The crisp sound of the big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate fell, no one thought that Xuanzhufang would let people try the ink on the spot, if the ink pill was not good, it would be fine, but if it was a rare ink pill, it was actually willing to try it like this, wouldn't it be heart-wrenching.

At this time, the sticky black ink slowly spread in the clear water, and the white jade-like inkstone was suddenly dyed with a layer of elegant ink, and with the woman's movements, there was a faint ink fragrance that everyone could smell.

It's like a cold plum in a snowy day, leisurely, and suddenly near and far, this dark fragrance is fluttering, into the heart and spleen, and people can't help but smell a few more mouthfuls for a while.

However, after a few more sniffs, some people can't help it-

"The old man is not talented, willing to give it a try!"

Like spring thunder blooming, if the Hong bell is loud, the voice falls, a half-hundred-year-old man with a white beard comes out of the private room on the second floor, he is wearing a dark green bat dark pattern gown, his back is straight, and his spirit is strong, that is, he goes down to the main hall on the first floor, and his pace is steady, and he can't see the old state at all.

Nightingale's eyes lit up, obviously she recognized the old man, smiled slightly and saluted, "It was the famous Mr. Qingsong, Mr. Yue tried it, and the little woman made her own decisions. ”

After speaking, there was an uproar, some people ridiculed, there was a huge ink workshop, there would definitely be one or two treasures of the town shop, but where is this green pine old man an ordinary person, and I don't know how high the vision is.

Mr. Qingsong is a well-known Confucian in the entire Southern Qi Dynasty, full of economy. It is not an exaggeration to say that Zhuge Kongming is alive, but he is such a respectable Confucian, and the emperor of the past two dynasties personally bowed down and invited him to be unwilling to enter the court for half a step. All your life is only the word learning.

Mr. Qingsong stroked the white beard and joked with a smile, "The owner is full of words, if there is no one that meets the old man's eyes, don't blame the old man for making you unable to get off the stage." ”

The nightingale shook her head with a smile, not explaining much, and using one hand to make a false statement. Motioned for Mr. Aomatsu to step forward.

Sure enough, the green pine has long sleeves, and there is no need for red sleeves to add fragrance. Walking straight to the bookcase, he first did not choose a handy pen, but picked up the inkstone in the moonlight of the lotus pond and took a closer look. And then there's the light sniff. He dipped his fingertips in a little bit and looked at the color.

"The color is condensed but not dispersed, the fragrance is quiet, the ink is not light, not bad, not bad, not bad." After Qingsong said three good things in a row, he couldn't help but wave his sleeves and grab the pen. After carefully dipping it in ink, it brews slightly. On the white paper, the splash of ink opened.

"Hollow Valley Orchid." Some viewers couldn't help but read it softly.

Mr. Aomatsu put down his pen, and he couldn't help but laugh, which was really amazing.

"Treasures, treasures!" From Mr. Qingsong's laughter, he could be heard very happy, "That's it, the old man wants this ink pill." ”

Nightingale is not surprised at all, although most of the ink pills in the workshop are made by her, but there are also some that were made by Mo Fei in the past, and it just so happens that the first ink pill that is off to a good start is from Mo Fei's handwriting.

You must know that the ink pills that can be kept by Mo Fei are very satisfied with the fact that she made them herself.

As soon as the nightingale waved her hand, the fair girl covered with white gauze on the side brought a golden silk nanmu box of silk muslin, and after the water traces on the surface of the inkless pill had dried, she carefully put it in and sent it to Mr. Qingsong.

"It's not in vain, it's not in vain!" Mr. Aomatsu grabbed the Nanmu box like a snatch, and returned to the second floor with great praise.

Seeing that the momentum had been created, Nightingale stepped back from the high platform and gave up the land to a few girls who showed off the ink pills.

Mo Fei is on the third floor with a railing, which is covered with fine veil by careful nightingales, and it is impossible to see the inside from the outside, but the people inside can clearly see the outside.

Mo Fei smiled at the corner of his mouth, "The nightingale is really good. ”

The bitter mother, who also saw the first floor, echoed and smiled, "Yes, it is also taught by the girl." ”

Mo Fei chuckled, she stood up straight lazily, twisted the rose cake on the table casually, and nibbled on it slightly, her face was calm and indifferent.

The display of one ink pill was only an hour and a half, and more work, and Nightingale left it to the guests who were invited today, especially a few distinguished guests who could go up to the third floor.

Here she just finished dealing with the second floor and wanted to see Mo Fei's face, and there was a steward who came back and forth, saying that there were distinguished guests on the third floor, and that identity was not ordinary.

After not paying attention for a moment, the nightingale lifted the hem of her skirt to the door of the ink scarlet room and whispered.

Mo Fei took the handkerchief from Ku Ma's hand, carefully wiped the pastry crumbs on the tips of the green onions, and muttered for a while, "It's good to see you, please go to the Gardenia Hall." ”

Hearing this, the nightingale looked shocked.

The Gardenia Hall was originally an ink-making workshop specially prepared by her for the ink scarf, but it was not as dirty as the workshop of the ordinary ink-making master, and it was clean and elegant, not like a workshop.

Princess Anqing is naturally on the third floor of Xuanzhu Fang today, followed by her henchmen and palace people, looking at Mr. Qingsong's admiration, her face with exquisite makeup is becoming more and more gloomy.

And when she arrived at the Gardenia Hall, she saw that she was just wearing a light-pigmented linen cloth, standing in front of the desk, weighing the smoky ink, the calm bearing of the body, and the unforgettable black and white eyes, and suddenly the chest burst into flames.

She hooked the corners of her mouth, stepped in, and laughed as if she had no intention of doing so, "I am still a vulgar craftsman master, I never thought that it was the Nine Emperor Princesses, presumably, when the Ninth Brother returns to the court one day, he must also be very fond of using the ink pills made by the imperial sister-in-law, which is also an elegant thing with red sleeves to add fragrance." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she covered her lips with her sleeves and smiled meaningfully.

Mo Fei turned his head sideways and glanced at her lightly, his subordinates did not stop, treating her as nothing.

Such a contemptuous gesture made Princess Anqing's heart more and more like a cat scratching, and she was about to shout angrily, when a familiar voice came from a corner she didn't see-

"Sister Anqing, don't mess around, the Holy Hand girl is making ink on the spot, so she can't be disturbed."

An Qing was shocked, and she turned her head to see several princes impressively included, and they all looked like they were holding their breath.

"Anqing has seen a few imperial brothers, but I don't know that several imperial brothers are also here, but Anqing is unfounded." But for a moment, she pouted, and said with a coquettish disgust.

These princes, Mo Fei actually didn't pay much attention to it, she didn't even care, even if she knew that there was Youhu's mortal enemy among them, but today in Xuanzhufang, she still entertained her.

Just talking about the thoughts of these princes, it is unfathomable, and with Anqing, who came in later, the atmosphere in the entire Gardenia Hall suddenly froze.

But Mo Fei's temperament, once she encounters ink-making, she will not ask about anything else, she seems to be made up by no one, flying with her bare hands, like a butterfly dancing, and she is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

The ink blank was put into the ink mold, and the ink scarlet cleaned his hands and said coldly, "This ink blank needs to be dried for three days, but now it can't open the eyes of your distinguished guests." ”

She only said that, and she was going to go out.

Several princes had different faces, but they couldn't think of a good reason to leave them rightfully, and at the critical moment, An Qing shouted, "Slow!" ”

Seeing Mo Fei turn around, An Qing said again, "I never thought that this ink making was fun, I thought that there must be more rare ink pills in the imperial sister-in-law, I wonder if Anqing will be allowed to go to the prince's mansion and feast his eyes?" ”

A smile faded into the corner of Mo Fei's mouth, but the tips of her eyes were raised, but she brought out a smile, "The princess thinks of the prince's mansion, is she sure she wants to see ink pills?" ”

As if he was unhappy with these words, An Qing immediately sank his face, "What does Miss Mo mean?" ”

Even the imperial sister-in-law didn't bother to shout, but it was really interesting, as we all know, who would call a married woman a girl, it is clear that Anqing does not recognize Mo Fei's identity as the princess.

If it were a different person, and he really put You Hu in his heart, he might be embarrassed.

Mo Fei's eyes were slightly sharp, even if she didn't die or live with You Hu's admiration, but compared to these people, it was at least the same life and death, besides, the flesh and blood on her legs were still melted with his, and it could be regarded as flesh and blood.

"Meaning," Mo Fei paused, she stroked her sideburns, "I don't want to see you go to the Prince's Mansion." ”

When the words fell, she didn't care about Anqing's madness at all, and left by herself.

However, the eldest prince chuckled and flicked his long sleeves, "This princess of the Nine Emperor Brothers, is interesting." ”

Mo Fei only took a short rest in Xuanzhufang, then got up and went back to the prince's mansion, and sat down for only half an hour, and then he came to report, Mr. Qingsong came to visit, and cooperated with the Yu family's eldest girl.

This green pine, Mo Fei also knew, had to see, after leading people to the East Flower Hall first, she changed into a silk cherry blossom pattern gown before passing.

"Isn't it that the ink pill is not in line with Mr. 's wishes, and Mr. Yi came to the door in person?" Before Mo Fei entered the door, he said with a smile.

For people like Qingsong, she naturally respects most of them, and she is also very casual.

Qing Song, who was tasting genuine tea, was stunned, he put down the teacup, stroked the tip of his beard, and said with a hearty smile, "What a clever tooth, the old man came to see this real ink-making power, but the old man's is not." ”

Mo Fei entered the door and sat down, she waved her sleeves, and then saw a girl standing on the left side of Mr. Qingsong wearing a bean green smoke Luo long skirt and a silver gray fox fur robe.

As if sensing that Mo Fei was looking at her, the girl raised her head slightly, and smiled, like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, beautiful as charming.

Mr. Qingsong smiled and pulled the girl over to Mo Fei and said, "This is the old man's unsuccessful granddaughter, I heard the rumors of the Holy Hand, and I have long wanted to come to the door, but today I saw the old man coming, so I followed with a thick face." ”

The girl was not shy, but bowed generously to Moshou, and said softly, "The little girl Yu Jia's Awan, she has been a god to the Holy Hand for a long time, and it is really pleasing to see her today." ”

The joy in those eyes did not seem to pretend. (To be continued......)