A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle stared at Mu Lingshu, "Enough is enough, don't go too far." "I, I, I can't write." Mu Lingshu stiffened her head.

At that moment just now, the feeling that Ling Xiaoqi gave Mu Lingshu was no longer cold, but like a demon returning from purgatory, full of murderous aura, which made people feel deep despair and fear, which was a fear imprint that went straight to the bottom of their hearts.

Tremblingly, he picked up the ink, and stood hesitantly in front of the inkstone, not knowing what to do.

Last time, she struggled to make a usable ink in order to study ink, but this time......

"Do you want to dry grind?"

"Ahh Mu Lingshu then remembered to add water.

"The water is rising." Ling Xiaoqi reminded again.

As soon as Mu Lingshu was distracted, water flowed out of the inkstone, and she hurriedly wanted to wipe it, but the inkstone was knocked over, and the paper was soaked, staining the dress.

"You did it on purpose."

"I didn't have to do these before, I didn't know how to grind the ink, if you want me to write silently, then polish the ink, otherwise I can't do it."

Mu Lingshu broke the jar and fell, ready to meet Ling Xiaoqi's anger, only to see him manually cleaning up the mess.

It can't be that I'm dazzled, he's not angry?

"It's me who ignored it, you should have been a pampered little lady before, and someone will naturally help you do these things." Ling Xiaoqi explained while cleaning up.

After a while, everything returned to the same as before, as if the ink just now had not appeared, if the ink on Mu Lingshu's body did not exist, it seemed that nothing had really happened.

"That, my father often said that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, so you can also see my words, why don't you write it?" Mu Lingshu tentatively.

Although she thinks she is very literate and a serious college student, she is not even a beginner in calligraphy, ancient Chinese characters and ancient humanities, at most it is better than illiteracy.

With guessing, you can recognize a few big characters.

Ling Xiaoqi remembered the black mass that Mu Lingshu showed him, every word needed to be carefully recognized and he might not be able to recognize it, he didn't want to hold such a mass of things to study, so he acquiesced to Mu Lingshu's proposal.

"You polish the ink, I'll write."

Ah, I still have to grind the ink!

Ling Xiaoqi seemed to see Mu Lingshu's embarrassment, walked to Mu Lingshu's side, picked up the ink and explained while inking.

"You try." Mu Lingshu took the ink and drew circles in the inkstone as vertically and clockwise as Ling Xiaoqi said.

"Keep your hands steady." Ling Xiaoqi grabbed Mu Lingshu's hand and polished the ink, and from time to time he spoke twice and gave instructions, and the warm breath was blowing in Mu Lingshu's ears, tickling.

"I see, I'll do it myself." Mu Lingshu took a step back to the side and scratched her tickling ear.

Only then did Ling Xiaoqi realize that something was wrong, and sat down in the chair with some embarrassment.

"I'm ready, you can say it." The brush in his hand still shook slightly, betraying his inner unpeace.

On the other hand, Mu Lingshu is nothing, but it is just touching her hand and not dropping the meat quickly, which is really nothing in her education, not to mention that Ling Xiaoqi did not mean it.

In his mind, he talked endlessly, and Mu Lingshu said to Ling Xiaoqi according to the gourd painting.

No way, who made her not understand the text here.

According to Xi Shaobai's statement, it goes without saying that any book in the book that can show Mu Lingshu's name can be called, and it can also be called up by searching keywords what Mu Lingshu wants to read, but it can only read the original one.

Without words, there is no speech, and without words is without the self. It's a blank piece of paper that can be added and altered at will, embracing everything, but everything is not it.

In other words, when the text of Lu Ban's biography appears in the book, it is a carpenter's book, and if there is an Analect, it is the Analects.

Any book is not a book, and a book without words is not a book. The Analects are not words, and the books are not the Analects.

"There should be an illustration here, something like this." Mu Lingshu picked up the pen and opened the soul painter.

Ling Xiaoqi could only guess what Mu Lingshu had painted with words and understanding, and he could only understand it but not words.

"Rest for a while, I'm tired." Mu Lingshu shook her sore wrist while picking up the teacup and drinking two glasses of water, her mouth was really dry.

Grinding ink is really not done by people, my wrist is going to be abolished, Mu Lingshu misses the ink used in her elementary school calligraphy class, it is not too convenient.

Ling Xiaoqi looked at the sky a little dark, "Let's get here first today!" He put down his pen and walked out.

Xi Shaobai jumped off Mu Lingshu's shoulder, and poured himself a glass of water like Mu Lingshu, "Tired, smart and cute, all-knowing Xi Shaobai." ”

Mu Lingshu looked at Xi Shaobai's somewhat transparent appearance and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you, didn't you just finish replenishing your energy?" ”

"Words cannot be spoken, words naturally consume energy."

"You can understand that you spent thousands of dollars to repair a scrapped machine, but you have to pay for it to use it."

"Can I return the goods that burn money?"

"I can't."

"Little comb, you can rest assured, it won't cost as much to repair it, I can also store the essence of the sun and the moon for my own use on weekdays, and the precious paper can also help me recover quickly, just like pre-storage, storage and consumption."

"Little comb, I'm going to sleep, something called me." It was a pity that Shaobai disappeared in a flash.

Ling Xiaoqi shouted outside the door, "It's time to eat." ”

"Here we are."

I felt a little hungry when I heard the shout to eat, and walked out two steps quickly, muttering in my heart, Ling Xiaoqi had only been out for a long time, how could he eat!

Looking at the three dishes and one soup, two bowls of rice, and a food box next to it on the stone table in the courtyard, Mu Lingshu instantly understood.

"You never cook?"

Ling Xiao Qi said righteously: "The gentleman is far away from cooking. "I took a bite of food and put it in my mouth.

Ling Xiaoqi saw that Mu Lingshu didn't move his chopsticks much, "Wrong appetite?" ”

Mu Lingshu shook her head.

The salt used here contains magnesium chloride, sodium chloride, potassium sulfate, sodium sulfate and other substances, so the dishes made are somewhat bitter, but Mu Lingshu's taste is more sensitive than ordinary people, and she feels more bitter.

The natural and pure salt can be said to be very rare, and this kind of fine salt is not available from the king's grandson and nobles, but outside the palace.

Unless she was hungry, she ate very little at other times, and she was really not used to eating bitter salt

Mu Lingshu thought that if she could convince Ling Xiaoqi, she could secretly purify the salt, so that she would not have to bitter her taste buds, and she would not have to commit suicide slowly.

Magnesium chloride may not be harmful to eating less, but it cannot stand the perennial consumption, which imperceptibly harms the body's health.

"It's not good to always eat in restaurants, so let's make it ourselves! Where's your kitchen? I'll do it. ”

"Do it yourself?"

Ling Xiaoqi looked at Mu Lingshu, a pampered little lady, is she really okay?

What kind of look are you looking at me questioning my strength? Although this girl's cooking can't catch up with the chef of the imperial dining room, it must be better than this.

I don't dare to say anything else, but this dish can definitely be done without bitterness.