Mo Fei had imagined a lot of results, and even if she needed to climb the prince, what method would she use best, however, she still didn't expect to see the prince today.

She would never let go of such a good opportunity.

"I have heard for a long time that Mr. Qingshui has a furrow in his chest and a poem in his belly, and he only hates that he can't be born a man in this life, but he admires Mr. such an elegant person the most, I don't know if Mr. can leave a calligraphy treasure with the scarlet Xuanzhu Fang for future generations to admire?" She didn't directly compliment and curry favor with the prince, but started with Mr. Shimizu.

Mr. Qing Shui is known to be proud, and he usually only talks about poetry and songs with his friends, and he was suddenly looked at by a young girl like Mo Fei, and his black and white eyes were moist and moist, which suddenly made him a little fluttery.

"The girl doesn't let the eyebrows be shaved, and she is also very admired in the bottom, and it is okay to leave the ink treasure, but when it comes to admiration, the girl must not say this, you must know that there are many people of insight in the world, and it is just a matter of being in the bottom." Qing Shui said modestly with a smile.

Mo Fei pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes flowed, and then he looked at the prince who had not spoken, and said the same, "Those who want to come and communicate with Mr. Qing Shui must be talented, I wonder if Prince Tai would like to try the new ink made by scarlet?" ”

is also to let people leave Mobao, to the prince, she changed the way of saying, the identity of Prince Guy is there, and she does not compare the two.

The prince's eyes are slender and raised, and when he is silent, his eyebrows are cold and indifferent, but the corners of his mouth are upturned, like spring flowers in March, noble and good-looking.

He looked at Mo Fei with a smile, "The girl is good at trading." ”

But it means no objection. Qing Shui, who provoked him, glanced at the prince a few more times.

Mo Fei stroked his palm and smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the nightingale brought up the ink pill that had been prepared earlier. It was another ink pill on the other side, which was not the same as the previous one.

The inch-long ink pill is not painted with gold, only the faint lines of the Buddha's sitting meditation, but when the ink pill is twisted with two fingers, there is a faint smell of Buddha incense spreading, or the smell of incense and candles. It is also cold sandalwood.

Immersed in people's hearts, it is really like listening to a Buddhist scripture that washes the dust in the temple. It makes people feel relaxed from the outside of the heart.

As soon as this ink pill came out, not only Qing Shui's eyes widened, but even the prince was surprised.

After all, such an ink pill. It's unheard of.

Mo Fei tugged at his sleeves. He said with a smile, "This ink is called Zen Machine, and it is made of several kinds of ink on the formula of Buddha ink in the Three Thousand Buddha Kingdom. ”

"The ink is light, the color is thick and thick, and the ink has a faint purple light and does not diverge. It can last for thousands of years without fading. Mo Fei walked to the side of the private room's bookcase, and she rolled up her sleeves slightly. Hao's wrists were as white as snow, his fingertips were warped, and a few drops of water were dropped into the inkstone, and he slowly grinded it with the Zen machine.

When the ink is formed, the faint Buddha fragrance in the whole private room becomes more and more intense, and the light taste of simple black ink becomes a very special cold fragrance.

"Please, two." After grinding the ink, Mo Fei stretched out his hand and stepped aside.

Qing Shui was naturally itchy for a long time, and he just wanted to wave it, so he had a good ink addiction, but the prince was still on the side, where did he dare to overstep, so he got up and said to the prince, "It's not weak, Prince Tai first, please." ”

But all literati and scholars, there is no one who does not like ink, the prince is no exception, besides, he has only seen the Buddha ink of the three thousand Buddha countries in ancient books, which is equivalent to the legendary treasure ink pill, if you miss it today, it will definitely be a big regret in life.

Therefore, he did not shirk, got up in his robe, walked to the side of the bookcase in a few steps, picked the most convenient pen, dipped it in black ink, looked at the white paper in front of him, and brewed.

In the whole private room, it was suddenly silent, and even the breathing was unconsciously light.

In a moment, the prince suddenly opened his eyes and put down his pen, and his sleeves waved, all in one go, with a sense of majesty.

Mo Fei's footsteps moved slightly, and he saw that the white and black words on the paper were very dazzling, and when he saw the words clearly, Mo Fei's dark pupils suddenly tightened, and his heart was surprised and inexplicable.

"Xuanfei two-colored?" Qing Shui stood on the other side of the prince, frowning and whispering, obviously not understanding what this word meant.

The prince put down his pen, glanced at Mo Fei meaningfully, stretched out his hand and said, "This Mo Bao, the girl is still satisfied?" ”

Mo Fei's body was shaking, her eyes were cold, she looked deeply into the eyes of the prince, trying to peep at one or two clues, who knows, in the slender eyes, sinking like an abyss, she gritted her teeth, almost word by word, "This word is just broken, Liuli is magnificent, the situation is strange, continuous and winding, the body is flying and unrestrained, extremely wonderful cloud and thunder changes, the cursive script of the son, when there is the essence of Zhang Xu." ”

Tai Gongzi cut his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked back to the coffee table by the window at first, and said to Mo Fei with a smile, "It seems that the girl is not only proficient in ink making, but also quite insightful in calligraphy and painting." ”

Mo Fei's heart moved, she smiled back, "Childe praised it, to put it mildly, Da Yin Mo's family, since the scarlet was a child, there was a saying, the Mo family has a mystery and a scarlet, Xuanscarlet two colors and Tianjiao, there is a brother on the scarlet, with the talent of the brother, that is really the six arts of a gentleman, all of them are refined, there are pearls and jades in front, and the scarlet is just a glow." ”

Mo Xuan's ability is indeed as she said, maybe in terms of ink-making talent, her brother can't compare to her, but when it comes to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the talent of the six arts of the gentleman, she can't match the horse.

Not to mention that the elder brother looks like his mother, and he is very good.

And she, but she can only make ink, even a face, can only be regarded as beautiful.

What she hated the most in the past was not that Mo Qingge attacked her, cutting her leg meat raw, or robbing Yue Qingbo, but more because Mo Qingge deceived her brother and destroyed him!

This is what she can't forgive the most!

Her brother, such an outstanding person, is as gentlemanly as jade, gentle and kind, but because of her involvement, he was insulted by Mo Qingge with such dirty means.

Xu saw something from the little look leaking from Mo Scarlet's eyebrows, the prince pursed his lips slightly, the smile on his face decreased a little, and said lukewarmly, "There are such capable people in the world, but this son wants to be strong."

Mo Fei smiled, she glanced at the prince meaningfully, and then said to Mr. Qing Shui, who couldn't wait to pick up the pen, "Is Mr. Zen still satisfied?" ”

At this time, Qing Shui just put down the pen, his eyes were excited, his face was very ecstatic, and even Mo Fei's words were as if he hadn't heard them, and he dipped his luck in ink to write, as if the spring of literary thoughts was uncontrollable.

Mo Fei didn't do it too obviously, she had already determined that the prince must know her brother, otherwise, those four words, how could the brother easily talk to outsiders.

With her whereabouts, the heart she has been mentioning has settled down slightly, and then it is a complex feeling of homesickness, you know, if it weren't for her, her brother wouldn't have to suffer such a catastrophe, she naturally missed, especially when there was only one relative in this world, she had already wanted to Yunli to investigate.

But she was really sure, but she was not so sure, but she became apprehensive.

She didn't stay long in the private room on the prince's side, and went to other private rooms to greet her, and in the end, it wasn't until the end of the ink tasting meeting that she asked the nightingale to load two Zen machine ink pills and send them with the prince and Mr. Shimizu.

And the "Xuanxian two-colored" ink treasure, she let people frame it, hang it in the study, and look at it for half a night.

Until the middle of the moon, there are stars but no moon, and the night wind is cold.

There was a brazier in the study, and the oil lamp with the wick cut was flickering and flickering, and it was not very clear, and it cast dark shadows of different shades, which was somewhat terrifying.

Mo Fei sat in the circle chair, most of the shadow covering her petite body, shrouding her coldness.

The sound of the explosion of the "poof" lanterns, the bright lights jumped, and quietly, a long oblique deep shadow pulled in.

As soon as the lights froze, the shadow paused slightly, and a light breeze blew in through the wooden window, and the lamp seemed to struggle for a while, and then it went out, leaving only a cloud of green smoke to float up.

Mo Fei rested on the fingertips of the armrest, and when she turned around, she saw a long black shadow standing in the study.

"Who?" Her heart froze, and she subconsciously wanted to touch the inside of the armrest, but when she moved, she remembered that she was no longer in a wheelchair.

The figure didn't move, and it took a few moments before taking a step forward. (To be continued......)