"Eldest grandson Hong?" Zong Shengxian was slightly stunned, and only then did he come back to the back who Chen Ying was talking about: "The author of the poem "Drunk and Down" written by Zhou Fuzi? ”

"Exactly, will he go too?" Chen Ying's face was as red as a colorful glow, and her voice was almost inaudible.

Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu glanced at each other inexplicably: What kind of shame did she harm?

"Sister Chen has seen him?" Zong Shengxian asked tentatively, she only saw Changsun Hong's writing by Zhou Lang's hand that night, but she had never seen herself, the heavenly class and the yellow class were separated by two courtyards in the academy, and they were all children five or six years younger in age, and the people in the yellow class would not go over.

"No, no, of course not!" Chen Yingru was like a rabbit whose tail was trampled on, and exclaimed: "Where have I seen him!" ”

A guilty person gives himself away by conspicuously protesting his innocence!

Zong Shengxian's eyes lit up like lanterns burning all night on the city, and the fire of gossip rose from the ground like a rootless fire, burning everything. She concluded that Chen Xiaoniang must have something ulterior to have something to do with the eldest grandson.

However, Chen Ying is a guest from afar, in addition to accompanying herself to travel in the mountains and rivers on weekdays, she reads and caresses the piano in the backyard of Zhizhou Yamen without leaving home.

Could it be that after listening to that poem, I fell in love? This is also possible, there was no entertainment in the Song Dynasty, naturally there were no idols, and the girl's feelings were overflowing, and it was easy to be easily attracted by a literati name, especially a young and talented talent, and how many women in the boudoir to marry yearn for a good son-in-law.

It must be so! Zong Shengxian couldn't help but wonder, it turns out that this talented female sister is also a temperamental person, and she has a glacier on weekdays, and she is so cute when she moves!

Chen Yu looked at his sister, and he also squeezed his eyebrows, there are more such plots in Beijing, and the jokes of beautiful women and talented people can make people's ears cocooned.

"He should also go, after all, the whole Hezhou is spreading his words." Zong Shengxian said: "If he doesn't go, where will others dare to go." ”

"Then I'm not going!" Although Chen Ying's flushed face is delicate, she is categorical when she says it.

Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu were caught off guard, they never expected such a result, this routine is not right.

"Sister, why is that?" Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu spoke in unison, normal development, shouldn't Chen Ying readily agree?

"I've participated in the Wenhui a lot in Beijing, it's just a group of literary and ink guests, it's not that I haven't seen it, and it's not interesting to go." Chen Ying's face was slowly returning to normal, and her tone was as gentle as possible in her suppressed heart: "Go ahead, come back and tell me." ”

She lowered her head and began to flip through the book in front of her.

Where did Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu understand the embarrassment of the day she bumped into that day, Chen Ying didn't dare to recall the situation that day, she was afraid that she would remember the unsightly thing when she thought about it, Changsun Hong's hateful face was as disgusting as a bull's head and a horse's face, it was impossible to meet, it was impossible in this life.

Such a person is very talented, and he has made both poems impeccably, and if you think about it, you can't write it yourself. One of them was even taken by his younger brother to respond to the scene, which was like adding fuel to the fire and insulting to humiliation.

The two persuaded again, and seeing that Chen Ying was resolute, they had no choice but to sit down, forget it, and leave by themselves.

The maid Cuiyun has been standing quietly on one side, without making a sound, and when the two of them left, she quickly ran to the door to see if anyone had gone away, and then she came back from the door, walked to Chen Ying's side, and said indignantly while adding a glass of water to the young lady: "Little lady, that wicked man is so hateful, can you spare him like this?" ”

Chen Ying actually read the book anywhere, her mind was full of chaos, and when she heard this, she simply put down the book and said angrily: "Then what else? The second brother has already fought with him, what else? ”

In the Song Dynasty, there was no such thing as a younger brother, and they were all called "brother" according to the ranking of the family, and Chen Yu was the second, so he was called the second brother. Even his sister Chen Ying is called that.

Cuiyun's face was full of grievances, and he muttered: "Didn't the second young master fail to win, it is said that the wicked man took advantage of it again." ”

"Shut up!" Chen Ying became angry for no reason, she couldn't say anything about it, she could only swallow her stomach and eat a secret loss, she said: "Don't mention this matter again!" Nothing to worry about! ”

"Yes, little lady, I don't dare to mention it again in the future." Cuiyun was taken aback and hurriedly bowed down.

After a pause, she looked out the window yearningly, and whispered to herself: "But that Wen will ...... I heard that it is very lively, and there are many people who read books and will go, only once every three years, and do not go...... What a pity. ”

Chen Ying's anger did not go away, and she was about to say a few words when she heard the words, but she suddenly remembered something, and an idea flashed in her mind.

She got up abruptly and laughed, the difference between her expressions before and after was too great, which startled a cuiyun, and she almost screamed when she covered her mouth.

"Cuiyun, what you said is right, there are so many people at the literary meeting, is there really no one who can defeat the wicked man?" Chen Ying smiled slyly, she threw away the book, and called, "Take the four treasures of the study, Cuiyun, you help me send a few letters out." ”

……

The eldest grandson Hong in Rui Fuxiang naturally doesn't know this.

He was busy, busy making paper, and it was very difficult to make the pulp into a finished product in two days, even though his pulp was already very viscous and could greatly reduce the time of the subsequent process, but it was still difficult.

His later profession was started from the bottom, and he was more familiar with modern papermaking technology, but there was no automatic machine here, and he didn't know anything about ancient papermaking, so he could only work with the craftsmen in the workshop to think while doing it, and try his best to find a way.

Ran Daqi has played a great role, this shopkeeper is indeed not the second ancestor, decades of papermaking workshop shopkeeper is not in vain, many places Changsun Hong said a concept, he can grope to put forward a specific plan, the two of them came up with an idea and a way, and it was really in two days, dozens of finished products that can be used.

The table of eight immortals in the back hall has been vacated, and a stack of snow-white paper is spread out on it, and the black lacquered desktop sets off the white paper surface and becomes more and more snow-white.

Ran Daqi and Changsun Hong stood at opposite ends of the table and picked up a piece of paper together.

The paper is tough and brittle, and it makes a rattling sound when it shakes at will, but it is very thin, light as nothing, the texture is soft, the color is white, and it is an excellent quality at a glance.

Ran Daqi picked up a pen, dipped it in ink in the inkstone, calmed his mind, sank his wrist, and wrote a big "Fu" word on the paper.

The pen and ink meander on the paper, the ink does not disperse, such as the sponge absorbs water, stable but not overflowing, the word is written, the paper is erected, the ink does not drop, the back of the thin paper is powerless to penetrate the paper, the word is like printing, bright and conspicuous.

"The best, the best!" Ran Daqi turned the paper upside down, praised it, and gave a thumbs up to the eldest Sun Hong: "Erlang, this paper is the best I have never seen in my life, wood can make such a good paper, in the past, I didn't see it with my own eyes, I absolutely don't believe it." ”

"Don't be too busy to be happy, we have one more thing to do." Changsun Hong rubbed his red eyes, he barely slept in the past two days: "Take all these papers, send them to the printing workshop, and print the inscription of our Rui Fuxiang under each paper, so that everyone who uses this paper knows that this is our Rui Fuxiang product." ”

(End of chapter)