carp, beef, lamb chops, cabbage, eh...what about radishes?"

Song Fengchen looked around and kicked a sack beside his feet: "Here!"

"Pastry, pine nuts, flat hazel, fruit candy..." Xu Shujian put away the pen and paper, and said: "There are tobacco and alcohol at home, but there is not much rice, noodles and charcoal. Come tomorrow."

"Yes." Song Fengchen replied.

When the two of them put everything they bought back together, the kitchen and bedroom were already crammed.

Due to Song Fengchen's delay in the Hong Kong city for a while, the original plan to move into a new home before the New Year's Day was also disrupted.

After Song Fengchen counted the days, he simply shifted the time of the move back by half a month and set it for the Lantern Festival.

Therefore, the two can only spend this New Year in the hut.

On the twenty-ninth day, when Song Fengchen was sitting on a small bench, holding a toothpick skewers of beef, Zhao Chengyu approached the door, followed by a thin figure behind him, carrying a large bag in his hand. Middle-aged man.

"Master, why are you here?" Song Fengchen stood up immediately, looked at his hands full of seasonings, and said, "I'll wash my hands first."

When he came out of the bathroom, Zhao Chengyu just put down the water glass in his hand, and he was straight to the point: "Everyone said that nothing would go to the Three Treasures Hall. I came to Song Xiaoge at this time to ask you for a favor."

Song Fengchen sat opposite him: "Say it!"

Zhao Chengyu raised his finger and pointed at the middle-aged man: "This is my nephew, the last name is Zhang, Zhang Youde."

Song Fengchen followed to look at Zhang Youde and nodded slightly, which was regarded as a courtesy: "Mr. Zhang."

The middle-aged man laughed with him, "Little Brother Song."

Just listen to Zhao Chengyu continuing to say: "His only son has something happened recently. I also asked a so-called master to see him before, but it not only failed to heal his son, but aggravated his son’s condition. I don’t know. Where did he hear from you and found me here...I can’t help but cheeky and beg to come.”

"That's it," Song Fengchen couldn't help but save Zhao Chengyu's face. He said, "That's fine, I'll go with this Mr. Zhang."

The other is that Zhang Youde's senses are not bad for him. The face with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big ears, shows that this man has a stable nature, integrity, and a sense of responsibility.

Zhang Youde lives on Nanmen Street, the courtyard where he entered three times, indicating Zhang Youde's extraordinary background.

Zhang family ancestor once came out to explore the flowers, a real scholarly family, but such a family background at the beginning of the establishment of China is no different from a sharp sword hanging over the head.

Fortunately, Zhang Youde's aunt, who was a widow at a young age, married the widower Zhao Chengyu as his heir. With Zhao Chengyu in this relationship, Zhang Jiashun smoothly escaped the great purge in the 1950s.

Unexpectedly, in 1976, Zhao Chengyu was knocked down because of Xi Gong, and even the Zhang family was killed.

Therefore, Zhao Cheng couldn't wait to rehabilitate Zhang Jia after his comeback.

This courtyard was returned to his home a few days ago.

Song Fengchen met Zhang Youde's only son, Zhang Xueheng, in the West Wing.

He was scrawny, and his face was ruddy and not decent.

Zhang Youde bitterly said, "You may not believe Song Xiaoge. Xueheng hasn't eaten anything for a whole week."

"Do you have no appetite or feel hungry?" Song Fengchen looked up and down Zhang Xueheng.

"I feel hungry, but I vomit as soon as I eat." Recalling that taste, Zhang Xueheng's face whitened like a conditioned reflex.

Hearing this, Song Fengchen had a vague guess in his heart. He said, "Take off your clothes."

It was about his life, Zhang Xueheng didn't dare to be sloppy, and obediently took off his clothes. The moment his skin touched the cold, he shivered subconsciously. Seeing Zhang Youde, he quickly burned two pots of carbon fire and came in.

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Xueheng's back for a long time. Just when Zhang's family was about to be impatient, his thumb gently pressed a certain place on the spine, and his hand was soft.

really!

Song Fengchen frowned slightly.

Zhang Youde was impatient: "Little Brother Song, what is going on?"

Song Fengchen retracted his hand, his tone was a little unkind, and said, "Mr. Zhang knows about Miao's Love Gu?"