Zhao Wangshu was concentrating on copying the scriptures, and a bird flew in through the window, landed on the bookcase, and curiously pecked at the ink in the inkstone with its pointed beak.

"This one can't be drunk, it's going to turn into a black-billed bird." Zhao Wangshu reached out to catch the bird.

The bird fluttered its wings and splashed the ink in the inkstone everywhere, making a mess, and it flew away from the window.

"Trick-or-treating." Zhao Wangshu watched as the ink formed patches on the paper

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