A Layman in the Qin Dynasty

The silk cloth pondered

In front of him, the handwriting of the exchange that only he can see floats slowly for him to choose blame.

After thinking about it, I took the lead in mixing bamboo for paper making.

First of all, this thing has the greatest attraction to scholars, and it should be famous all over the world. How can it be done without the praise of scholars

The existence of this thing can directly let all scholars in the world know themselves, and then they can use paper to root themselves, so that fame will not come out?

I just don't know if this can harvest a wave of luck value.

The probability of the value meter is very low. If you want to get the luck value, you must contact it yourself. It seems that this tricky method will not work, but it is okay to try it.

After thinking about it, he smiled and threw it behind his head. At the same time, he began to write down on the silk cloth how to make paper with bamboo.

There is also some investment in time.

The whole step is not complicated, but there are dozens of processes, and it is time-consuming to draw and write with a brush

The most important thing is that the play music will be presented tomorrow, and the handwriting should not be too sloppy.

Coupled with the complexity of the ancient slaughter, it is maddening.

At this time, Xiao Ran-Zhen Weifeng brushed the book, and the candle blew out, causing Zhao Qixie's pen to pause for a moment, and a drop of ink fell on the donation. Zong's silk cloth is contaminated

At the same time, a golden-red fire filling appeared in the sky, and the bright brilliance dispelled the darkness in the house. At the same time, Zhang Roumei's pretty face, which was close to the demon, also entered Qi Qixie's line of sight.

"What are you busy with? Don't look for others when you come back. Are you tired of playing and don't want me anymore?"

Yan Lingji twisted her slender waist, walked to Zhao Qixie's side in small steps, made the plate, and supported the fair and delicate jade with one hand. With Zhao Qixie, at the same time

The other-Mao lightly scatters the flame, and immediately and accurately falls on the four-dimensional oil lamp.

Dan was Zhao Ranxie looking at the discarded silk cloth with some desire and no frustration, and said helplessly, "You can't knock on the door."

"I just like to sneak in so that no one knows."

Yan Lingji bowed her body, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and stroked Zhao Ranxie's cell lightly, her beautiful eyes moved slightly. With Zhao Qixie.

The whole figure presents an elegant arc, like a crossbow, which needs to be drawn up.

perfect little

The spleen moved slightly, the blue silk slowly slipped, and the hand was gently lifted, seducing a different style

Don't make trouble with the king. "

Zhao Qixie could tell the difference between the seriousness and the seriousness. He lightly touched the head of Yan Lingyuan, interrupting the goblin, looking at the discarded silk cloth, and then handed it to Yanlingji and said, "Burning."

"I'm doing the right thing, isn't it?"

Yan Lingji stood up slightly, her beautiful eyes were white - Zhao Yuxie, who had serious eyes, said with a light snort, then she seemed to be a little curious about what Zhao Qixie was doing, and reached out to take the silk cloth that Zhao Qixie had Yao burn. Opened it and looked at it, although the above

With a drop of ink turned into a living point, the general content can still be seen.

Bamboo? What are you going to do with bamboo?"

Yan Lingji looked at it, Taizhi (De Nuofu) could see that it was made of bamboo, but the steps were a bit complicated, and she looked at Zhao Qixie in confusion and said curiously.

Something enough to make you make a wish.

Zhao Qixie explained softly while writing.

In this era, if Zhao Qixie really used this thing to find a king of the whole country to exchange it, he would definitely be able to exchange it, of course, the premise was that he could keep this thing.

"Original hope?"

Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, looking at Zhao Qixie, who was writing in recognition of Anthracene.

But I also understand that what Zhao Qixie has to do is very important.

Yan Lingji no longer messed around, sitting next to Zhao Qixie, grinding ink for Zhao Qixie, sitting quietly beside him, watching him.

It was a quiet night.

The lights were also almost bright until dawn. ,,Festival

Chapter [-] Entering the Temple

In the early morning of the next day, the celestial costume was bright, and a carriage engraved with quaint lines was parked at the gate of Zhao Qixie's post office. It seemed that Ping was waiting for Zhao Qixie. After a while, Zhao Qixiecai

Holding a box, he slowly knocked it out.

"Sir, Master Zhao ordered me to wait to pick you up into the palace.

The bodyguard carrying the carriage respectfully saluted Zhao Qixie and called softly.

"Got it, let's go.

Zhao Qixie snorted and waved his hand lazily, without using any skills, he jumped into the carriage, and then walked into the carriage, closed his eyes and rested.

Mi Tian was busy all night, and almost lost his hand in writing.

This writing is more painful than holding a sword.

With his almost perfect cultivation, he could hardly write the tens of thousands of words in a brush, and Wang Junzhi almost couldn't hold a great pen, and even at the end of the writing, his hand was a little bulging.It can be seen that this calligraphy is terrible

Make Zhao Qixie feel that he has been abolished