Brocade legend

Chapter 1 The King of Brocade Clothes
"At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the Gongwei Division was set up, with a rank of seven ranks, in charge of the school lieutenant, and it belonged to the Dudu Mansion. Later, it was changed to the Commanding Division of Gongwei, with a rank of three ranks. Xun was changed to the Duwei Division. In the third year of Hongwu, it was changed to the Pro-Army Duwei The mansion is in charge of the left, right, middle, front and rear guards, and the Yiluan Division is established. In four years, the Yiluan Division is designated as the fifth rank, with one ambassador and two deputy envoys. In 15 years, Yiluan was dismissed. Luansi, changed to Jinyiwei, ranks from the third grade"——"History of Ming Dynasty"

Jiajing 39 winter, Beijing, heavy snow

A tall old man was half-nuggling on the bed. The stove in front of the bed was burning red, reflecting half of the old man's body. The old man closed his eyes, as if he was listening to the sound of snow falling outside the house.

"Lu An" the old man spoke suddenly, his voice thick and deep.

The door was pushed open, and an old servant in a brown blouse came to the bed and bent over to answer.

"master……"

"open the window"

"It's... it's windy and snowy outside, it's freezing cold, the master's body..."

"Open!" The weak voice was full of unquestionable majesty
"..." The old servant stopped talking, opened the window silently, and closed it.

The wind outside the window, wrapped in snow, poured into the house together. Scattered snowflakes hovered in the house, and fell on the thread-embroidered gold unicorn brocade quilt embraced by the old man. In the red light of the fire, at this time, I saw the face of the old man.

Suddenly one sees that he seems to be an old man, but upon closer inspection, apart from his sick appearance, one will find that this man is only in his fifties, with a wide forehead and high nose, high eyebrows reaching into the temples and eyes like cold stars, as if telling the world that this man is a young man. The romantic uninhibited.The three-inch short beard on the chin made this elegant face look even more mighty.His hair was simply tied behind him, but there was no trace of mess.The big hands pressed against the quilt, with bulging finger bones and veins, looked vigorous and powerful.

The old man didn't care about the snowflakes falling on his body, he just stared blankly at the heavy snow flying outside the window, aggressively invading the whole world, patches of cold light with sharp edges and corners, as if proclaiming their arrogance to the world.

The old man stared blankly... His gaze changed from lax to resolute to gentle to warm to sharp and then to calm. He breathed out softly, "Lu An, bring a pen and paper..."

He took the pen presented by the old servant, spread out a piece of white rice paper on the small case placed by the bed, and two lines of vigorous big characters penetrated the paper into the case
"The young man wins the military title with his sword, and saves God with his feet on the fire. Hundreds of officials tremble and fall down on the steps, holding up the pumpkin to shake the court.

Flying fish in the palm of your hand deters lawlessness, riding a horse's hoof shakes the world, you are both a father and an orphan, and I am the only one in the sky, Lu Pinghu."

(End of this chapter)