Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 273 272. Emperor Art

Liu Ding is really smart.

After Li Zhen waved, he left.

And these soldiers are still guarding here, and there is no business in the morning.

First day of business...

Being obsessed by this dog emperor for a long time.

Can you open the meeting in the afternoon?

He curled his lips a little annoyed.

After closing the door, he quickly came to the main hall with the tray.

Uncover the red cloth covering...

Disappointed.

Paper looks fine.

But the problem is that people who have seen the paper of later generations really don't think the so-called Huaizhou paper is so good.

What about ink?

He sniffed.

Ordinary pine smoke ink.

It seems that I have not been willing to add spices. The smell in the pine smoke tung oil was very pungent. After the Song Dynasty, the formula was improved and various medicinal materials were added to make the ink fragrance last for a long time.

As for the current piece of pine smoke ink, in his opinion... the workmanship is quite rough.

Pen……

I guess the pen holder is worth a little more.

It looks like lobular red sandalwood.

But the problem is that in the previous life, Pindao didn't know how many strings of beads full of stars...

Rubbish.

Inkstone...a piece of broken stone, without any inscription or design.

Not even the most attractive lines on the inkstone.

At most it is smoother.

Although the shape is natural, this thing is only a minority. Is it possible that when I write, I have to tell people the origin of my inkstone?
So, after summing it up... the original excitement was gone.

That's it.

He lost interest, put pen, ink and inkstone on the rice paper, and returned to the room with the tray.

I went to the kitchen to have a meal first, then went back to the house, opened the box, and started copying the "Huang Ting Jing".

For the sake of good lighting, the east wing room is a desk when you enter the door.

It was snowing and the sky was dim.

He deliberately opened the door, finished the ink, picked up the so-called "Lianhu pen", dipped it, and started copying the scroll.

Snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Soon, the path in the courtyard that was cleared by Li Zhen was covered again.

From time to time, naughty wind and snow blow into the wing.

Taoist priests copied and chanted sutras in the wind and snow.

Taoism is natural.

……

The gate of the beast pen.

noon.

Civil and military officials came out from the door.

And when Long Yu came to the door, Yang Guang, who was sitting in the room and leaning against the concubine's arms, saw Yang Tong with a layer of snow on his shoulders through the window, and signaled for someone to take him into the car.

"Grandson pays respects to grandfather."

"Well, how?"

Eating a bunch of grapes that he got from no one knows where, Yang Guang asked casually:
"Can anyone see it?"

"Go back to grandfather, I saw it...just..."

Speaking of this, Yang Tong hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Grandson specially took the third master and the young guard there, for fear that the audience would be inaccurate. But after watching the Taoist priest, I just felt that... this Taoist priest was a little too eager to face money, fame and fortune. I asked the third master again, and the third master It is said that this person is flattering, and he is a villain. I was disappointed, so I didn't stay any longer, and left directly."

"Oh?"

Yang Guang had some surprise on his face, first he opened the curtain of Long Mou's window, and glanced at the closed door of Chunyou Club...

He naturally believed in Yang Tong.

He didn't even bother to ask any more questions. After looking away, he looked at the gloomy grandson and said patiently:
"People in this world are like this. They know people and faces but don't know their hearts. What the three masters said is right. Although the words are good, if a person is touched by money, he is not a wise person. In the future, he should stay away, understand? "

"Grandson knows, remember grandfather's teachings. It's just..."

Thinking of this, Yang Tong hesitated, and asked:

"Then why... Li Shilang loves this place? Grandson... grandson thinks... Li Shilang... doesn't look like a person who is greedy for money..."

"..."

Yang Guang naturally understood what his grandson meant.

However, here, there is a difference between him and Empress Xiao's way of pampering.

If Empress Xiao came here again, she would not care why Li Shilang came here, but would focus on dispelling Yang Tong's thoughts.

But what about Yang Guang...

Looking at the lost appearance of his grandson, the emotions of the next generation are overflowing, and he said directly:
"Maybe it's just being deceived. After all, this word is a good word."

"!!"

Yang Tong raised his head suddenly.

Blinded?

"Grandpa means Li He... Li Shilang doesn't know the real face of this person?"

"Not necessarily."

Yang Guang smiled.

"Dong'er, Li Shilang's intelligence is not weaker than anyone else in the world. She may not be unable to see it. But, so what if you can see it? What do you think if this person's good handwriting is used to copy some rare books?"

"Nature is excellent."

"That's it. Li Shilang supervised the world for his grandfather, and people's hearts are worthy of their own weight. She likes to read, and she can't put it down. There are many ancient books in the house. If you can copy them down, the good handwriting is naturally pleasing to the eye. People, even if So what if it’s been marinated a little? The value of this person’s use lies in this handwriting. The most important thing is to put him in the right place and use him for the ruler, the selection of ministers and talents. You can tell if you don’t like it in your heart He, but as long as he is of use value to you, then he will naturally continue to use it until his use value is drained by you. This is the way of power, understand?"

Hearing this, Yang Tong was stunned...

It dawned on me.

"Grandson understands, and he must remember his grandfather's teaching... Sigh."

"Why are you sighing again?"

"If not for the grandfather's refusal, my grandson would really like to listen day and night. But when I think about staying in Dongdu again this time..."

"Hahaha~"

Feeling his grandson's reluctance to part, Yang Guang laughed happily again.

……

"Daozhang, so-and-so is here."

"Ah! Brother Shubao!"

Hearing this, Li Zhen, who was transcribing the scriptures, rushed out to meet him.

Then I was taken aback.

The armor on Qin Qiong's body has not yet faded.

"Brother Shubao... Didn't you say that you have been resting for the next year? Why..."

"The Daoist doesn't know something."

Taking off the helmet, Qin Qiong sat at the table, took the teacup from Li Zhen and shook her head:

"The Liangzhou army escorted Long Huoxi here. The general is short of manpower, so someone was ordered to settle them down. It started yesterday and continued until today. After all the salaries and festival fees that should be paid have been paid out, this has just ended."

"I see……"

After Li Zhen nodded to express his understanding, Qin Qiong looked around and asked curiously:

"Where is Liu Ding?"

"The road is closed in the morning, so I didn't come here. Maybe in the afternoon~"

"Road closure?"

Qin Qiong was taken aback for a moment...then guessed something, nodded, and drank the tea in one gulp.

"Ugh……"

"Brother Shubao, why are you sighing?"

"This year... I'm afraid I'm going to be busy again."

"Why?"

"The Taoist leader didn't know something. When he was in the middle of the army, he heard what his comrades said. In the past few days, there have been more and more people from various schools and families in the city. Although there is no fight on the surface, there are conflicts in the dark. The signs of an outbreak, everyone is having a headache. Today, the general told me that I may have to return to the barracks at any time to maintain order... hey."

"……What?"

Hearing Qin Qiong's words, Li Zhen was taken aback:
"Brother Shubao, what family did you just say...?"

Qin Qiong showed helplessness and sighed:
"The old sect in the pre-Qin period, a hundred schools of thought."

"..."

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