The inner library is full of messy ink ingots.

In the central clearing, the girl in the cold palace costume and the small female crown with the big palm, one big and one small, looked at each other silently.

"Ink essence Huang Xuan." Rong Zhen nodded.

The little female crown corrected in a low voice: "It's the fairy of ink." ”

The corners of Rong Zhen's lips pulled slightly, and he raised his golden four eyes again, and put them on his face calmly.

This forbidden gold face is related to a mythical creature named Fang Xiangshi in ancient times, which is extremely ugly, and the three characters of Fang Xiangshi are the meaning of "fear of appearance".

Ancient books say that in the spring season, the fierce spirit in the world is urging, and the people are fierce, and all kinds of spirits and ghosts who are causing chaos in the world will flee in horror when they see Fang Xiang's fierce face......

Seeing the action of the palace girl wearing a mask, the little female crown who called herself "Ink Fairy" suddenly panicked:

"What does a fairy do?"

"Try your real name."

Rong Zhen Youyou said:

"I've heard that real names are the greatest taboo for every spirit, and it's important that if you recognize and call out their names, you can trigger a certain power to avoid harming them, and instead dominate the spirits for my use.

"It's rare for you to be good, since you show your real name, this palace naturally wants to try, and if you try it with this mask, the effect is better."

The little girl's expression changed.

"Immortal...... Fairy and slow. ”

Rong Zhen's masked movement paused slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Suddenly I remembered, it was like...... It doesn't seem to be this name, but I'm used to shouting before......"

"Playing with Hongu?"

"No, no! It's just that I haven't mentioned my real name for a long time, but I didn't expect to ask this, and I thought it was a common name haha......"

Rong Zhen looked at her coldly and interrupted: "Real name." ”

"I said, I said ......"

The little female crown sighed and was forced to say a short name in an ancient dialect that Rong Zhen had never heard before—I don't know if it was the language of the fairies.

Rong Zhen is not strange, this is the correct real name, not like the name of a layman.

Vaguely feeling that this sentence in tongue, two syllables, was like a word, and she tried to ask:

"Brilliant idea? Dead in seconds? ”

"Oh, it's not a second death, it's a wonderful idea." The little girl's face corrected seriously: "Everyone I know shouts like this, which is similar to my real name." ”

Noting down the real name of this strange ancient saying, Rong Zhen was not in a hurry, and nodded:

"Then call you Wonderful."

Miao Si asked weakly: "Okay, can the fairy not tell me my real name?" ”

Rong Zhen was noncommittal, lowered his eyes to look at her strange dress mixed with Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and spoke at the same time:

"Where's the bargain?"

She whispered: "Just advice, suggestion ......"

Rong Zhen nodded and sneered: "Okay, if you have any other good suggestions, let's talk about it together." ”

Miao Si's eyes lit up, and he really believed it, and immediately said: "There is one, the fairy must not call me by my real name when wearing this mask." ”

"Oh, what if you accidentally shouted?"

The little female crown frowned bitterly: "Then I must feel bad, maybe half of my life will have to be confessed......"

"Understood, then follow this."

“……”

Rong Zhen looked at her and suddenly said:

"However, if you can help with one thing, the palace can let you go afterwards, and I also promise you not to give this real name to Si Tianjian."

"I—I don't have any money." Miao Si raised a face the size of a finger, and wanted to cry without tears: "The people I know are also poor people, and they are even poorer...... I have to come out and make money myself. ”

As she spoke, she also turned the small golden bowl in her hand upside down, and shook it hard in front of Rong Zhen, without a drop of ink.

Rong Zhen interrupted: "I heard that your ink essence can be seen in the literary atmosphere?" Not only the grand atmosphere of a city and a place, but also the unique style of an individual? ”

Miao Si was stunned: "Ah...... Uh-huh, it's this bit of a chicken rib skill, wait, the fairy shouldn't be here for this, right? ”

Rong Zhen's eyelashes drooped, "What is the range of Wen Qi you can see?" ”

"Everything in Xunyang City, especially those literati who like to use Han Lei Mo, their literary tone can be seen by the immortals. Fortunately, there are many people who use this Han Lei Mo, otherwise how can you eat enough just by eating dead ink, just like you eat vegetables, how can you do it without oil and salt? ”

The little female crown wearing a black Confucian dress and holding a golden bowl shook her head and said, her tone was a little complacent:

"They are stupid to use Han Lei Mo, this fairy Gu is the daughter of Mo, and they can also feed back to the cultivation of Wen Qi, and give me a job for nothing Hehe, as for those who don't use Han Lei Mo, their Wen Qi, this Fairy Gu is close, and you can also see it."

After a pause, Miao Si tried to ask:

"Is the fairy looking for a good match, and wants to find a brilliant little Langjun to get to know? Uh, fairy, this Fang Ling, is she in a hurry? ”

Rong Zhen's expression was cold, he didn't bother to speak, he took out a piece of red paper, wrapped it in a few scraps of paper, and threw it on the little head of the lotus crown that Miao Si stretched forward:

"This palace is not interested in Fengyue poetry, but the person you want to find, good at making poems, or Han Lei Mo, this is a butterfly love flower he made, with his literary temperament, you follow the map, go to find this person for the palace, after the matter is completed, not only let you go, but the palace also has a heavy reward."

"What...... What's the reward? ”

Rong Zhen looked around at a circle of messy inner libraries:

"The ink ingots on the ground are all yours."

"Really?"

"No jokes."

Miao Si carefully took the red paper and scraps of paper, closed her eyes and sniffed the text, and muttered:

"Ben Immortal Gu try...... Let's talk about it first, there are a total of one hundred and nine ink ingots on the field, and the number cannot be less......"

Rong Zhen was speechless and waved his hand to interrupt: "Why don't I give you another hundred pieces." ”

"Hee-hee, two hundred and nine, the fairy is so generous! However, I have to give this fairy Gu a few days to find a specific person's temperament, which is still quite time-consuming, and I have to walk around the city a few times. ”

Rong Zhen waved the golden mask in his hand:

"Yes, but if you don't find it, just wait to eat it in the dungeon of the Heavenly Prison of Luodusi."

Miao Si waved wildly with both hands, "Don't go to Luoyang, don't go to Luoyang." ”

Rong Zhenqi asked: "Are you afraid of Luoyang, or Si Tianjian?" ”

"I'm afraid." She shrank her head: "Xunyang is very good, there is a literary atmosphere, there is famous ink, there is a prosperous scene of governing the world, it would be better if there was no big Buddha......"

"Luoyang doesn't have a literary atmosphere."

"But in the prosperous era under the Meiji era, the emperor was too murderous." Clever stubborn tone.

The corners of Rong Zhen's mouth curved slightly: "You are a little ink essence, and your taste is quite tricky." ”

"It's the Ink Maiden!" She shook her little fist in emphasis.

Rong Zhen ignored it, put away the butterfly love flowers, poems, red paper and other things, leaving only a small piece of scraps of paper for this unblended ink essence, before leaving, she suddenly paused:

"You're a little bit of a Taoist, this palace has looked up before, and I'm a little curious, every time you sneak in through the vent and eat an ink ingot, how did you leave?"

"Actually...... I ate a total of 100 sticks, and every time I came over, I ate two small ink ingots to be full. ”

Rong Zhen raised his eyebrows, pointed his fingers, and counted them one by one:

"One is the innermost one, one is the outermost one, and then disguises itself as the outermost one, lies down in the box and sleeps, and when they take it up and sell it during the day, and when they get to the guest's house, I sneak home again, not to mention safety, no one suspects Hehee ......"

"Huh."

Rong Zhen suddenly laughed, went out with his sleeves, and dropped a sentence leisurely:

"Three days."

"What three days?"

"Three days later, at this point, come here to see the palace, don't let the palace take the initiative to call your real name."

Without waiting for Miaosi to bargain, the figure of the girl in the cold palace dress disappeared, the door of the inner library opened, and the evening breeze poured into the house.

The little female crown in a black Confucian costume shuddered.

He looked down at the scraps of paper, then at the ink ingots all over the ground, and sighed in distress:

"With a stinky face, it seems that this fairy girl owes you ink ingots, and now I want to find the owner of this butterfly love flower, well, first of all, you will be enmitted, eighty percent of you have a grudge, and I don't know if it is a love feud, this is unlucky......

"Miaosi, Miaosi, I'm embarrassed to say that others are unlucky, you are even more unlucky tonight, you leaked your real name, you would have listened to Huang Xuan if you knew it. The stupidest, there is no one, one day it will be stupid to death......"

The little girl in Confucian clothes left the inner library dejectedly, and after a short time, she returned to a dilapidated courtyard in the west of Xingzifang.

The courtyard wall is old, there is a rat hole, and Miao Si doesn't care, he goes straight into it and returns home.

She was accustomed to the sound of thunder and snoring in the courtyard, her eyes rolled around, and there was no movement except for snoring.

tiptoed back to a wood-converted sleeping room, ready to quietly flip through the cabinet.

"Going to steal again?"

Suddenly, a girl's voice came from the darkness.

Miao Si was startled, and fell to the ground with an "oops".

Got up, and asked weakly to the small sitting body at the table in the room:

"You...... Why don't you sleep yet? ”

"How many times have you said, don't steal anything to eat, you have promised to do it, and you are playing tricks again."

The little girl in the red jacket who had been waiting quietly in front of the table for most of the night, the corners of her mouth were facing down, and her tone was calm:

"I came back with ink, didn't you say you were full every time?"

Miao Si didn't dare to look directly at him, and said to him left and right:

"It's full, it's just insomnia, go out and go around...... When did Xiaoxuan wake up and how long have you been waiting? ”

Huang Xuan said quietly: "You didn't wipe your mouth clean. ”

“……”

Brilliant ideas are lost in an instant.

She bowed her head and said nothing, like a child who had made a mistake and was caught.

Huang Xuan sighed, and blamed herself in a tone: "If only I could buy ink, you and Daddy won't be hungry and won't tell me ......"

The little girl's heart seemed to be twisted by someone, if it had a heart, and it hurt uncomfortably.

She didn't dare to talk about it anymore, she had just been caught red-handed by the fairy.

Against the backdrop of snoring, there was some silence at the table.

Huang Xuan got up suddenly, walked to the head of the bed, took out a small packet of Hanlei residual ink scraps under the pillow, and silently handed it to Miaosi:

"You take it and eat it, I'll get some more during the day, you ...... Don't steal ink ingots in the future, we are poor, but we are not poor, it is not right to steal things, you can't expect to be strong, others can't catch it, just feel at ease, things are done, there will always be traces.

"And what you did has already caused a lot of people to investigate, what if they get caught, I don't have the money to ransom you, and it's not enough to sell me."

In fact, someone has already caught it...... Miao Si muttered in her heart.

Looking up weakly, and seeing Huang Xuan's hopeful gaze, she had no choice but to nod her head and agree.

"Wonderful." Huang Xuan frowned.

"Huh?"

"You...... Can you eat less, or let's stop eating ink and eat rice? You can also eat meat, you are small, and you can't eat much, but some ink is more expensive than gold and silver. ”

“……？”

Miao Siban face: "I'm an ink spirit, not a rat spirit, or you can raise a rat and mouse, I'll go." ”

"Forget it, don't be angry when I didn't say it." Huang Xuan waved her hand.

Switch to rice? simply insulted her "fine character", hugged her chest with wonderful thoughts, snorted, twisted her little face to the side, and asked quite coldly:

"Do you have something to do with this fairy girl? It's weird not to sleep tonight, usually you have to do things during the day, and you won't stay up late. ”

Huang Xuan was silent for a while, and then spoke: "Do you remember the two nobles I told you last time?" ”

Miao Si nodded:

"Hmm. Didn't you take Ben Xian Gu to Xunyang Tower that day to take a look, and let Ben Xian Gu write down the breath of the young Changshi and the Xie girl, but looking at it later, that young Chang Shi didn't seem to like Wen Mo and pursued hard work. ”

Huang Xuan pursed her lips: "The noble daughter of the Xie family has encountered difficulties recently. ”

"What difficulty?"

"She seems to be the Confucian qi practitioner you mentioned, and now she is promoted, and she needs to be literate."

"Hey, flipper?"

"I don't know, but can you help her?"

"Forehead ......"

Miao Si looked at Huang Xuan's expectant expression, hesitated, after all, she was also at a loss tonight, nodded and sighed:

"That's fine. Where does this Xie noblewoman live? ”

"Didn't you say remember the breath?"

"Then there must be a general range, Xunyang City is so big, it's dark outside, where can I find it, I eat less ink, I don't grow tall, the road is still low, I don't have the ability to lock the gas machine in the whole city at a glance, I have to go nearby to smell the breath."

"Uh-oh." Huang Xuan recalled the words left by the young man in the felt hat when he bought red leaves that day, tilted his head and said: "You should live in the Xunyang Palace" in Xiushuifang......

Miao Si's little face tightened, and he turned his head behind his back like a little adult, jumped up and touched Huang Xuan's head:

"Okay, you go to sleep first, I'll go give her some gentleness."

"Good work!"

After a while, Huang Xuan fell asleep, and after eating the residual ink, Miaosi went out again.

She is only the size of a palm, hides in the dark, quietly rushes, and if she encounters pedestrians or dangers, she will turn into an ink ingot and pretend to be dead...... None of the way was found.

However, the little female crown who was in a hurry had a sad expression.

It wasn't Huang Xuan's matter that was embarrassed, but the instructions of the fairy who owed money, which made her a little entangled.

Finding the owner of the butterfly love flower is much more difficult than helping Huang Xuan's entrustment.

Huang Xuan's commission had at least a general direction, but the fairy who owed money was instructed......

Xunyang City has a rich and mixed atmosphere, there is no general direction, if you look for them one by one, the ghost knows how long.

In addition, what if the owner of the butterfly love flower has not written poetry for a long time in addition to this poem?

didn't come out at all, how could she find it?

Like what she just complained to Huang Xuan, if she could have the ability to look through the city's literary atmosphere at a glance, Miao Si would have run away with a bucket earlier, go to the Confucian Academy to apply for a job, be a big spirit with a structure, eat fragrant and drink spicy food, wouldn't it be beautiful?

It's a pity that she is still young, not to mention the danger of going far away, go to the academy now, and it is easy to be bullied by unscrupulous Confucian students......

She is an ink essence, naturally sensitive to the literary atmosphere, should have haunted the elegant and elegant ink gathering and the study of the house of poetry, calligraphy and etiquette, greedy for ink ingots and literary energy, and at the same time can also assist the literati, inspire inspiration, make famous poems, feed back to her, complementary promotion.

This is a strange talent, but it's a pity that now I'm with a poor girl's little master, and I have no last meal to eat, and I'm hungry and faint.

It's good now, and there is a fairy with a face who owes money again, and Miao Si has already begun to think about running away, one by one, I know that bullying ink essence is.

Either threaten her to find an enemy, or persuade her to change her attributes and eat rice...... I may not be human, but you're sure you're a dog.

Right now, the leakage of his real name makes it difficult for Miaosi, after all, the monk can't run the temple.

She only had three days.

"Why do you like the number three days? You can't change it, well, thirty days is very good, next time I have to ask the fairy, can you postpone it......"

Thoughtlessly, wonderful thoughts muttered.

Soon, taking advantage of the night, I came to the Xunyang Palace, and following the breath recorded in the Xunyang Tower that day, the little female crown sneakily came to a boudoir.

The boudoir is dark, and there seems to be no one tonight, but it is the breath of the noble lady of the Xie family.

No one is right.

Miaosi slipped into the boudoir and looked around.

She jumped on the desk, took out the paper and ink, and prepared to fill it, when she caught a glimpse of a basket of familiar autumn leaves on the table.

It was Miao Si who guided Huang Xuan to make it, and the poems on the red leaf folding fan and the words that Huang Xuan knew were all taught by her.

Hey, this is just right, but it's also convenient...... Miao Si nodded, flipped into the basket, grabbed a red leaf, closed her eyes and poured her tone, ready to surprise the noble daughter of the Xie family tomorrow.

But at this moment, Miao Si's little nose wrinkled, as if she smelled something, opened her eyes, and turned her head to look at the few oil-paper umbrellas on the table.

She suddenly put down the autumn leaves, jumped out of the basket, and walked to open the oil-paper umbrella.

These oil-paper umbrellas seem to have been sunburned not long ago, and there is a breath of fresh sunshine, similar to sun-dried bedding.

But the focus of Miaosi is not on this, but on some of the above ...... Familiar, familiar.

The handwriting is not the same, but the tone is not wrong.

Miao Si's face was stunned, and she took out the scrap of paper that Rong Zhen gave not long ago.

Then she sniffed the masculine air on the oil-paper umbrella again.

In the darkness, the eyes of the little female crown gradually widened:

"Huh? No, it's not......"

(End of chapter)