Su Qingluan greeted Mu Xingzhi's teasing expression, and after a long time, he still lowered his head a little weakly: "I'm actually just joking......"

However, this fabric gave Su Qingluan a little inspiration: "If this material is used on the outer packaging, how much silver will it cost?" "It's not cheap at first glance, but she's just going to do the font part, so it won't take much......

Before Su Qingluan could make his own little calculations, Mu Xingzhi shook his head first: "This fabric is not easy to obtain, and it is priceless in the market." ”

There is no price in the market......

Su Qingluan smacked the word, and then thought about his guess about Mu Xingzhi's identity, and couldn't help but think of the source of this fabric-

"It won't be...... Imperial Tribute...... Ahem, I take a sip of tea to moisten my throat. couldn't help but say it, Su Qingluan knew that no matter what the answer was, this should not be asked in the first place.

However, Mu Xingzhi didn't show any side effects, and even the smile on his face didn't change in the slightest.

Su Qingluan understood that if Mu Xingzhi's identity was really as she thought, then with her "open-mouthed" appearance in front of the other party, the other party could be regarded as very tolerant of her.

However, she also understands that the main reason for this "tolerance" is that their family is a real common person.

Although there is a small amount of money, it is far from the level of the "rich party", and there is no clan prestige or people who have friends with the DPRK and China.

To put it bluntly, it does not pose any threat.

And Mu Xingzhi is not a narrow-minded person, since he is no threat, and Su Qingluan himself does not have any malicious intentions, then he will not bother to move the Su family at all - after all, he is now living in seclusion here as "Mr. Mu", if there is really a big case in Huaxi Village where a family lives here, it will definitely alarm the government, and it will inevitably lead to chaos.

So no matter what aspect it is, there is no need for him to move the Su family, but Su Qingluan will still pay attention and will not ask Mu Xingzhi's identity.

Today was a complete accident.

After taking a sip of tea, Su Qingluan turned to other alternatives, such as designing fonts into three-dimensional fonts or gradient colors......

Su Qingluan thought in her heart, and the ink pen in her hand was also stumbling, and soon, she used a sketch to restore Mu Xingzhi's two words "Su Ji" exactly the same on the paper in front of her, and even added a special effect of floor projection to them.

"Well, that's what I'm talking about by 'effect', you see, it's still your font, but it feels completely different." As he spoke, he handed the paper in front of him to Mu Xingzhi.

Mu Xingzhi was originally looking at it with great interest, but looking at it, his expression became calm and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But when Su Qingluan handed him the font where he made the effect, he looked at it very seriously and understood what the so-called "effect" meant.

Su Qingluan stared at the paper for a long time, feeling that his eyes were a little sour and itchy, and he unconsciously rubbed it with his hand, but Mu Xingzhi grabbed his wrist.

"Don't rub your eyes, it's getting more and more itchy carefully."

Although there is no concept of "bacteria" in this era, from practical experience, rubbing the eyes is also an important cause of eye discomfort.

Su Qingluan reacted that he was rubbing his eyes again, and hurriedly thanked: "Oh, thanks to you for holding me, otherwise I would have to rub it hard until I burst into tears, my eyes have been too tired recently." ”

Mu Xingzhi withdrew his hand and asked, "Why, recently I dug the wall to steal the light, and studied hard all night?" ”

“…… It's not as exaggerated as 'all night,' and it's not because of hard reading, "but it's always going to have to be done quickly – to be honest, it's more of a headache than the jam making itself." It's just that at night, whether it's candles or oil lamps, the light is too dim and flickering, and it's too eye-consuming. ”

Speaking of the sad night reading time, Su Qingluan couldn't help but have a lot of bitter water to vomit.

The eye protection lamp fluorescent lamp is even a light bulb, Su Qingluan silently cried in his heart: ask for a stable light source with bright light and no shaking!

Maybe the Nahan in Su Qingluan's heart was very strong, Mu Xingzhi seemed to be thinking about something, and said after a while: "I received a night pearl some time ago, maybe you can come in handy." ”

Su Qingluan's heart moved: "Night Pearl? I heard that this is a priceless treasure. "What is the so-called Night Pearl, there are many theories in the previous life, Su Qingluan is not a history-related professional or is particularly interested in these, so he doesn't know much.

It's just that various TV series and folklore have spread the "Night Pearl" to the gods, so Su Qingluan is still very curious.

"It's priceless, but it's as valuable as I've seen."

Seeing the brilliance of great interest flashing in the eyes of the girl opposite, Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but feel funny - to a certain extent, Fang Cai's "ice cubes that are still crystal clear in autumn" are much more precious than this night pearl, but looking at the appearance of the person opposite, it seems to be an ordinary object, and he put it in his mouth without even looking at it again.

It's like ice is a rarity that can be easily obtained anytime, anywhere.

It is the pearl of the night, although it is not everywhere, but in the rich and noble, it is not a rare treasure - but the one he got is a little more special than the rest.

Mu Xingzhi summoned Songbo in with a bell again, which made Su Qingluan can't help but quip: "Although I don't know where you are sacred, but your identity is extraordinary, and Songbo is alone by your side, isn't it too stretched?" ”

He just smiled slightly: "I'm not really bad at doing things, so it's enough for Songbo to be by his side, and it's easy to cause trouble if there are too many people." ”

About a cup of tea later, Song Bo came out with a small box about the size of a palm, which contained high-quality silk, but Su Qingluan didn't pay the slightest attention to the luxurious fabric.

Her gaze seemed to freeze, staring at the ball in the box in Somber's hand, which was about the size of a tennis ball and glowed with a faint blue glow.

Seeing Su Qingluan staring at the Night Pearl for a moment, a smile appeared in Mu Xingzhi's eyes, and then he became surprised, and then turned serious—because the girl's gaze towards the Night Pearl did not look surprised or admired at all.

On the contrary, now she was pale, trembling slightly, her eyes were wide open, and her expression did not look like she had seen some rare treasure, but—but like she had seen a fierce god, a fierce ghost.

"Qingluan, what the hell are you—"

"Somber put the bead down—no, throw it away! The farther you throw it, the better! Su Qingluan's voice was very sharp, with a panic and panic that seemed to break through his throat.

It was the fear of death.