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    When others are admiring the flowers and the moon, she is boiling an eagle. When others are painting landscapes and ladies, she is painting a mouse getting married. The existence of this girl is to be unexpected.

    The emperor was in a daze, and simply didn't know what to say.  After a long time, he asked, "Really? Do you know how to draw inside?"

    She tilted her head and looked at the emperor's expression, "You can't say enough, don't dare to say yes, you know a little bit. The slave didn't brag. Next time, the slave will draw one to present to the master."

    The emperor raised an eyebrow, "Just send a mouse to marry?"

    "Master doesn't like it, grasshopper cabbage can do it too." She spread her hands, "No matter how difficult the slave is, the slave just finished reading the book and studied hard for a while, but he couldn't learn the essence. It was all because of his own blindness.  Figured it out."

    The emperor also studied inner painting, and tested her carefully, "I will give you a crystal pot, and I ask you, what should you do before painting?"

    She said, "Just having a pot is not enough, you need iron sand. Fill the pot with iron sand and shake it vigorously until the hair inside is shaken before you can write. Otherwise, the ink will not be able to eat and it will easily smudge."

    The emperor nodded, "Give me sand for the pot, and some pens for you, can you draw?"

    In fact, if she can get the whole set ready right away, it won't be a problem for her to show her hands.  It's just that the palace has everything, but there are no tools for making snuff bottles, so the emperor wants to test her like this.  Su Yi was not very convinced. Isn't this clearly contemptuous of people? She straightened her waist, "The pen is not an ordinary pen. The shaft and the tip of the pen should be separated. The finer the wolf hair, the better."

    "Success." The emperor looked at her with his chin on his hands, "Then let's draw."

    "No, I need rosin."

    There was a faint smile on the emperor's face, "What do you want rosin for?"

    She said solemnly, "Heat the copper ring at the end of the pen to melt the rosin, and the rosin flows down to fix the pen and prevent it from splitting. The pen sticks well, it is easy to draw, and the lines are neat."

    No matter how well the painting is done, the basic steps are known, and it seems that it is not just nonsense.  It's just that the emperor still wanted to make things difficult for her, so he said, "Some things are easier said than done. Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig run away? Gu Yuexuan's face is opposite to the street, and Liulichang also specializes in snuff  In a pot shop, it is not a skill to see the process follow the gourd and draw the ladle."

    Because this person is sometimes careless, she also pays attention to what should be careful.  When he said this, she wanted to win back in front of him.  I don't want to let him look down on me, so I settled down, "Master is right, it's not difficult to draw flowers backhanded, but a slave is not talented, let me write you a backhanded handwriting."

    This time the emperor was greatly surprised. If it could be written, then he would look at her with admiration from now on.  He stood up, took out a letter from the white folder on the desk, put it on the table of the Eight Immortals, picked out a small script and handed it to her, "What are you writingJust write the sentence in Jiao Gan Yi Lin Li Zhiqian."  With a narrow smile in his face, "write it, I'll watch, and you'll be rewarded if you finish it."

    So without any hesitation, I squatted down to respond to the blessing, dipped my pen in the ink, and started writing in one go.

    The emperor stood on the sidelines and watched, and the eloquent lowercase letters with hairpin flowers were clear and smooth, but all of them were counter scripts.  You can't see the bright hall from the front, so you have to hold it up to the light and read from the back after writing.  She was writing, but he was a little distracted.  The line of sight extends upwards from the tip of the pen, falling on that slender wrist, falling on that exquisite shoulder, falling on her pink and jade-carved neck.

    She wears a pair of jadeite earrings, and the jade is not a good jade. The flesh of winter melon comes out of a new pit, and there are scattered dark green in the floating flowers.  The second-class person who is usually dismissive, can be called by the clear fleshy skin, which looks extraordinarily unique.  If it is true that things have to be raised by people, no matter how good the water head is, it will still be buried in the hands of people who have no energy.

    She is so brightly white, she must look good if she wears red.  Coral or precious stones are available, as well as agate The emperor accidentally picked up the snuff bottle in his hand and compared it. The lid on the pot was made of agate, shining red.  If it is hung on the earlobe, it will definitely complement each other.

    Su Yi didn't notice anything, and all his thoughts were on the tip of the pen.  Long Live Lord did it on purpose. Seven of the sixteen characters have cumbersome strokes, and they have to be written with concentration.

    Holding the bridle and Sili, the king thinks the teacher, the yin and yang are bright, and he receives Dongqi When I wrote Dongzi, I suddenly remembered, isn¡¯t Long Live God called Dongqi?  She paused, writing directly was disrespectful, not writing would be disobedience to the imperial decree, so she missed a stroke of each according to the usual practice, and submitted it respectfully after finishing writing.

    The emperor tucked the snuff bottle into his sleeve pocket, took the white fold and turned it over to look at it. His strokes were calm and elegant, very much like Mrs. Wei.  I paid special attention to the last two words, then turned my face, and said with some pride, "I'm afraid I won't be able to reward you. Everything else is fine, but the pen is missing at the end, it's a typo."

    So I knelt down and kowtowed to put down my pen, "p; "Master." He said cautiously, "In the past, it was not advisable to bring maids of honor to the Mulan Paddock. This time, the delay was many days. The eunuchs are thick and thin, and the master must be served by careful people. The slave wants to ask the master to show me,  Do you take them with you, so that there is no need for mending, and you won't panic."

    This can be regarded as borrowing the usual wind, the emperor really agreed, Rongshou responded, quietly retreated outside the hall, and asked the sign to go to the store to pick something.

    The other end of Su Yi went back to the guard room, and seeing that there was no one around, he came up to greet him, and said in a low voice, "You and the little prince have a clue?"

    Su Yi blinked his eyes, "There is no clue, I just attended a funeral for their family and talked a few times, so I'm half-baked."

    "I don't dare to come, I just sent someone to ask you." Nazhen said and looked at her sideways, "Master, what's the matter today? I found that you are doing well. Weidao called from Shangyi Bureau to Yuqian,  Could it be that the master also has something to say?"

    "Just kidding." She laughed, "You don't know I'm such a good idea?"

    Unexpectedly, this remark failed to hold its ground. After a while, the person in the respect room brought a brocade box, which contained a pair of shiny green bracelets and a pair of enamel-wrapped ruby ??earrings.

    "Hey" Na Zhen looked at her with a half-smile.

    Su Yi couldn't hold back anymore, and sneered, "Master is worthy of being the emperor, so he just showed off a few words for his generosity, and deserves to reward me like this Sigh, master is so kind, I am grateful to him."

    She was holding the box as if it weighed a thousand catties.  Didn't it mean that missing strokes don't count? Then where did this come from?  Long live God is really incomprehensible, she was faintly afraid.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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