Su Qingluan faced Mu Xingzhi's teasing expression, and after a long while, she lowered her head with a guilty conscience: "I was just joking..."
However, this fabric did give Su Qingluan some inspiration: "If this material is used for the outer packaging, how much silver will it cost?" This material looked expensive, but she only planned to make the font part, so it wouldn't cost much...
Before Su Qingluan could even begin to formulate her own plan, Mu Xingzhi shook his head and said, "This fabric is not easily available. It is priceless."
Priceless in market...
Su Qingluan smacked the word, then thought about her guess about Mu Xingzhi's identity, and couldn't help but think of the source of the cloth -
"It can't be...an imperial tribute...cough, let me drink some tea to moisten my throat." Su Qingluan couldn't help but say this, and then she realized that no matter what the answer was, she shouldn't have asked this question in the first place.
However, Mu Xingzhi did not show any other expression, and even the smile on his face did not change at all.
Su Qingluan understood that if Mu Xingzhi's identity was really as she thought, then considering her "unrestrained" attitude in front of him, the other party could be considered to be very tolerant of her.
However, she also understood that the main reason for this "tolerance" was that their family was truly ordinary people.
Although he had some money, he was far from being "rich" and had no clan prestige or connections in the court.
To put it bluntly, it poses no threat.
Mu Xingzhi was not a narrow-minded person. Since there was no threat and Su Qingluan herself had no ill intentions, he would not bother to touch the Su family at all - after all, he was now living in seclusion here as "Mr. Mu". If a major case really happened in Huaxi Village where a family was killed, it would certainly alarm the government, and Luo Luan would inevitably be implicated.
So no matter from which perspective, he had no need to touch the Su family, but Su Qingluan would still pay attention and would not ask about Mu Xingzhi's identity.
Today's incident was purely accidental.
After taking a sip of tea, Su Qingluan thought of other alternatives, such as making the font three-dimensional or using gradient colors...
Su Qingluan was thinking in her mind, and the ink pen in her hand was drawing quietly. Soon, she used the sketch method to restore the two words "Su Ji" written by Mu Xingzhi exactly on the paper in front of her, and even added the special effect of floor projection.
"Here, this is the 'effect' I'm talking about. Look, although it's still your handwriting, the feeling is completely different." As he said this, he handed the paper in front of him to Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi was originally watching with great interest, but as he watched, his expression became quiet and deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
But when Su Qingluan handed him the font she had used to create the effect, he looked at it very carefully and understood what the so-called "effect" meant.
Su Qingluan stared at the paper for a long time and felt her eyes a little sore and itchy. She rubbed them unconsciously with her hands, but Mu Xingzhi grabbed her wrist.
"Don't rub your eyes, or they'll get more itchy."
Although there is no concept of "bacteria" in this era, from practical experience, rubbing the eyes is also an important cause of eye discomfort.
Su Qingluan realized that she was rubbing her eyes again and quickly thanked her: "Oh, thanks to you for holding me back, otherwise I would have rubbed my eyes so hard that tears would come out. My eyes have been too tired lately."
Mu Xingzhi withdrew his hand and asked, "Why? Have you been studying hard all night long, digging a hole in the wall to steal light?"
"...not as exaggerated as 'all night,'" and it wasn't because of studying, "but I have to finalize the packaging design quickly—honestly, this is giving me a headache even more than making the jam itself. It's just that at night, whether it's candles or oil lamps, the light is too dim and flickering, which is really tiring for the eyes."
When talking about the miserable time of studying at night, Su Qingluan couldn't help but complain a lot.
An eye protection lamp, a fluorescent lamp, or even an electric light bulb would be fine. Su Qingluan cried silently in her heart: I just want a stable light source with bright light and no flickering!
Perhaps Su Qingluan was very curious, and Mu Xingzhi seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, he said, "I received a night-shining pearl some time ago. Maybe you can use it."
Su Qingluan's heart moved: "Night-shining pearl? I heard that it is a priceless treasure." What exactly is the so-called night-shining pearl? There are many theories in the previous life. Su Qingluan is not a professional in history or particularly interested in these things, so she doesn't know much about it.
However, various TV dramas and folk legends have made the "Night Pearl" sound magical, so Su Qingluan was still very curious.
"I wouldn't say it's priceless, but from what I've seen, it's certainly priceless."
Seeing the girl opposite him with a gleam of great interest in her eyes, Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but feel funny - to some extent, the "ice cube that is still crystal clear in autumn" is much more precious than this night pearl, but looking at the person opposite him, it seems like an ordinary object. She took it and put it in her mouth without even taking a second look at it.
Just like ice, a rare commodity, can be easily obtained at any time and anywhere.
As for the night-shining pearl, although it is not everywhere, it is not a rare treasure in wealthy families - but the one he got is more special than the others.
Mu Xingzhi used the bell to summon Song Bo in again, prompting Su Qingluan to jokingly say, "Although I don't know who you are, you are certainly someone of high status. Having Song Bo all by your side isn't quite enough for you."
He simply smiled and said, "I'm not really disabled, so Song Bo alone is enough. Too many people would only cause trouble."
About a cup of tea later, Song Bo came out holding a small box about the size of a palm, which contained high-quality silk. However, Su Qingluan did not pay any attention to the luxurious fabric.
Her gaze seemed frozen, fixed on the bead in the box in Song Bo's hand, which was about the size of a tennis ball and emitted a faint blue glow.
Seeing Su Qingluan staring at the Night Pearl without blinking, a smile appeared in Mu Xingzhi's eyes, then turned into surprise, and then turned serious - because the girl's eyes looking at the Night Pearl did not show any surprise or admiration.
On the contrary, she was now pale, her whole body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were wide open. She didn't look like she had seen some rare treasure, but rather - she looked like she had seen an evil spirit, the King of Hell, or a fierce ghost.
"Qingluan, what on earth are you——"
"Song Bo, put the bead down quickly - no, throw it away quickly! The farther the better!" Su Qingluan's voice was very sharp, with fear and panic that seemed to be about to burst through her throat.
That is the fear of death.
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