Chapter VII

“......”

This person seems to be very useful.

But this person seems to be a little suspicious?

Otherwise, General Wang would not have treated him like this.

Hehua hesitated for a moment, looked up at Wang Ben who was holding him, and wanted Wang Ben to give her an idea.

- She is too young, it is better to listen to Wang Ben's opinion on this kind of matter.

"General Wang, what do you think?"

Hehua asked.

Wang Ben squinted at Zhang Han.

Zhang Han was on his back, and his brows frowned imperceptibly.

But he didn't fall into a panic because of Wang Ben's gaze, but continued to do his own thing, stirring the water without hurry.

Wang Ben raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Since the princess wants to use it, she will keep it by her side."

After a moment, Wang Ben withdrew his gaze.

When he turned his face to Hehua, General Wang, who had become a gentle and good-tempered Hehua, reached out and pinched the bridge of Hehua's upturned little nose, teasing Hehua and said, "An eleven or twelve-year-old boy, what kind of wind and waves can he make?" ”

After a long time of fighting on horses, Wang Ben had thick calluses on his hands, even if he was now undressed and raised, the calluses on his hands had never disappeared, and he still showed off his might and remained in his hands, as if silently telling this man's peerless exploits.

The martial arts man is very energetic, but Wang Ben's movements are very light, and it doesn't hurt to pinch his nose, only the slight itch when the cocoon rubs his skin, Hehua was amused by him and giggled, and couldn't help but hug his rough palm, "With the general here, no one can turn over the wind and waves." ”

Zhang Han's eyes were dark for a moment.

Wang Ben's movements paused slightly, and the tiger's eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhang Han's eyelids jumped fiercely, his eyes instantly returned to normal, and he thanked Wang Ben of Hehua in a hoarse voice, "Thank you princess, thank you general." ”

"Don't thank me, do a good job for the princess."

Wang Ben squinted at Zhang Han.

The guards understood, quietly retreated, and went to Shaofu Ling to investigate Zhang Han's life experience.

"Thank you, princess."

Zhang Han saw Wang Ben's personal guards leaving, but he didn't care, and thanked Hehua again.

Wang Ben said that this person could be used, and Hehua was no longer wary, and asked Zhang Han curiously, "Your brother is the same age as me, so you can understand what I say?" ”

"The princess's voice is good, her words are clear, and she is easier to understand than the villain's brother."

Zhang Han knelt on one knee and continued to stir the slurry.

Hehua has heard such flattery many times, and her ears can afford to listen to cocoons, but it doesn't prevent her from still loving to listen, she was praised so much that her heart was beautiful, and she smiled and said, "You are much smarter than them." ”

"What do you mean when you say that if you mix too much water, this thing will become thinner? Can't make what I want? ”

This sentence is very long, not to mention the temple people who were sent by Shaofu Ling to do things for Hehua, even Wang Ben didn't understand it very well, but Zhang Han understood her little milk voice, took down a wooden basin from the wooden shelf on the side, didn't answer her question, and directly showed her, "Princess, look." ”

"This part is slurry water with more water, and this part is with less water."

Zhang Han patiently explained to Hehua while stirring, "From the villain's point of view, this thing is almost the same as making soup, if there is more water, it will be thin, and if there is less water, it will be thick." ”

"If you look at the soup, the gruel only has a thin layer after drying, while the thick porridge is quite thick after drying."

"But the princess mainly wants paper, it is something to write, it is not good if it is too thin and too thick, it is easy to break, and it is not light if it is thick, and it is not what the princess wants."

Hehua, who can't cook and can't do housework, is brightened.

- This man is so good! I know so much!

It was the right thing to do with him!

Wang Ben sneered.

It's not great.

However, the observation is meticulous, and the speech is ingenious, so it is the way to talk about it, and the little princess is stunned.

But the little princess liked it, so he happily agreed, looked at Zhang Han, who was flirting with the little princess, and asked casually, "Can you make what the princess wants?" ”

"Only seven/eight sure."

Zhang Han didn't say too much.

"Seven/eight points is enough."

Hehua was very happy.

Compared with the temple people who are not easy to do, and it is not easy to do, Zhang Han's seven or eight points is already very difficult!

Hehua said excitedly, "If you can do it, I will be rewarded!" ”

Zhang Han smiled, "In this case, the villain thanked the princess in advance." ”

"No thanks, you deserve it."

Hehua put forward his request to Zhang Han, "I don't want to be too thin, not too thick, I want a smooth paper on which I can write." ”

In the dream, the teacher gave him the book like this, it was moderately thin and thick, very beautiful, and it could be read in the sun, and it could even be shaded.

- This is the kind of paper she wants.

Zhang Han's head.

He put down the basin in his hand, took a new one from the wooden shelf, and put back into it the bark and hemp rags that the temple people had broken before, and mixed it with a little water.

probably knew the importance of this thing to Hehua, and before he started stirring, Zhang Han also went to the basin next door to wash his hands to make sure that his hands were not a trace of dust, and then he started to stir the things in the wooden basin.

After stirring, the things in the wooden basin became muddy, Zhang Han looked at the muddy color, hesitated for a moment and asked Hehua, "Princess, what color do you want?" ”

"Color?"

Hehua thought of the color of the book, "Uh, white. ”

Zhang Han's movements paused slightly, stopped, and looked up at Hehua, "The thing you want is white, and the thing in the wooden basin is not quite the same as what you want." ”

Because it is still groping, the wooden basin prepared by the temple people is not big, when Zhang Han knelt down on one knee and stirred, his body covered most of the wooden basin, Hehua could not see the things in the wooden basin, and when he stopped, Hehua saw the color in the wooden basin, the slurry water is not white, but something similar to earthy yellow, looking like mud, and the clean white paper is far away.

Hehua tilted his head and looked at the slurry water in the wooden basin, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

- Can this kind of mud-like thing that looks like disgusting Barra really make smooth and smooth paper?

"How so?"

Hehua put his hands on his cheeks, a little worried, "This is different from what I saw in my dreams." ”

Xiao Tuanzi wrinkled into a small bun, Wang Ben's hands were itchy, and she couldn't help pinching her little face like a bun, "What the princess saw in her dream is an immortal thing, precious and abnormal." ”

"Even though the princess has a fairy fate and has been taught the method of paper-making by the immortals, the things of the immortals are not things that the world can have, and it is not easy for us to make things that are similar to them, so why should the princess find faults? Must it be made into something like a fairy? ”

"But this yellow one really doesn't look good."

Hehua frowned.

"The wrong color may be the reason for the material, or it may be a problem with the villain's technique."

Zhang Han picked up the strainer that the temple had prepared early in the morning, and poured the slurry water into the strainer, "The villain will make things out first, and then improve them according to the finished product, and make them back and forth a few times, maybe you can make the white that the princess wants." ”

Wang Benjian raised his eyebrows slightly.

- It's a character.

Hehua was excited, "Really? ”

"Of course."

Zhang Hanwan'er, "How dare the villain deceive the princess?" ”

Filtration is followed by precipitation.

Sedimentation is followed by drying.

The waiting time is always difficult, Hehua looked at it for a while, and then she became sleepy, she lay in Wang Ben's arms, her little head was little by little, and the chick pecked at the rice like drowsy.

Wang Ben looked at the sleepy little princess, straddled her long legs, carried Hehua into the hall, and put Hehua on the soft collapse.

The little princess slept soundly, and there was no reaction when he put it on the couch, only the eyelashes like a small fan curled up one after another, casting a faint shadow on the eyelids with a slight breathing.

What a cute little girl.

I want to steal it.

It's a pity that she is the youngest daughter of His Majesty the Emperor, and no matter how much she wants to steal, she can't take action.

Wang Ben sighed, pulled up the futon and covered it on Hehua's small belly.

"General, it's been found out."

The guards walked in lightly, lowered their voices and informed Wang Ben of Zhang Han's identity.

"No wonder I think he is familiar, it turns out to be the son of that man."

Wang Ben sighed, got up and walked out, not talking about this kind of thing with the guards while Hehua was sleeping.

The guards followed behind Wang Ben and raised their hands to make a decapitation motion.

"Not necessarily."

Wang Ben walked to the bottom of the porch, and Zhang Han poured another basin of slurry water in the courtyard, which was stirring vigorously at this time.

Wang Ben smiled, "The princess likes him, so it doesn't hurt to spare his life." ”

"But he's got you—"

"Just a child."

Wang Ben sneered lightly, "I have been fighting horses for half my life, drinking blood on the battlefield, and treating the armies of the six countries as grass mustard. ”

"The princess has the grace of knowing him, and he will be a good dog of the princess in the future."

"Let's keep him."

Wang Ben stood with his hands in his hands and looked at Zhang Han who was busy in the courtyard.

As if sensing his gaze, the young man stirring the slurry raised his head slightly, and his dark eyes crashed into his eyes.

Wang Ben raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Zhang Han's brows frowned slightly, and he quickly withdrew his gaze.

"The princess is pure and kind, she doesn't know that people's hearts are sinister, and she needs to raise some shrewd and slick people to protect her."

Wang Ben spoke slowly.

·

The sky is beautiful, the sun is shining, and there are no clouds.

When Hehua got up from the couch with a yawn, Zhang Han's filtered slurry water had been dried, and the young man folded the yellowed paper neatly and handed it to the guards guarding under the porch, who took it to Hehua.

Hehua was given a stack of coarse, yellowish papers.

“......”

Obviously, they all did it according to the steps the teacher said, and the things made were completely different from the paper of the books that the teacher gave her!

However, the paper that was quite despised by Hehua caused an uproar in Xianyang Palace-

"Little Eleven really made it?!"

Fusu looked back and forth at the paper sent by Wang Ben, and his voice could not hide his excitement.

Li Si took a pen and couldn't wait to try to write on the paper, and as he wrote, he exclaimed, "The little princess is the one chosen by heaven, and with the immortals teaching her in person, she can naturally make immortal things." ”

- To him, paper is much more useful than alphanumeric thousand-word essays!

Compared with the bulky bamboo slips, the paper is light and easy to use, and it does not tire the arms, and Mrs. no longer has to worry about his tired back pain and hand cramps after writing the paperwork!

"Yes, the little princess is so good!"

Zhao Gao was busy studying ink for Ying Zheng, and asked Ying Zheng to try the texture of the paper as well.

Ying Zheng took the pen reservedly, and his voice was short, "Hmm." ”

Although the texture of the slightly yellowed paper is rough, it is far better than the bulky bamboo slips and expensive silk silk, not to mention that this is just a thing that has just been made, and the paper will be more and more exquisite in the future, and the sense of use is not inferior to the silk silk.

Fusu held the paper in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became, and the words that were pressed in his heart involuntarily came out, "With this thing, Father doesn't have to work hard to read the bamboo slips." ”

“？”

Ying Zheng's pen tip paused slightly.

- He, a rebel who quarrels with him every day, is so angry that he is still worried about his hard work?