With just a glance, Gu Fei could see that Mo Qingge was making the Mo family's signature ink pill - Heding Red.

This crane top red is not the poison crane top red, but the ink pill made out, itself style is a lifelike independent crane, the crane crown, will be rouge like the color, delicate, like the finishing touch, reflecting the dark ink body, very good-looking, this is also one of the best ink pills sold by the Mo family.

Gu Fei naturally knows how to make it, and the first ink pill she learned to make back then was this ink.

The crane top red is the most suitable for the Mojia Qianjun hammer method to make, the others are simple, but there is only one point, the crane crown of a little red, but it needs cinnabar embellishment, if the hand is not strong enough, that point wants to be good, it is also extremely difficult.

Gu Fei sneered under the white veil, she changed her mind suddenly, rubbing a small ball of ink blanks unhurriedly with one hand, and touching the hammer with the other.

Since it is a fight for ink, she is determined to defeat Mo Qingge, so she also makes the crane top red, not only to make it, but also to use the ever-changing whisk willow hammer method of the Feng family.

Thinking about it, I did it, and with a bang, the first hammer fell, obviously it was a powerful blow, but it was partial to let Gu Fei dance out of the soft and boneless willow branch softness, smashed on the ink blank, and saw Gu Fei's five fingers flying like a butterfly, and quickly turned over the ink blank, and the second hammer had fallen again in the blink of an eye, and this hammer was very different from the first hammer, with the strength of the mountains and rivers, and even the sound of falling was much louder, but there was no lack of lightness.

This is also the essence of the ever-changing willow hammering method, even if the gift is here, it may not be as good as the ancient scarlet envoy.

Mo Qingge on the opposite side, when Gu Fei fell the hammer, her heart was slightly irritable, she glanced at Gu Fei, and saw that she had a sense of natural charm and fluency between her gestures, this kind of bearing she had only felt in her father, who had deep ink-making skills in the clan.

Surprised, she felt strong unwillingness and jealousy, and she also picked up the hammer. When the sleeves waved, he used a thousand pounds smoothly.

And every time, she seemed to use all her strength to melt the resentment in her chest on the hammer. Smash it down harder.

Obviously, she was born noble, she has always been proud of her peerless appearance, as well as her talent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, no one can deny her because of her ink-making talent, this world. There can be no better women than her, and the name of the first beauty in Dayin can only have her.

Mo Qingge was thinking about it, Gu Fei disdained to speculate, since she used the various methods of whisking willows, her heart calmed down at that moment, as if she saw Feng Puyu again, the wise little old man with long eyebrows and white beard, but he loved to blow his beard and stare at him. Stubborn with a knife mouth, he actually has a tofu heart for anyone.

Her ink-making skills, although she has a natural talent, and she is a diligent character, willing to spend a lot of time on ink-making to ponder, but until now, she has never touched the threshold of the ink master, it is clear that when she was still in Dajing before, she vaguely felt that her heart was filled with hatred. I haven't felt it again.

Feng Puyu actually told her about this problem, only saying that she was burdened, and she couldn't see her heart clearly, so how could she let the ink pill have a spirit.

She has no shortage of skills to hone her skills. There is no lack of knowledge, it can be said that she will be Mo family on the basis of the thousand jun hammer method, and then learned the variety of willow hammer method, a hundred years of ink family Mo family and after several generations of Feng family, she has learned the things of these two things, and finally all the things are integrated. Become the most suitable skill for herself.

Even so, as long as she fails to get the great revenge for a day, and her obsession is not followed, she will not be able to reach the top of the ink master.

Ink making, not for the ink master, but for the ink maker, after all, is inferior, not a real person.

Gu Fei unconsciously finished a complete set of various whisk willow hammering methods, she touched the ink blank under her hand, and smashed five hundred hammers with excellence before giving up.

At this time, Mo Qingge had already buckled the ink blank into the ink mold and was about to complete the ink making.

A stick of incense is only two or three inches left.

Gu Fei was not in a hurry, she twisted up the red cinnabar powder that had been processed at hand, added a little musk powder, and mixed some other ink Yishi, and then quickly dissolved with deer glue, symbolically stirred a few times, fished out, and beat it in ping-pong, so fast that no one on the side could see her movements clearly.

From the ink mold presented by the maidservant next to him, Gu Fei did not hesitate to pick the ink mold of Heding Red, first combined the cinnabar red with the black ink blank the size of a small fingernail, and then buckled it into the ink mold.

"Bang", the six pieces of ink mold are dead, the ink blank is finished, just wait for it to be put into a special dry room, two or three days later, unload the ink mold, and then polish and paint gold, it will become an ink pellet.

Everyone saw that Gu Fei chose the same ink model as Mo Qingge, some people disagreed, and some people felt that Gu Fei was really arrogant and ignorant.

Even Mo Qingge breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, no one knew her that the ink-making master she brought today, pick out one at random, and the Heding Red made was not wrong, and the Crane Dinghong ink pill was originally used by the master of the Mo family to practice the Qianjun hammering method, and it was made with other hammering methods, and I thought about how frustrating the ink pill would be.

Although in the Mo family, not everyone can learn the Qianjun hammering method, but there are always one or two masters, and the wives and concubines in the back house of the family are simply the Mo family.

And the youngest ink-making master also happens to be the ink-making master, the son of the Mo family.

Mo Qingge could almost conclude that Gu Fei had lost.

As for the facts, it will be clear in two days, just as Gu Fei wants to see Mo Qingge's failure with her own eyes, she also likes to see other people's hearts like ashes.

Zuo Shengsi stood up, clapped his hands and said with a smile, "The third game of Doumo has been decided, these days, Zuo has prepared some other fun to relieve boredom, I hope Miss Mo likes it." ”

Mo Qingge lowered her eyes, and let the maid wipe her hands clean for her, "Where did Zuo Gongzi say, Qingge had already heard that Zuo Gongzi was an elegant and interesting person, but Gongzi didn't think that Qingge and Seventh Sister Jingxiu disturbed the interest." ”

In the middle of these few words, the two maids who were in the ink mold just now went to the yin dry room by themselves, Gu Fei kept paying attention to Mo Qingge's side, and saw that there were a few fewer people on her side, and her heart moved, and she glanced at the bitter mother beside her.

Ku Ma understood it, and quietly retreated while no one was paying attention. Fell far behind the two maidservants.

Zuo Shengsi was still playing with Mo Qingge, Gu Fei was bored, and she didn't want to see Yue Qingbo again, and the province felt uncomfortable. So he took a handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly.

Suddenly, Mo Qing's words were pulled to Gu Fei's body, "The girl is really a good skill, and the one-handed hammering method is really amazing." ”

Gu Fei didn't answer. She just rubbed her fingers back and forth, from the finger seams to the knuckles, and then to the nails, each finger back and forth several times.

The smile on Mo Qingge's face that had not changed was a little unbearable, this was the first time that someone dared to ignore her and not reply to her words.

Zuo Shengsi glanced at Gu Fei, and he chuckled, "Most of them are tired, but isn't Miss Mo tired?" Do you think you're used to wielding that hammer often? But. Speaking of the hammer, Zuo Mou saw that he had to have a lot of strength to dance so many times in one go. ”

These words were even eliminated, not only pulling the topic back, but also taking advantage of the situation to Mo Qingge's steps.

But he never thought that Mo Qingge's delicate girl's family took care of her feather beauty the most, in that case, what was the difference between comparing Mo Qingge's fairy-like character to a rough man, and "giving birth to a handful of strength". How harsh it sounds.

If Zuo Shengsi said this to Gu Fei, Gu Fei would not care about it, but he could change it to Mo Qingge, which immediately made her very angry.

Even if she has never easily broken her own temperament in front of others. At this moment, she couldn't help but grit her gums secretly, but her face, which was as holy as Bailan, smiled more and more gently, "Zuo Gongzi really loves to laugh." ”

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and covered her lips and chuckled.

This dang. Ku Ma turned back, she quietly pulled Gu Fei's sleeve, Gu Fei looked at someone who was already preparing to disperse, after all, this was a fight all afternoon, it was not early at this time, and it was estimated that it would be time for dinner in a while, yes, when Ku Ma pushed her away, it only attracted Mo Qingge and Yue Qingbo to take a look.

After returning to the room, Ku Ma motioned to the nightingale to guard outside the door, she closed the door and unveiled the curtain for Gu Fei before replying, "Sure enough, as the girl expected, Mo Qingge really used the means." ”

"Oh?" Gu Fei stretched out the tail note, and a meaningful smile hung on her lips.

Ku Ma nodded, "Just now, the two maids went to the dry room at the back of the painting boat, and when they were halfway there, they broke out of the ink master on the side of the two ink kings, and one of them also bumped into the maidservants, and even the ink mold fell to the ground, the old slave looked at the ink master, and actually took out another ink mold from his sleeve, ready to replace the ink mold of Mo Qingge." ”

Gu Fei listened with interest, "You made a move?" ”

Ku Ma smiled, and the nasolabial folds between her noses deepened, making her look a little more child-like, "Yes, the old slave also bumped into it, not only did the ink master not replace it with an ink model, but also brought his ink mold back." ”

After speaking, Ku Ma Ju took out the ink mold from under the skirt, and the ink blank inside could be vaguely seen from the gap in the ink mold, Gu Fei glanced at it, and threw it aside, "Although the system is good, it's a pity that the opponent I met is me, if I change someone, if I succeed, maybe Mo Qingge will really win this time." ”

Ku Ma casually threw the ink mold into the Yuhe River outside the wooden window, only to hear a pop, a little splash, and then there was no sound, "That's, Mo Qingge's kind of fame and reputation, how high is it praised now, and how miserable it will be if it falls down in the future." ”

Gu Fei changed her clothes again, her hair was scattered, and her bitter mother reached out and gently rubbed a few hair roots for her, and rolled a loose bun with the clouds, only inserting the black gold obsidian lying fox hairpin, the dark and bright hairpin is like a star in the dark night sky between the black hair, not attracting attention but very exquisite.

"Girl, what are your plans for two or three days? Don't you just have to open your eyes and close your eyes to look at those two people? Ku Ma asked softly, she had been serving Gu Fei for a long time, and Gu Fei's feelings for Yue Qingbo were all in her eyes.

If she wants her to say, if Yue Qingbo didn't occupy the friendship of a childhood sweetheart, where would he match his own girl, and the two of them themselves are divergent personalities, one loves and hates clearly, and there is no room for filth in his eyes, and one is scheming like a sea, and he has a delicate heart, how can any man in the world control it.

Gu Fei looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her face looked strange and familiar, she fixed her eyes on the pupils, and said after a moment, "If you don't look at it, how can you make Mo Qingge mess up, let alone ......"

What's more, she also wants to see how disappointed Yue Qingbo will be for her!

The long pain is not as good as the short pain, if it is really clean, it is also a good thing, and the two will face each other in the future. (To be continued.) )

PS: Small Theater -

A certain musician: Where is this son not worthy of Ah Fei?

Bitter mother: You Hu Gongzi can treat the girl's leg.

A certain Le Gongzi: This son can also make a bunch of milli pens for Ah Fei, soft hair, hard hair, coarse, and fine......

Bitter mother: You Hu Gongzi can treat the girl's leg.

A certain musician: My family background is illustrious, and my pen and ink are the most right.

Bitter mother: You Hu Gongzi can treat the girl's leg.

A certain musician: I have a relationship with Ah Fei for many years.

Bitter mother: You Hu Gongzi can treat the girl's leg.

A certain musician: Angry! Can you change the word?

Kuma: You can't treat a girl's leg.

A certain musician: ......