In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

The car had traveled about halfway.

Zhao Yu came down.

He's off to get down to business.

Go and mount the imperial edict.

Although he wrote the imperial edict.

In the south of the city, there are the best craftsmen in the entire capital.

Zhao Yu didn't go to those fancy antique shops.

I entered a time-honored restaurant called "Songfeng Pavilion".

It sounds different just from the name.

This place usually only receives high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

The shopkeeper was an old man with a goatee.

They have a very sharp eye.

Although Zhao Yu's clothes weren't particularly expensive.

But the waist badges of the Marquis of Guannei and the Prime Minister's Mansion are definitely on him.

They immediately came to greet them.

"Sir, you look unfamiliar. Are you looking for some fine inkstones, or do you have some calligraphy that needs mounting?"

Zhao Yu didn't waste any words.

I just found a place to sit down, crossed my legs, and...

He pulled out the still-warm white silk from his bosom.

It was placed on the table.

"Mounting. It needs to be urgent, but also meticulous."

The shopkeeper was about to reach out and touch it.

Zhao Yu blocked with the back of his hand: "Wait, did you wash your hands?"

"It's been washed, don't worry, sir."

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically.

She unfolded a corner of the white silk.

The shopkeeper's expression changed at just one glance.

These are tributes from the palace.

His handwriting was messy and had a wild edge to it.

"My lord, this..."

"Is this made with cinnabar?"

"It's blood."

I said it's blood, so it's blood.

However, the one written with dragon blood, I don't know where Zhao Yu got it.

"It's still dragon blood."

The shopkeeper's hand trembled, and the item almost fell to the ground.

These days, anything associated with the word "dragon"...

It's either immense wealth and power, or the complete annihilation of your entire family.

"M-Sir...you must be joking."

The shopkeeper's voice was fading.

"What exactly is this object? I'm a bit timid, so please give me a hint so I can know what kind of wood to use."

"These are our Prime Minister Cao's spoils of war."

Cao Cao's spoils of war?

It was written in blood.

Although the shopkeeper discovered it was cinnabar, he knew he couldn't afford to offend it.

Those who can do this job are all shrewd and capable.

"Got it!"

"Since it's the Prime Minister's favorite, ordinary golden nanmu wood is not worthy of it!"

He turned and roared towards the back room:

"Someone! Go to the storeroom and bring out that treasured 'lightning-struck agarwood'!"

"Go to the gold shop and get two pounds of the best gold leaf!"

Also, bring me that transparent glazed tile that was a tribute from the Western Regions!

The men were startled:

"Shopkeeper, those glazed tiles are the shop's prized possession, priceless..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This is a chance to curry favor with someone powerful.

"My lord, since this is the Prime Minister's spoils of war, it must be covered with a glass case and edged with gold."

"I want that kind of grand spectacle—placed in the main hall, so dazzling with gold that you could be blinded by its brilliance from thirty feet away! What do you think?"

Zhao Yu nodded in satisfaction.

"You're on the right track. Remember, this (cinnabar) bloodstain is a bit dried and not very noticeable. Just touch it up a little next to it."

It should have that vibrant, almost dripping quality, so that others can immediately tell how "sincere" the person who wrote it was.

"Understood! I understand! This is called 'adding the finishing touch'!"

The shopkeeper dared not ask another question.

Holding the "blood edict," he dashed into the back hall.

……

Not long,

That is, in the time it takes to eat half a plate of sunflower seeds,

The shopkeeper then led two assistants out, carrying the finished products.

Good heavens, this isn't just mounting calligraphy, it's practically a miniature palace!

The bloodstains were a vivid, almost demonic red, and Zhao Yu's handwriting was messy and illegible.

It was precisely this contrast that gave it a tragic and heroic feel.

"Sir, please take a look."

The shopkeeper bowed, looking pleased with himself.

Zhao Yu circled around it twice and nodded in satisfaction.

vulgar, really vulgar,

With the arrogance of a nouveau riche.

But the more striking the image, the more impactful it becomes when displayed in the main hall of the Prime Minister's residence.

"The craftsmanship is quite good."

"Go to the Prime Minister's residence this afternoon to collect your reward!"

Zhao Yu casually grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and stuffed them into his pocket.

He carried the picture frame in one hand and walked out of Songfeng Pavilion.