Qingchuan History

Chapter 225

At Haishi, the two stepped into the gate of Turning the Lantern Hall.

It should have been at least half an hour.she thinks.And walked very fast, the whole process did not stop.Fortunately, she is also a person who can walk.

And he was in a bad mood.

She was sure he was in a bad mood, but she didn't know what it was about.

Pretentious suit?After so many years, even if I don’t like it, I’m already used to it.

Taking advantage of Chunfeng's temper and sadness?Whether to use it or not, Chunfeng has this temperament, and is sad, so use it as you like.she sighed.And didn't he prepare to use Chunfeng early in the morning?That's why I let myself go to Linghua Hall to be a lobbyist last night.

So, even though I made up my mind and made a move, I still feel sorry?

Maybe a little.

But of course there are other things.

He was gloomy all the way, gloomy like the long wind in late autumn night hushing the undercurrents of the blue lake.She rarely sees him like this.Even if Leng Gong interrogated Ah Xie and picked him up from Qingyan Pavilion back to Zhexue Hall that day and night, he was more troubled than depressed over the question of whether to use his sincerity.

But at this moment, in the depression, there is clearly some hatred, anger, and ruthlessness.

It reminded her of the atmosphere in the main hall that turned the tide on that prosperous autumn afternoon.He, Gu Chunyue and the three of them sat around and chatted about the big flower perfume orchid.

it is this?
Chunfeng's hatred today is also this?Just because Ah Ji was expelled from the palace, she would not react like this.And she said that she died for her father.

in the case of.Who did the big-flowered orchid kill?

"Shangguan, are you still alive?"

In the imperial study room, at the ebony desk, Gu Xinglang spread out a piece of clean rice paper, picked up the pen, and found that there was no ink available.

"Can you study ink?" He didn't answer her question, but asked a completely irrelevant question.

Ruan Xueyin was startled: "No."

Gu Xinglang raised his eyebrows: "You don't write in Pengxi Mountain?"

With just these three people, it's impossible for Mrs. Ji Ji to study ink?

"She studies." Ruan Xueyin said frankly, "Jingting Song."

Bookshelves are tidied up, things are tidied up, ink is also grinded?

"Then what are you doing?"

"I do all the physical work."

Gu Xinglang was dumbfounded: "What?"

"Before she went up to the mountain at the age of five, the family that adopted her treated her poorly. They asked her to chop wood, fetch water, wash clothes, and move things. She said she didn't want to do these things in her life. I just don't like doing too small things Things like tidying up, sewing, grinding ink, etc., are still those jobs that are directly contributed. So we have a clear division of labor."

"You mean, you are responsible for chopping firewood, fetching water, washing clothes and moving things?"

"Ah."

Gu Xinglang had a look of disbelief, subconsciously looked at those snow-white hands, and unconsciously recalled the feeling of holding them in the palms yesterday, and swallowed, "You don't look like someone who does these things."

Ruan Xueyin was about to refute, when she raised her eyes and saw him staring at her hands, she realized, "The teacher was afraid that we would hurt our hands during our daily work, so he made a lot of skin-moisturizing balm and asked us to apply it whenever we have time, even when reading and class. She stretched her ten fingers and looked down, thinking it was okay,

"Jing Tingge is still cleaning the dishes. Her hands are also very good. In fact, if you really have to calculate, there is not much to do, so you won't hurt your hands."

"Master Ji Ji is very concerned about managing your appearance." His heart moved slightly, and he was confused, "What about the food? Who will do it?"

"It's a teacher." Ruan Xueyin replied, as if she couldn't figure it out, her expression was a little—

cute.Gu Xinglang thought.

"It's strange to say, except for taking care of it," she paused, remembering that she had already exposed the fact that there was a medicine garden in Pengxi Mountain when she confronted Ah Xie in Lenggong, and Gu Xinglang also knew that she had a box of bottles—

So I didn’t change my words, and continued: “Managing the medicine garden and pharmacy, the teacher doesn’t like to do most of the daily affairs, but likes to cook. Before I go down the mountain this year, the teacher will still prepare three meals a day, so I and Even Jing Ting Ge can't cook."

"Is it tasty?"

"How should I put it?" She thought for a moment, "Some tastes are not necessarily good, but habits. Because of habits, you will feel that other tastes are not as good as it, and it will become better over time. It may even be the best."

Gu Xinglang was silent for a moment.

"People call you Xiaoxue, but you call them Jing Tingge?"

Ruan Xueyin was taken aback, feeling quite speechless: "She seldom called that. It should have been 15 years."

Gu Xinglang raised his eyebrows again: "How long have you known each other?"

"15."

Obviously there is a story.But right now, he doesn't have much interest in listening to the story, he just sighs sincerely: "Xiaoxue is also called by someone."

This seems to be unfinished, and it is also very inexplicable.Ruan Xueyin turned her head to look at him: "What?"

Someone called Xiaoxue too, so what should I call you?

He coughed dryly, and put an end to his sudden thoughts, "It's nothing." He glanced at the inkstone on the case again, "Without ink, you can't write, and you can't come up with questions. Don't you try?"

Ruan Xueyin also went to look at the inkstone, "You don't know how, either?"

Gu Xinglang stared at her heavily for a moment, only to say "presumptuous" before he could say it, and was stopped halfway by his heart full of softness.

Ruan Xueyin came to her senses, feeling a little embarrassed, "Why don't Master Diyan come in to grind?"

Gu Xinglang didn't answer, and grabbed the inkstone in front of him with a dark face, "The ink ingots are on the far right of the bookshelf, the fourth floor from bottom to top."

Ruan Xueyin didn't dare to argue any more, she went to the bookshelf to look for the ink ingots, and after confirming that they were correct, she came back with a box of five ink ingots in her arms.

"Take the shape of that,"

Ruan Xueyin opened the lid of the box and looked down. There was no gui shape, only one that seemed to have been used a few times, maybe it was a gui shape before?

"There is a dragon in the middle, and there are cloud patterns of Ruyi's head on the top and bottom." Gu Xinglang added after listening to her silence for a while.

That's it.Ruan Xueyin took out the ingot of ink, "Put it on?" She glanced at the inkstone, and at some point a little water had been added to it.

Gu Xinglang reached out to pick it up, his eyes were cold.

Asking His Majesty Qi Jun to study the ink by herself, she knew she was wrong, so she handed it over carefully, not daring to make any more mistakes.I saw him holding the ink and pushing gently, slowly making circles, the tiredness between his brows was still there, but his posture was as good-looking as ever.

She stared at it for a while, and finally realized something was wrong:

"You grind ink with your right hand?"

Without raising his head, Gu Xinglang stared at the ink slowly oozing from the contact area between the ink ingot and the inkstone. It had just begun, and the color was very pale. "Is there a problem?"

"No, just, it takes a long time to study ink, and the hand holding the ink ingot is easy to get sore. It seems that the hand that doesn't write is usually used. Jing Tingge uses the left hand."

Gu Xinglang finally raised his head and glanced at her halfway, "Occasionally, it doesn't matter." He lowered his head to condense the ink, his hand still moving the ink in a circle, "Do you think I can grind ink normally?"

Ruan Xueyin laughed dryly, "Your Majesty doesn't practice on weekdays, but when he needs to use it, he has excellent skills. His concubine admires him."

Gu Xinglang was already grinding to the point of reluctance, so he raised his head and glanced at her when he heard the words, "I don't have much skill in grinding ink and making circles, but I have to be calm and steady. People who write all year round have steady hands, and they probably know how to do it. It can be polished." Saying this, he suddenly remembered something, "Your handwriting is so ugly, I think you seldom pick up the pen, and you really can't grind the ink."

Ruan Xueyin seldom picks up a pen and doesn't like to write, these are the truth.but--

"Is it ugly?" She lacked confidence. After thinking about it, the homework handed in recently was only about a hundred words, and she divided it seven times——

She was able to write with patience when she had few words, and she knew that Gu Xinglang was good at handwriting, so she wrote very carefully to avoid too much embarrassment.

The result is, is it still ugly?

Not so.

"It's ugly," he said. "It seems to be better the last few times. Have you practiced?"

of course not.In order not to lose face with you, I practice calligraphy?It's not bad to write two strokes seriously.

"Except for the last few times, you haven't seen my handwriting, have you?"

"Why not." He still lowered his head, focused on his expression, and kept walking in circles.

So lovely.she thought.

"When you asked me for Yuehua Terrace, didn't you write four pages of papers eloquently? The first page was okay, but the strokes started to be wrong in the middle of the second page, and the third page was already uneven. By the fourth page , " He curled his lips unconsciously.

Ruan Xueyin really didn't know that a man who curled his lips could be so good-looking, good-looking and youthful.God can't tolerate it.

"The fourth page is simply a ghost painting talisman. You really underestimated your own strength when you said that the water book is like a ghost painting talisman."

Ruan Xueyin was speechless, choked on the spot for a while and said, "It's not possible."

Gu Xinglang stopped, looked up at her, "Do you want to appreciate it again? It's also on the bookshelf. I'll get it for you?"

"you--"

Is this man really sick?It looks ugly like this four pages, keep it?

"Save it for this kind of time. The evidence is solid." She didn't make a sound, and he connected again.

Ruan Xueyin was completely speechless, and had nothing to say except her admiration.But Gu Xinglang didn't just stop.

He stopped.

"I'm tired. You come."

I won't.Ruan Xueyin stared at him, her face was so magnanimous again that there was no need to speak out.

"It's not difficult after all. Just keep your hands steady." He glanced at the inkstone and ink ingot, "Hurry up. It will stick after a long time."

He stepped back.

There was nothing she could do, so she moved over slowly, took the ink stick and began to circle.

"Slanted." After walking around a few times, he began to criticize.

Ruan Xueyin ignored him, continued to turn her hands, and Mo continued to walk.

Gu Xinglang couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his hand to correct, "The ink needs to be straight. What is fairness?" He was on her right, and what he stretched out was his left hand. Right now, he rested on her right hand, and with a little force, straightened the ink ingot, "Remember this feeling. It's called Pingzheng."

If he hadn't held her hand yesterday, she would have quit right now.

And why can it be tolerated after pulling it?She didn't have time to think about this question, her mind was buzzing.

Her mind was buzzing, causing her to fail to remember the smooth feel.Not long after Gu Xinglang withdrew his hand, he must have tilted again.

should be.

Because he suddenly circled behind her.

He walked around behind her, just a short distance away, and lightly held the ink ingot with his right hand, which also held her hand, "Hold the ink flat and completely perpendicular to the surface of the inkstone, press hard and turn gently. The circle must be light and slow, The speed and strength must be even, not light and heavy at times, and neither fast nor slow."

His voice was just over the right earlobe.

"Use less water to grind ink than to use too much. When it is thickened, add more water." While speaking, he took the small copper spoon on the ebony table with his left hand, scooped a spoon from the sapphire water, and slowly added it to the inkstone. a drop.

After a while, another drop, the right hand turned the ink without stopping.

Standing behind her, he was grinding ink with his right hand and adding water with his left hand, and he surrounded her in front of him.

between him and the narrow gap of the ebony desk.

The buzzing in Ruan Xueyin's head became louder and gradually turned into a roar.

The night was deep and silent.

The November wind was kept out by the closed doors and windows.

The gui-shaped ink ingot exudes a faint fragrance in the overlapping hands of the two, like white sandalwood?

White sandalwood is blended in this ingot.She thought in a daze.I heard that in the past, some kings used hibiscus juice flavoring powder as imperial ink, and named it Longxiangji.

It should still smell better than white sandalwood.she concluded.The roar in his head was even worse.Gradually, breathing became less smooth.

Gu Xinglang did not smell the smell of white sandalwood.

He was enveloped in the scent of orange blossom.

The freshness and fragrance from early summer or even earlier seasons will come across the long midsummer and eventful autumn, and they will come together, full of warmth and fragrance.

　It was Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty who used the flavoring powder of hibiscus flower juice as imperial ink.Also known as Longquanji or Longxiang Yumo. ||In addition, it seems that some of the baby readers will take the college entrance examination tomorrow, and I am sure that only Qingfeng baby, I wish you all wishes come true 2333
　　
　
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