Chapter 114 (2/2)
However, in the smelting of the Tang Dynasty, after the temperature of the fire was raised to the limit, no matter the tri colored glazed pottery used for burial was actually not porcelain, but the process of low-temperature lead pottery should be adopted.However, from low-temperature lead pottery to high-temperature firing, and after Li Hong added quartz stone to the original porcelain raw materials, the porcelain craft of the Tang Dynasty has reached the level of the Song Dynasty.
However, the development of porcelain is now at its peak. As for the blue and white porcelain developed after the Song Dynasty, Li Hong thinks that it is just some unorthodox, but it is some farfetched work which is hard to break through on the right path of ceramic art.
Wu Mei is seldom angry. As long as this little thing is too lazy to say it, she will use this to prevaricate herself and make herself as if she doesn't understand anything.
The mother and son, with one rocking chair, enjoyed a rare leisure afternoon under the maid's service.
The setting sun is slowly setting in the west, and the setting sun with a layer of golden light covers all the earth, including Taiyi city. The setting sun is like blood with a trace of golden light, as if urging the earth under your feet to enter the silent night of all things.
Li Hong didn't like dusk since he was a child. Dusk always makes him feel sad, whether in this life, in the last life, or in other eight generations. After countless reincarnations, Li Hong never changed his attitude towards dusk. He felt a kind of inexplicable sadness, mixed with a trace of sadness, and even a kind of loneliness.
Wu Mei helplessly shakes her head. This little thing is like a disease. When it comes to the most beautiful dusk, it is a feeling of illness. It always makes me feel that there is endless sorrow hidden in her small body.
”I don't feel well at night. I drive to Guyuan. The setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk! Forget it, my mother. Please go to the most prosperous place in Taiyi city to have a meal. ” Li Hong was in a state of depression, and felt inexplicably painful for the setting sun.
”When did you go to leyuyuan?” Wu Mei ponders over Li Hong's poem, which seems to come at her fingertips, and asks with a woman's mind that can't be understood.
Li Hong, who got up, sighed helplessly. This is a woman. She doesn't care why her son is so talented. She can make such a poem which has a long history! But she was concerned about when her son ran out of Chang'an City and ran to leyouyuan, that is, Guyuan.
”How dare you go out of the city without the permission of you and your father? It's just a dream, a dream.” Li Hong waved his hand and watched half Mei take out a dress. This was the mother's going out to change her clothes, so she walked out slowly.
What is a more advanced feeling, Li Hong let Wu Mei is a thorough embodiment of a time, completely different from the Royal Travel, solemn ceremony of another kind of high-level ceremony.
Every time Li Hong went out with Li Zhi and Wu Mei, listening to the sounds of ritual music and watching the flags, flags, wings and screens fluttering in front of his eyes, plus the loud recitation of the Ministry of rites or other officials.
Li Hong always wanted to be one of those funny expressions that spread widely on the Internet in the last generation. Whenever he got on the bus, he felt that the funny expression was very suitable for his expression at that time.
Nine carriages drove out from the gate of the Royal Manor. Each carriage had a special Royal sign outside. At the gate were soldiers of the prince's six ranks. The whole route was guarded by three steps of sentry and five steps of a guard.
The front four carriages opened the road and closed the road, and the rear four carriages protected, guarded and cut off the rear.
Wu Mei and Li Hong share the same carriage in the central part of the road. After leaving the gate of the manor, Wu Mei and Li Hong are under martial law. When they pass the intersection, they can even see some people walking back and forth, but their expressions are full of vigilance, looking at the blocked people.
Nine carriages driving in Taiyi city street, different from the Royal travel of drum music, bustling scene. On the contrary, it is silent driving with a mysterious and noble color.
This mysterious and noble feeling made the people outside full of curiosity. They craned their necks and looked forward to the carriages from time to time.
Wu Mei, sitting in the car, observes the reaction of the people around her. The mysterious and noble feeling different from that of the royal family also makes her feel that this way of travel is fresh, mysterious and uncomfortable.
When the carriages one after another pass by each intersection, Wu Mei's mysterious and low-key noble feeling will be strong. This mysterious low-key nobility is completely different from the Royal Travel Show, but it makes people unconsciously produce more sense of superiority.
Looking forward, we can see that the four carriages exchanged with each other, shifted their positions, and cooperated with each other skillfully in clearing the road and forbidding words. The soldiers on both sides were the same. The horses in their hands flashed with cold light, blocking the crowd from approaching the road.
After about a cup of tea, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. Each horse seemed to step on the same step, which made Wu Mei sitting in the car very comfortable. As her carriage stopped at the door of a restaurant, two people were standing respectfully at the door, obviously welcoming his arrival.
Wu Mei looked at Li Hong blankly, and then she stood up with her hands in her hand. Her expression was somewhat reluctant. She had not enjoyed the mysterious and low-key noble feeling just now. How could she get there.