The dragon wagged its tail, and the children shook it twice, but luckily they caught the scales of the dragon so they didn't fall into the water.

"This is a poem about the plum blossoms painted on paper. ”

"Oh, I see," Edamame smiled, and he said, "Isn't that Momei?" ”

"You all sit tight," said Ladola, "Qing Xiaolong said, we are going to the inkstone pool." ”

"Washing inkstones? What is that? Ge Dazhuang asked.

As he spoke, a gurgling stream gushed out of a deep black pool, and the green dragon went upstream, and in a moment it entered the vast and boundless inkpool from the thin stream.

"Wow......"

The little white shoes on Ge Dazhuang's feet touched the surface of the water, and they were dyed black all of a sudden. The other children quickly lifted their soles to avoid touching the water.

At this time, Ge Dazhuang discovered the "culprit" who made the pool water black—a little doll with a high bun was squatting on the edge of the pool and washing the pen and inkstone.

"Good! It turned out to be you! Ge Dazhuang shouted, intending to teach that person a good lesson. But in a blink of an eye, that person suddenly grew up and became an adult. Ge Dazhuang was instantly confused, and he asked, "Is this ...... What the hell is this place? ”

It is said that Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher of the Jin Dynasty, practiced calligraphy hard since he was a child, and often washed the inkstone in the pond water, and over time the pond water turned black. In order to praise Wang Xizhi's diligence, people named the pond as the inkstone pool, also known as the ink pool. Ladola said: "But we are not in Wang Xizhi's inkstone pond at the foot of Huiji Mountain, but in Wang Mian's inkstone pond." ”

He sat motionless under the plum tree, carefully studying the characteristics of the plum blossoms, not noticing the approach of a giant dragon and the children.

"Shhhh Edamame reminded.

Qing Xiaolong was also very obedient, and it immediately stopped moving, and quietly stopped in the middle of the water. But even then, they are too conspicuous.

Fortunately, there was a way for Ladora to sink the green dragon to the bottom of the water, and when everyone resurfaced, they all turned into a black mass. They are identical to the green dragon, like a chameleon, and blend perfectly into the inkwell.

The children did not disturb Wang Mian to paint, and Wang Mian completed an extremely beautiful plum picture with a splash of ink.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pot-bellied, brocade-clad official appeared, and he applauded the painting of the crown.

Immediately afterwards, the man took out a large golden ingot, put it on the table of the crown, and grinned to take the painting. But the crown threw the man's big gold ingot, and said, "Don't defile my metu!" ”

"Oh, Wang Dacai, you haven't eaten for a few days? Hurry up and get the gold ingot to buy a roast chicken to eat. ”

"Hmph," Wang Mian carefully put away the painting, and said disdainfully, "You don't know how to appreciate it, and you take my painting out and want to sell it for a higher price, yes or no?" ”

"The crown! Look at you poor sour! Who but me will send you such a large gold ingot? I think you don't think a single ingot of gold is enough, and you want more money, right? ”

"Let's go! I'd rather give it to a ragged beggar than sell this picture to someone like you. ”

The crown's resoluteness sent the man away.

After the man left, Wang Mian unfolded the painting again, and inscribed a poem in the blank space of the picture in a low voice:

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the good color, only leave the clear air full of goodness. ”