The lively liquor shops, the businessmen who walked on their feet, the loud laughter, the rough fingers, and the sound of swallowing formed a unique liveliness of the common people.

Above all the bustle, there was a nondescript room, which was very quiet, except for the rustle of the pages of paper.

Meng Shuilan crouched on the desk, holding a brush in each hand, and at the same time stained with thick ink. With his left hand, directly above the rice paper, he wrote four big characters - Baichuan Secrets. The right hand is to write a line of small characters at the same time - Baichuan Pavilion One Hundred and Eight Issues.

Meng Shuilan was dual-minded, opened the bow left and right, and recorded two major events in "The Secret of Baichuan" at the fastest speed.

One of them: the return of the six princes.

He dipped the brush on his right hand in thick ink and drew lines on rice paper; Using the brush on his left hand, he rolled some paint and added a few strokes of color to the figure in the painting. The two pens started work at the same time, which was not only like a silent fight, but also cooperated seamlessly, which was amazing.

With just a few strokes, the six princes played by Tang Jiaren were painted vividly, and they were divided into three points. But I saw a pot-bellied man, dressed in a fancy costume, sitting at a super large table and feasting. The smile on his face was so satisfying.

The text content of this theme is also quite interesting, and only a few meaningful words are described: beauty, joy; Food, even more. There is no meat at the snap of a finger, and the clothes and pants are flying between talking and laughing.

Meng Shuilan, like a peacock, not only likes to shake the screen, which is eye-catching, but also often regards himself as a beautiful gentleman. The look of "only the most beautiful" is really not likeable. However, I have to say that his good hand is really amazing. Moreover, it is very rare to be able to open the bow left and right at the same time. This is a great talent. has this talent, but shows off in front of others, which is really interesting.

Meng Shui's blue eyes were focused, his expression was serious, and he continued to write and paint, all in one go.

Second: the Never-ending Woman.

Meng Shuilan drew Qiu Yuebai, Zhan Tianqi and the Endless Woman on the paper, and then described all the events and details in words very completely. Of course, he didn't write about being slapped in the face.

There is a lot of description in this article, and it occupies a large part of the space.

In the remaining small area, Meng Shuilan plans to write some rumors and gossip casually, and talk about entertainment topics such as the east and the west.

Meng Shuilan was just about to put down the pen, when he heard a voice say: "Why don't you write such a big event as the assassination of the sixth prince?" ”

Meng Shuilan held the pen, her eyes disappeared on the paper, and while brewing feelings, she replied: "I didn't see it, how to write?" ”

Meng Tianqing jumped into the room from the window, bared his teeth, and frowned: "Give me ten taels of silver, and I'll tell you what happened at that time." ”

Only then did Meng Shuilan raise her head, look at Meng Tianqing, and said, "Three taels." ”

Meng Tianqing said angrily: "I have experienced nine deaths and a lifetime, and I have personally experienced those inhumane assassinations, and it is not worth ten taels of silver?!" If you don't answer me, you won't even take out the money to comfort me?! Meng Shuilan, I want to break off brotherhood with you! ”

Meng Shuilan put down the pen in his hand and compromised: "Say it." ”

Meng Tianqing felt that his brother Meng Shuilan still cared about him, although he ...... Only a little. If he can get a little care from Meng Shuilan, he should also be happy. How difficult it is!

Meng Tianqing walked to the table, looked at the content on it, and said, "After you and Qiu Yuebai leave, I will ...... with that dead fat man Well, get ready at the agreed time. As a result, there was an accident, and the dead fat man stood in front of the window to eat chicken legs after leaving a book, and an arrow shot into the dead fat man's mouth with lightning speed. "Gritted teeth, clenched fists," was bitten by her! Flicked his sleeves in annoyance, "Brother, I thought you shot that arrow." On second thought, you didn't have that right. ”

Meng Shuilan looked at Meng Tianqing and said thoughtfully: "How did the dead fat man recruit you?" ”

Meng Tianqing said hatefully: "She treats you like that, you can't be humane, as a younger brother, how can I not hate?!" ”

Meng Shuilan was moved: "Azure ...... ”

Meng Tianqing looked at Meng Shuilan and shouted, "Brother...... ”

Meng Shuilan kicked Meng Tianqing's abdomen and scolded: "Get out, you can't be humane!" ”

Meng Tianqing was kicked and sat on the ground, whined in pain, got up with his buttocks, and roared: "You are sick!" ”

Meng Shuilan smoothed out her long chestnut hair and said, "Shao and a certain come to that set of brotherly tricks, you shout to kill a certain person in your dreams, when a certain person doesn't know?" ”

Meng Tianqing's face froze.

Meng Shuilan walked in front of Meng Tianqing, and Meng Tianqing subconsciously stepped back.

Meng Shuilan grabbed Meng Tianqing's wrist, stopped his waist with one hand, touched his hand down, and asked, "What are you hiding?" What's wrong with the ass? ”

Meng Tianqing struggled: "Get out!" What can I do, it's not that you're kicking too hard?! ”

Meng Shuilan obviously didn't believe it, and continued to pinch it, and said with a straight face in her mouth: "As an author, no matter how much you are wronged, you can only think that you are a pen without emotions, understand?" Say, brother doesn't laugh at you. ”

Meng Tianqing struggled: "Your mouth is cracked to the back of your head, and you still don't laugh at me?!" Ghost Letter! ”

At this moment, a carrier pigeon flew to the window of the inner room and was picked up by an ordinary-looking man in gray, after he looked at it twice, he immediately opened the door and rushed into the outer room where Meng Shuilan was, and said excitedly: "Pavilion master, the first news...... Uh......"

The picture in front of him made the man in gray a little ...... I can't accept it.

This is...... What do you mean? Is the pavilion master and the second pavilion master adding a heavy taste to the gossip of the rivers and lakes? How do you write a catchy title? Brother year or ethical forbidden? It's too complicated......

In the open inner room, there was still a group of people sitting. Each of them was wearing a navy blue robe, with an off-white belt tied around their waists, and three large silver characters embroidered on their left chests - Baichuan Pavilion.

These people are the writers who are responsible for copying periodicals, and their names are Yingji. In front of each of them, there is a table. On each table, there are pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. A moment ago, they were calmly waiting for the master of Baichuan Pavilion to write the one hundred and one "Baichuan Secrets"; At this moment, although their buttocks were still sitting on the stool, their bodies were leaning in the direction of the door, staring at the brothers expressionlessly. In those eyes, there is a spirit of specialization.

The man in gray is named Baisan, and he is a flying pigeon in Baichuan Pavilion, who is responsible for transmitting confidential information to Meng Shuilan as soon as possible. Of course, he also does some record-keeping work.

Habitually, Baisan directly took out his notebook and charcoal, and wrote: Meng Shuilan, the master of Baichuan Pavilion, held his brother Meng Tianqing's waist with one hand, and probed between Meng Tianqing's two strands with the other. Meng Tianqing's face turned crimson, twisting his waist, wanting to refuse and greet him......