Chapter 382: Making a Pen
After leaving, Qing Jin secretly turned around and looked at the back of him leaving, so he called it a gentle upward movement.
How dare you calculate her like this? I wanted to shake her off, but there was no door.
Qing Jin crushed the coal into foam, mixed it with a fixed thing, and then sent it into the model.
Finally pressed it into a pencil-like thing and got it out. Then he took it and tested it on the blank paper to see if he could write it.
When a black horizontal line appeared on the white paper, Qing Jin knew that she was successful. It's just that the refill he pressed out is a little loose, and it's not as porcelain as a real pencil.
After this experience, he was very happy and satisfied with what he did next.
It took three days, and she made fifty or sixty. Each one is peeled off layer by layer with white paper to resemble a pencil.
Since there is no pattern on it, it is also very nice to hold it in your hand.
On the fourth day, she began to listen to her own stories, all written down one by one.
Xingyue has been busy consolidating her strength and cultivation these days. Life passed peacefully.
It's a miracle that the girl has a free temperament, and she has stayed here honestly these days.
Moreover, someone reports her news to him every day, so he naturally knows her whereabouts well.
"Master Guoshi, the emperor has a ...... please" A eunuch who came came held the dust in his hand and saluted the stars and moons slightly. Say what you mean.
"Well, I know, go to the emperor, I'll be there ......"
"Yes, Master Guoshi!"
After leaving, Xingyue got up, and as soon as she turned around, she changed into the same set of robes that she usually received the emperor. Immediately after, his body disappeared into the sixth layer of the Linglong Pagoda like a meteor.
The Emperor sat in his study, looking at the frowning brows in his hands, wrinkled deeply.
"Are all these compromises happening in the last two months? Why did it take so long to report it? ”
There were two people kneeling opposite, and when they heard the emperor's question, they immediately said: "Back to the emperor, there were very few such things that happened before, it should not be very obvious, it may be that the past two months have become more and more frequent, so this has alarmed the government." ”
"Humph!" The old emperor threw aside the fold in his hand and looked at them: "Why did you know such a strange thing?" And there is no evidence of any mention in Doudou's content.
How does this make me believe? Besides, all the people who lost were adults and not children......"
Neither of the two people kneeling on the ground dared to say anything, but only listened to what the emperor said.
At this moment, a voice sounded: "Don't worry, emperor!" ”
As soon as this sentence was spoken, there was an additional figure in the bathroom, and this figure appeared out of thin air, and no one else noticed how he appeared here.
"National teacher, are you here?" When the emperor heard this voice, his eyes lit up, and he immediately found him.
At first glance, it seems that the national teacher in front of him is more mysterious than before.
Moreover, there is an indescribable feeling all over me.
Xingyue is dressed in a simple robe, and the lines on it are also very complex, with various different symbols, showing a very mysterious and unpredictable display.