Chapter 12 There is no ink grass in the abdomen

It's so hard! The power outage makes me want to cry. It's so hot weather!

With Qin Hu's instructions, the paper kites were ground by hand every morning, but Qin Shubao did not smell the motivation of chicken dancing at all, and the ink dried up, and Qin Shubao did not see Qin Shubao's pen stained with ink.

The paper kite is ground as usual, and the top ink block in Huizhou is fine in the lotus leaf-shaped end inkstone, and a pool of thick ink is also formed in the bright red lotus leaves.

Huizhou's top-quality ink block is delicate and undistible, and the ground ink is written round and smooth. In addition to this point, the pavilions carved on the ink block are extremely fine in the distant mountains and near water. Many literati are proud of collecting fine ink.

The sacred product in the eyes of literati can only lie quietly in Duan inkstone, in addition to waiting, but also waiting.

When the paper kite heard a noise behind him, he turned his head and found that Qin Shubao came with messy hair, and the excrement in the corners of his eyes hung yellow in the corners of his eyes.

Didn't he say that he was not allowed to wake him up without waiting for three poles? Why is he up again now?

Qin Shubao didn't know what Zhiyuan was thinking. He cut it and squinted and said, "Paper Yuan, go and ask Mo Xiang to bring me some water. I want to wash it."

Paper Yuan's eyes moved to the desk with Qin Shubao. Qin Shubao did not hear the footsteps of leaving. He looked up and smiled and said, "Grandpa, I've been pressing hard these two days. It's easy to learn."

Paper kite couldn't help sighing in her heart, stepping out her cyan embroidered shoes, and she couldn't see or upset.

Biting Jin Sinan's pen, which doesn't know the geometry of value, Qin Shubao thought about what to write today, but a few Tang poems and Song poems came to his mind, which were Wu Yun and Yongxue.

Plagiarism is not good! On that day, I met a few talented poor talents and used some silver to buy a few poems to dress up scenes.

There is Qin Shubao's humiliating voice in the study. If it is heard by some attentive reader, it will definitely cause all the readers in Bianliang City to be criticized and attract thousands of pounds of saliva!

"Young master, you are talking nonsense again!"

The colorful skirt took the lead over the threshold, and the embroidered shoes with pompom landed softly. Mo Xiang looked at Qin Shubao with a copper basin and smiled, with a little love in her eyes.

"No talent is mediocrity! Young master, I don't say that there is no ink in my chest, but the ink in my stomach is not enough to write a poem. As the saying goes, if you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, you can also recite poems if you don't know how to write poems! How can you sit with those famous men if you don't buy some amazing words?

For Qin Shubao's little touching action, Mo Xiang used to be secretly annoyed and lamented, but at this moment, he let Qin Shubao be presumptuous. Instead of being dissatisfied, he had a little sweetness.

"Young master, it's time to wash up!" Duan Yan held a tray with a celadon lid bowl on the plate and a small bowl with coarse salt in the bowl.

"Wow..."

Su Hao leaned against the door and exhaled, holding a red paint food box in his hand. His little face was full of anger, and his eyes looked fiercely at Duan inkstone, which was almost 'lightly loaded'.

Qin Shubao smelled his nose, licked his lower lip slightly, and said, "Assorted rolls, dog ignores steamed buns, and Mo Xiang personally ground soy milk."

Mo Xiang blushed and nodded. In the past, Qin Shubao's morning also had soy milk ground by herself, but at this moment, it was a different taste.

Duan Yan was slightly jealous and said, "Young master, your nose is more sensitive than mine!"

Gently pinched Duan Yan's round face. Qin Shubao smiled and said, "Isn't he afraid of fattening you? When you are too fat to walk, who will you ask to compensate?

Duan Yan slightly wrinkled his nose, expressed dissatisfaction with Qin Shubao, and straightened his chest to Qin Shubao, which was suspected of proving his innocence.

Qin Shubao laughed, picked up a pinch of coarse salt from the bowl, rubbed his fingers along the gums several times, drank half a bowl of water in the covered bowl, and rinsed his mouth. After rinsing her mouth, Mo Xiang handed over a tweed sweat towel, and the time was just right.

Sitting on the chair, Mo Xiang gently combed Qin Shubao's hair with an ivory comb, while Qin Shubao enjoyed the snacks clipped by the inkstone.

However, after Duan Yan put one or two pieces of snacks for Qin Shubao, he would pick up a piece of snacks and bite them carefully, and Su Hao secretly swallowed his saliva with a look of envy.

When Duan Yan saw Su Hao's promising expression, he was always pitiful. He handed the snacks in his hand to Su Hao, opened his mouth and bit him, but Duan Yan quickly pulled back his hand and made Su Hao look at each other.

After eating breakfast, Qin Shubao walked a few steps quickly and picked up a small hero on the pen holder. He was energetic and thought like a spring. The pen swept over the ink and added some new ideas to the edge of the lotus leaf.

Pen walk the dragon and snake, walk through the clouds and run smoothly, and it will be done in one go!

The paper kite snorted coldly, and a muddy look appeared on his face. Mo Xiang squeezed her mouth and looked complicated and refused to speak.

"What a picture of birds and phoenixes!"

Duan Yan shouted but was rewarded with a faint ink on Qin Shubao's face, "The flattery hit the horse's leg!"

"Young master, are you drawing a chicken?" Su Mo turned her head and asked, with no impurities in her eyes, with her childlike innocence of different ages.

"Ha ha, I still know my young master! A few simple strokes, it's good to become a chicken! Return the phoenix? The hairy phoenix is better than my chicken.

Qin Shubao touched Suhao's head and shook it a few times. The hair ornaments on Suhao's head were messy, and his combed hair were all messed up.

Duan Yan laughed without any image. Mo Xiang couldn't bear to laugh when she saw her plain hair. She covered her mouth and smiled softly. Zhiyuan saw Duan Yan's tears flowing down with ink, like a big-faced cat, and a sink in the corners of her mouth.

"You still look good when you smile!"

Paper kite suddenly woke up, did not care about Qin Shubao's praise, stingy hid dimples that were not easily revealed, and looked at Qin Shubao with a straight face.

Duan Yan felt the flow of water stains on his face. When he touched it with his hand, his eyes bulged and shouted, and he jumped to wash his face.

Qin Shubao helped her avenge the arrow of what she had just eaten.

"Young master, does this painting have a name?" Su Hao looked at the chaos on the rice paper and asked.

Qin Shubao couldn't help but laugh. This graffiti is just a handy work, and even the painting style of a ten-year-old child is not as good as that. Why did he come to enter the room?

"Young master, every painting has a name. Give it a name!"

Paper kite originally hated Qin Shubao's waste of pen and ink, and when he heard Su Hao's request to name this handy graffiti, he couldn't help saying coldly: "All famous paintings are the hands of everyone. They have been refined by thousands of hammers. Every trace of flaws are cut into different pieces of paper. How can they be so unbearable?"

"What if those 'everyone' did not have the previous drawings? It's not necessarily perfect, isn't it?"

"Hmm! Many mediocre people pick up the waste manuscripts of everyone's works. When they become young works, it can be seen that this practice is extremely stupid! Before the famous artist, the bones of the painting are not obvious. Although there are manuscripts, they are youthful, but if you look carefully, you will definitely find the bones in the painting!"

"Drawing pictures is not a day's work! If you want to achieve something, you must never leave your pen! How can you make such a good work into a grand hall? There is no ink grass in the womb!"

Qin Shubao's face turned gloomy, and his eyes stared at Zhiyuan's calm face. Mo Xiang and the three of them were silent and dared not speak.

The maid has the rules of maids. Although Qin Shubao likes to make fun of laughter, the master does not like to praise him. No matter how many masters are, no matter how talented and immoral he is, how can it be your turn for you to give guidance, let alone blame?

The two looked at more than a dozen breaths like cockfighting, and no one refused to move their eyes. Moxiang's heart suddenly burst, and she couldn't bear to see the paper kite who had been together for more than ten years being punished. She gently pulled the paper kite's sleeves, and the paper kite turned a deaf ear.

Suddenly, Qin Shubao laughed and shouted, "Okay!"

"Buddha has a cloud: drink with a head! Paper kite, you hit this stick very well! Young master, I forgot that you have been splashing ink in front of you since you were a child, which is really a trick!"

The paper kite exhaled a turbid breath and couldn't help but find that the back was sticky.

"But the young master is going to name this rotten painting today!" Qin Shubao pointed strongly at the handy graffiti on the table and said.

"Chicken pecking rice picture!"

Qin Shubao picked up the graffiti work on the table, tore it in front of the paper kite, aimed at the paper kite's face and raised it out. Paper scraps flew all over the sky, covering the paper kite.

Qin Shubao's face was a little heavy. He picked up the Wanfu brocade clothes hanging on the screen and turned around and walked out of the door.

No one understands Qin Shubao's thoughts, and it is estimated that he is the only one in the world who understands why his face is heavy.