Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Fortunately, what was in Li Xin's body was a soul from a later life. Later generations are known as "information explosion" and "entertainment to death", and Li Xin is fascinated by it, and naturally his mind is active. So he soon thought of a very interesting game: Mahjong.

Well, this thing really has nothing to do with future generations. However, Li Xin couldn't help it. He wanted to pull Chen Youlan and Chen Xinheng into the dark, but he didn't have a mobile phone or a computer. Therefore, we can only play this traditional project.

There have always been a few carpenters, blacksmiths, and the like in the Prince of Chu's mansion, just to guard against the prince of their family who always has strange ideas, and he can quickly explain it if there is any inspiration. No, they will come to work today.

According to Li Xin's instructions, but the tea time, the servant sent a large pot of small wooden blocks of uniform size. Li Xin picked up a piece of it and looked at it in his hand. It was the right size. The cut surface and edges were simply polished, and it was fairly smooth when it started.

"What are you doing with so much wood?" Chen Xinheng asked strangely.

Li Xin was too lazy to explain, and said, "Just leave it alone, anyway, you'll have to play in a while." After that, he pulled Runniang into the study.

Chen Xinheng and Chen Youlan looked at each other, shrugged, and immediately laughed together. Because they suddenly realized that they all learned the action of shrugging from Li Xin. It feels quite amazing.

After Li Xin pulled Runniang into the house, she asked Runniang to adjust the red, green and blue paints for herself. He took out a thin-tip brush, dipped it in the paint, and started painting on the wooden block.

For one thing, Li Xin is not a master of art either. Secondly, after all, this is a mahjong that he prepared to play with his own people, so Li Xin didn't paint it with great care. Compared with the exquisitely made mahjong of later generations, the mahjong in his hand can be said to be simple to a certain level.

In a tube of others, the big round cake in the middle is colorful, with complicated patterns. But Li Xin's tube, ha ha, is a big red dot, you can't see it.

People’s Yaoji, the golden pheasant in the middle is vividly painted, but when I get to Li Xin, there is a bald chicken. Let’s go! Don't be dissatisfied. I didn't draw you the simplest bar to represent "one", but at least kept the shape of "chicken". This is a correct attitude. Don't ask too much?

When I was in the dormitory of the university, there was a set of mahjong tiles in Li Xin's dormitory. The brothers in the same dormitory would occasionally play a few laps, betting on who would get the takeaway, who would have lunch or something. Therefore, Li Xin is quite familiar with Mahjong and is quite good at it. Back then, he was a well-known general at their level.

Not long after, a simple but complete, highly completed wooden mahjong tile was born in the study of Li Xin, the king of Chu in the Tang Dynasty.

Li Xin looked at the hundred or so mahjongs lying in front of him, colorful and full of achievements. He puffed up his cheeks and dried the still wet paint on the cards. Then he put the mahjong tiles into the basin just now, and walked out of the study holding the basin.

Chen Youlan, Chen Xinheng, and Xiaoling were sitting in the same place and joking. When Li Xin came back, Chen Youlan complained a little: "Why are you so slow?"

Li Xin smiled apologetically, then raised his eyebrows again, believing himself: "It's the so-called slow work and meticulous work. This stuff is addictive for every guest official to play once."

When Chen Xinheng heard this, he subconsciously looked at Chen Youlan, and both of them were in interest.

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