When Luan Ying heard this, she was immediately overjoyed, and said in a trembling voice: "Old Concubine Xie lifts." ”

The old lady instructed with a pleasant face: "The heavy paper should be handed over to the people in the house in advance to settle down, so that you will not be tired tomorrow." ”

Luan Ying was overjoyed, and had the heart to show off her delicate font in front of the old concubine, highlighting the gap between her and these concubines. He immediately ordered the girl in front of him to go back to the house and take out the scripture that had been copied.

The things had been prepared a long time ago, and the girl took the order, and after a while, she came out with a heavy rectangular bookcase.

"You copied so many? Show it to me. The old lady commanded happily, and Shicai's anger suddenly disappeared, and she smiled.

The girl took two steps forward, rested the box on the stone table in the center of the pavilion, and opened it.

The old lady picked up the above one and was full of praise: "The words are like their people, as soon as you look at this square and beautiful font, you know that Luan Ying is a regular person." ”

When everyone saw her like this today, they were a little envious, and Luan Ying was even more excited.

The old lady picked it up twice at random, and her face was a little unpleasant, so she pulled out a pile of paper from it, and fell on the stone table with a "pop", snorting softly at the end of her nose.

Everyone's eyes were all attracted, and some people almost couldn't hold back their laughter, and laughed out loud.

It turned out that on that pile of paper, there was not a single fly droppings.

Luan Ying wanted to make up the numbers, but was discovered by the old lady.

Luan Ying's face was even more red, and his face was incredulous: "How can this be?"

The old lady sneered: "Don't you know yourself?"

Luan Ying shook his head suspiciously: "I picked up this burden by myself, and it was neatly folded one by one, how could there be white paper?"

She turned her face and asked the little girl, "Did you take it by mistake?"

The little girl shook her head to the rattle: "Aunt Hui, this bookcase is on your desk, we are illiterate, and we have never touched it." ”

The old lady stared at Luan Ying with burning eyes: "Sincerity is spirituality, if you don't have this filial piety, you can't pretend to make me happy like this." Only the top pile of this sutra has handwriting, and the bottom is all white paper. ”

Luan Ying was even more shocked, and stepped forward to pick it up randomly, and as the old lady said, there was a clean blank paper underneath.

She was immediately speechless: "This, how can this be like this? I clearly transcribed it stroke by stroke, and it took twelve points of thought, how did it all become a blank slate?"

Bingqing, the little girl behind her, also knelt down with a "poof": "We slaves can testify that my aunt stays up until midnight every day, and it is indeed written by herself." ”

The old lady smiled slightly, turned her face to look at the other people: "You can also take a piece of paper and take a closer look, tell me, what is going on?"

Feng Tan was suspicious, stepped forward to take the paper, and distributed it to Hua Qianshu and others.

As soon as Hua Qianshu took the paper, her heart immediately became happy.

Others may not know, but she knows it.

This is thanks to his second brother, the second young master of Huafu.

The second brother is also the son of the general, but he doesn't like to march and set up formations, and he immediately works hard, and he likes to delve into some strange things, and begged General Hua to join the Ministry of Engineering to do things, and he is dedicated to studying all kinds of techniques.

For example, bow and crossbow production, weapon building.

People say that among the six departments, the officials are expensive, the etiquette department is poor, the household department is rich, the military department is mighty, the criminal department is strict, and the industrial department is cheap.

The Ministry of Industry is all craftsmen, with the lowest social status, and the flower father obstructs it in every way, only Hua Qianshu supports it, and often pretends to be a small follower, following behind the second brother, and runs to the Ministry of Industry to learn these messy things.

There is no shortage of skilled craftsmen in the Ministry of Industry, especially two craftsmen from Nanyang and other places, who brought her something that she had never seen before, and taught her some insignificant things.

She happened to hear of this word-eliminating ink, and she also used this extremely shameless trick on her little nephew, so that all the big characters he practiced evaporated overnight. The next day, when he was wrongfully reprimanded by his master, he cried earth-shatteringly, and he was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it.

She bought a bunch of food to make amends, and the little nephew reluctantly recognized her as an aunt.

It is clear that the ink used by this Luan Ying has been secretly manipulated.

She Hua Qianshu knows, but it's a pity that she Hua Qianshu just doesn't say it.

I have said a long time ago that even if you fall into the dung pit, she will never pull it by Hua Qianshu.

Look, isn't this retribution just coming?

Hua Qianshu held back her laughter here, but she didn't escape the cruel eyes of the old lady, and she was the first to call her name.

"Aunt Hua, tell me, what's going on?"

Hua Qianshu tried to hide his schadenfreude, and shook his head seriously: "I also feel inexplicable, how can this clearly written word disappear? ”

This answer is already considered benevolent and righteous, but she believes that Luan Ying has indeed written it.

The old lady turned her face and asked Feng Tan and the others, "What about you?"

Qingyu: "We all know Aunt Luanying's urgency, and please ask the old lady to be gracious." ”

Bang Yue: "Copying scriptures is indeed boring, but it's a pity that most of us don't know how to write and ink, so we can't help Aunt Luanying." ”

Yin Feng: "If you dare to do it, you must dare to do it, there is nothing to say." ”

Feng Tan: "I don't think Aunt Luan Ying should be able to deceive the old lady, but ...... But I really don't have anything to say. ”

The old lady smiled "hehe", turned her face and asked Mrs. Yan: "Mama Yan, what do you say should be done?"

Yan Pozi scolded Luan Ying thousands of times in her heart, and when she heard the old lady ask, she immediately said righteously: "This kind of deception is too hateful, and it must be severely punished to set an example." ”

The old lady instructed Walnut: "Girl, go and fetch half a basin of water." ”

Walnut was a little excited when she saw that the old lady named herself to do things, and trotted to the kitchen to bring a basin of water, and when she came back in a hurry, she had already splashed the front of her clothes.

The old lady couldn't help but laugh: "The master is as fine as a monkey, but the girl is clumsy." ”

Obedient and obedient, Hua Qianshu couldn't help but be stunned: Is the monkey that the old lady said herself? She may be regarded as a splashing monkey, but she can't carry the burden of the monkey spirit.

Walnut only knew how to smirk, and the old lady picked up a few pieces of paper casually and threw them into the clear water.

The paper first floated on the surface of the water, and the old lady stirred it twice with her fingertips, and something strange happened, a basin of clear water gradually became turbid, and then turned black.

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled by what they meant.

Hua Qianshu secretly admired in her heart, this ginger is still old and spicy. It seems that the old lady has already seen through or knows the mystery, but she is just deliberately testing a few people.

The old lady took out her handkerchief, wiped her fingertips, and sighed: "I came out of the palace, and I have eaten more salt than you have ever eaten. This kind of little trick, don't show it off in front of me in the future. ”

Then he turned his face to Luan Ying and said: "Go back and throw away all your ink, someone has moved in it, and after the words are written, it won't be long before it will gradually disappear." ”