In addition, there is a private room on the third floor of Xuanzhu Fang, not only can you taste the tea game in the private room, but also have an illustrated book of ink pills, with two sets of eight colored inks, there are maidservants with these two sets of colored ink, each private room is circulated one by one, these two sets of colored ink, naturally it is the pinnacle of ink scarf, if the ink pill placed on the second floor is the top grade ink pill, the ink pill circulated in the elegant room on the third floor is the best.

Those who can go up to the third floor to sit in a private room are naturally extraordinary.

Mr. Shimizu, under the command of Mo Fei, was also led to the third floor.

With the intention of showing his face and letting his brother find it on his own, Mofei also set up a platform between the second and third floors and decided to make ink on the spot.

Lejia Le Qingbo also came, he not only came, but also brought some delicate brushes from Lejia, and put them on the edge of the ink pill together, which was regarded as supporting the scene for Mojia.

At the end of the hour, Mo Fei changed into a plain white long-sleeved long skirt and appeared on the terrace, she first saluted the guests on the second and third floors, and then said softly, "The little woman Yin Mo Afei, traveled to the royal capital, saw that this place is prosperous and lively, more than the pen has been handed down, but there are few good ink, the heart is itchy, especially open Xuan Zhu Fang, today with you to offer ugliness, ink invitation, and hope that you will not hesitate to teach." ”

The sound is like ice, clear and cold, and magnetic, although it lacks the sound of the woman next to it, it also makes people feel very comfortable in the ears.

After that, the sound of the dingdong dongqin sounded, and the wide sleeves like the ink scarlet were like clouds, and the fairy spirit of not eating the fireworks in the world was pleasing to the eye.

She made ink today, not the same as usual, but already made the ink blank, she only needs to paint the gold polish, and then splash the ink, and dance through.

The whole process, said to be making ink, is more like dancing.

Blank of ink removed from the ink mold. Jumping and moving on her green and white fingertips, first at the rounded fingertips, and then at the back of her hand.

The red crisp hands, as white as jade, are weak and boneless, slender and round, reflecting the ink color of the lacquer. Black and white. Like her eyes, they are beautiful and unforgettable.

Then the gilded golden yellow hung from top to bottom from her hands. conAd1(); The grass bends into a graceful arc, revealing a section of the frost and snow, and the gilt that flows slowly by, as if the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.

I saw the ink scarlet pen dipped lightly. The emerald jade pen was embellished in her hand into a movement that was suitable for quiet and movement, and slowly traced the lines on the ink pills.

It was an ink drawing of a lonely boat in the rain and smoke. The vast smoke waves, the vast river, the plain color of the heaven and the earth, only the shadow of the lonely boat. Suddenly, a lonely and long-term freehand jumped on it.

This picture, but she asked Bai Zhu to draw it by herself, you must know that as an ancient fan-making heir. Bai Zhu's painting skills are more than one step better than many painters. Worthy of the name of the master.

The sound of the piano is like a ding dong from the spring, peaceful and distant, and suddenly the sound of the piano is paused, and the ink scarlet puts down the pen, and she begins to polish the ink pill.

Turning under the feet, the plain white long skirt is like a goddess scattering flowers, this fold unfolded, only to find that under the plain white long skirt, there is actually embroidered with ink plum, with the action of Mo Fei, the ink plum unfolds little by little, so that people have the moment of watching the ink plum slowly bloom.

When the green silk of the waterfall crossed the graceful arc, the tips of the hair slowly fell, the ink was polished, she pursed her lips and smiled at everyone, and the grace at the end of her eyes was like ink into the clear water, slowly scattering.

She lifted her long sleeves slightly, her little finger curled, and her movements were gently and elegantly ground in the inkstone, but in half an hour, the black ink was blurred.

saw Mo Fei stroke his palm, and immediately a group of maidservants came up carrying a snow-white screen, but the screen was covered with a layer of white paper.

The ink hooked her lips and smiled, her fingertips swept over a lot of brushes, and then chose a thick one, dipped in black ink, and threw it on the screen with a very bold splash of ink freehand, and the descendants flew like a butterfly dance, and every time she waved the pen, it brought up deep or shallow ink marks.

In the end, she simply picked up the inkstone, and in the midst of everyone's exclamations, she splashed all the ink on the screen, dropped the pen heavily, and swayed it vigorously.

A picture of the same smoke and rain lonely boat as on the ink pill jumped on the paper. conAd2();

Mofei is naturally practiced, although she is not as skilled as Bai Zhu's penmanship, she can study it since she was a child, and it is not bad.

This side of the ink is the only way to finish.

Mo Fei gasped lightly, feeling a pair of calves sore and soft, she knew that this was caused by an old injury in the past, although she could walk now, and it was okay with ordinary people, but in the end, it was made up by flesh and blood, not as good as before.

She curtsied, and with the support of the maidservant, she went back to the study to rest first.

After her figure disappeared, there were shouts of cheers from the second and third floors.

The nightingale had already prepared the tea that Mo Fei was used to drinking, poured it and sent it to her, then squatted down, took Mo Fei's legs and rested them on his knees, and gently kneaded them with the same method as You Hujiao in the past.

Mo Fei closed his eyes, rested for a while, and asked, "Are there people who behave abnormally?" ”

Ku's mother was guarding outside, and the egret got the letter from Ku's mother and went back and forth, "Back to the girl, no." ”

Mo Fei opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes were puzzled and indifferent, she thought, after the ink meeting, the best result is that the brother will find it by himself, and the worst, she needs to climb the prince to find out.

She was thinking about it, and her bitter mother came to report, "Girl, Yue Qingbo asks to see you." ”

As soon as the egret heard this name, she was very angry, and she snorted coldly, "Girl, let the maid beat such villains out." ”

Mo Fei sneered, "No, bring him in." ”

Yue Qingbo came in, he saw that the nightingale was rubbing his legs with Mo Fei, his heart was shocked, and he took a few steps forward, "Ah Fei, your leg hurts again?" ”

Mo Fei sneered, turned the tea cup in his hand, half-lowered his eyes, and said coldly, "Ah Fei also wants to thank Le Gongzi for appreciating his face and being invited, Nightingale, tell the shopkeeper, in the future, if Le Gongzi comes to Xuanzhufang to select ink pills, it will be discounted by ninety percent of the price." conAd3(); ”

Nightingale smiled too, and replied crisply, "Yes." ”

Yue Qingbo stood there, sitting or not sitting, in a dilemma, his face was gloomy, and finally he smiled bitterly and said, "Ah Fei, Wang is not better than Dajing, if you have something, you can go to Yuefu at any time to say it, I will ...... Never give up. ”

Hearing this, Mo Fei looked at him mockingly, and then in his gaze, he greeted him with a tea cup, but the meaning of chasing customers was clear.

Yue Qingbo moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but Mo Fei didn't look at him anymore, he had to sigh, and turned around and left with a gloomy eyebrow.

Mo Fei rested enough, so she got up and straightened her skirt, found Rong'an, and introduced Mr. Qing Shui.

When Mr. Qing Shui was established, he was polite and generous, with a bookish atmosphere on his body, elegant eyebrows, and it was easy to win people's favor.

When Mofei entered the private room, Mr. Shimizu was tasting the colored ink with his friends.

Seeing Mo Fei coming, Mr. Qing Shui's face flashed with joy, and he got up and bowed and said, "Master Mo Sheng, you really have good skills, so I admire you very much." ”

Mo Feijiao smiled, her gaze crossed Qing Shui's face, and then fell on a man in gorgeous clothes and a jade crown with a very handsome face opposite him.

The man was probably aware of Mo Fei's gaze, he turned his head and smiled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were extravagant.

Mo Fei's heart moved, she quietly withdrew her gaze, and saluted back, "Sir, praise the little girl." ”

Rong An led Mo Fei over, her eyes rolled, she looked at the man and asked, "Who is this son?" ”

Mr. Qing Shui coughed lightly, and was about to roll up his sleeves to introduce, when he saw the boy clasping his hand towards Mofei, and said with a smile, "Under the surname Tai, the girl is polite." ”

Mo Fei covered her lips with her sleeves and smiled faintly, "The little woman has seen Tai Gongzi." ”

The prince's too, isn't it also Tai! (To be continued)

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