When Ji Han and his men traveled to the Three Kingdoms crew

Chapter 115: Farewell to the teacher and go to find Liu Bei

Zheng Xuan picked up the pen and wrote with great speed. The words he wrote were as black as lacquer and majestic.

As a disciple, Sun Qian served on the side and watched silently.

The name "Xuan De Paper" was told to him by Mi Zhu through a letter.

'Xuan De Paper' looks snow-white, pure and delicate, and has an unusual appearance, but the material used is no different from 'jute paper'.

Even the quality is far inferior to jute paper.

It is susceptible to moisture, insects and breakage.

Of course, compared to Cai Hou paper, 'Xuan De Paper' is undoubtedly an improvement.

In short, 'Xuan De Paper' is the predecessor of 'Jute Paper'.

As for why it is called "Xuan De Paper".
Jian Yong guessed that it must be Mr. Mi Zhu who wanted to sell the paper or to make his master famous.
At this time, Zuo Bo, the real inventor of "Xuan De Paper" in history, raised his head, with ripples of confusion in his eyes.

The companion asked hurriedly: "Mr. Zuo, what happened? Why do you look like that?"

"Nothing happened, don't worry." Zuo Bo slowly lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Why. Why. I always feel that something precious has been taken away?"

"call--"

After writing a few lines of Han Fu, Zheng Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt so refreshed and relaxed both physically and mentally.

Looking at the paper, Zheng Xuan became happier and happier.

However, Zheng Xuan also realized a problem. Gongyou gave him such a precious item for no reason. Was it just to express his gratitude?
If it were in the past, Zheng Xuan would really think so, but now. Even if Gongyou didn't say anything these days, it can be seen that he is thinking about Liu Xuande. In addition, someone sent a letter to Gongyou. Could it be that Liu Xuande wanted to use Gongyou's hand to trick him over?
Just when Zheng Xuan was daydreaming.

Sun Qian spoke up, "Master, these papers were given to me by Mr. Mi. Didn't you say that I had not completed my studies? I wanted to write down all the classics, and I would go to find Lord Liu while I was studying. But the bamboo slips were too heavy to carry, so I wrote to Mr. Mi and asked him if he had seen anything similar to 'Cai Hou Paper'. The bamboo slips were too heavy to carry and study, and 'Cai Hou Paper' was easily damaged."

"As a result, Mr. Mi gave me two piles of paper, one is the one you are holding in your hand, and the other is the one in my arms."

As he was speaking, Sun Qian took out a piece of jute paper from his arms and handed it to Zheng Xuan.

Zheng Xuan took the jute paper and was stunned. It was not because of the good texture of the jute paper, but because the two lines of words on the paper were too eye-catching.

"Don't do evil because it's small, don't do good because it's small."

These fourteen simple words may not be fancy, but they can reveal a person's character.

Zheng Xuan fell silent, his throat was dry, "Gongyou, this word is yours, but this is definitely not something you can say. Who said this?"

Sun Qian opened his mouth slowly and uttered a few words.

"The governor of Jincheng, Liu Bei Liu Xuande."

"Liu Xuande"

Zheng Xuan chewed a few words in his mouth. For some reason, when he heard this answer, he didn't feel much of a ripple in his heart. It seemed that this was how it should be, and it was Liu Xuande who should have done it.

The original speculation has now turned into an invisible slap, slapping him in the face.

Zheng Xuan lowered his head in shame, wondering if it was true that he made the chair for his mother.
"Master." Sun Qian continued, "Actually, the texture of this 'Xuan De Paper' is not as good as that of jute paper. I still have a few sheets left. Would you like to try it?"

"Ah," Zheng Xuan shook his head and sighed, "I won't try anymore. I won't try anymore."

"Oh." Sun Qian stuffed the jute paper back into his arms. "Master, Mr. Mi, although he didn't say it explicitly, I think he wanted to sell the 'Xuan De Paper' to the nobles."

Zheng Xuan recovered and nodded to Sun Qian's remarks, saying in approval, "Gong You is right. Even I am happy to see this paper. If it is sold to the nobles, I'm sure they will snap it up."

"Master, I have another guess. Do you think it is Mr. Mi who wants to make the Lord famous--" Hearing Sun Qian's words, Zheng Xuan felt a headache. He waved his hands quickly, "Stop, Gongyou, why are you saying everything to me? Maybe it is really Lord Liu who wants to benefit the people? You see, there are exquisite 'Xuan De Paper' and ordinary 'Jute Paper'. The former is expensive and the latter is cheap. In the future, as long as you want to study, no matter you are from the noble family or the poor family, you will have your own choice. You don't have to pursue expensive bamboo slips. Gongyou, this is a great kindness!"

"No, Master, you didn't mean that last time." Sun Qian was stunned, "I remember you said -"

"Shut up! You remembered it wrong!" Zheng Xuan shouted loudly, regardless of his celebrity demeanor.

"Teacher, are you demonstrating how to be angry and frustrated?"

Seeing Zheng Xuan's expression as if he wanted to eat someone, with his eyes wide open in anger, even Fan Kuai, who ate raw pork, would feel inferior to him, right?

Out of respect for his teacher, Sun Qian shut his mouth very sincerely.

Zheng Xuan, whose true identity was exposed, looked slightly tipsy. He straightened his clothes and cleared his throat, "Gongyou, don't tell others everything. It's not good to do so. It can easily cause trouble."

"Teacher, you are not an outsider. I respect you as much as I respect my father. Is there anything a son cannot tell his father?"

"You, you."

Zheng Xuan shook his head helplessly, but seeing Sun Qian's serious look, he couldn't get angry at all, and even his tone became softer.

"Gongyou, tell me, what is the purpose of your visit this time?"

"Teacher, I want to go to Lord Liu."

Sun Qian's answer did not surprise Zheng Xuan.

This time Zheng Xuan did not object strongly.
"Gongyou, your studies."

Sun Qian took out the jute paper. The handwriting on it was a bit messy, but it was still clearly visible. It was a classic paragraph.

Sun Qian replied: "Master, I can learn and work at the same time."

Zheng Xuan spoke again, "It's a long way to go."

Sun Qian rolled up his sleeves, revealing his barely muscular body, "Master, I have wrestling skills. If things don't work out, I can still run away."

No matter what Zheng Xuan asked, Sun Qian had an answer.

"Forget it." Zheng Xuan shook his head. "Gongyou, since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you."

"Thank you for your help, Master." Sun Qian bowed to Zheng Xuan, "Qian, I bid you farewell here. If you like 'Xuan De Paper', Qian will ask someone to send it to your house every month."

"No, paper is secondary. Gongyou's safety is all that matters. There's no need to create conflicts with others over paper."

"promise."

Sun Qian bowed again and left the room.

"Kang Dang"

The door was closed by Sun Qian.

Sun Qian's figure completely disappeared from Zheng Xuan's sight, and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

"pat"

Zheng Xuan seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He fell into a chair, closed his eyes, and felt a little lost. He murmured, "If I could not abandon the students of Gaomi, I would really like to go and see Liu Xuande. What a pity."

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