Chapter 163 Is it difficult to grind ink?
It is said that the Northwest Prince's Palace has been very quiet these past two days, and the Northwest Prince no longer bothers Qing Yi, as if he has just ignored the matter.
Ye Qingyu was secretly delighted, thinking that his father still cared about him after all. Perhaps this was a silent acknowledgment. At this moment, he was in the study with Qingyi and Qingfeng, gathered around the fragments of the treasure map, racking their brains to figure out how to find the treasure. Although the fragments had been assembled, the exact location of the treasure remained a mystery, requiring careful planning and careful planning.
"The markings are too vague. We can't search mountain by mountain for the entrance. It will take us forever to find the entrance!" Qing Yi stared at the treasure map and couldn't help but sigh.
"There should be details hidden in it that we haven't discovered yet." Ye Qingyu's eyes were fixed on the assembled treasure map.
"I just can't figure out what's going on!" Qing Yi shook his head helplessly. He had been staring at the treasure map for a whole day, his eyes were sore, but he still couldn't figure out what it was.
"You guys go out for a walk and get some fresh air. I'll sketch it out, which will make it easier for our subsequent research." Ye Qingyu said after thinking for a moment.
"Um, Xiaoye, how about I grind some ink for you?" Qing Yi's eyes lit up as he asked tentatively. He imagined the heartwarming scenes from the storybooks where a pair of beautiful women shared a room, one writing with a brush while the other grinds ink. He thought that Xiaoye and he had a unique and interesting relationship.
"Hmm?" Ye Qingyu didn't expect Qing Yi to suddenly make such a request. She couldn't help but look up and look at him with a puzzled expression.
"I'm grinding ink for you!" Qing Yi looked at Ye Qingyu, then looked at Qingfeng beside him, and repeated his words. Is there any problem with this?
"Can you do it?" Ye Qingyu looked at Qing Yi's eager look and couldn't help asking with a smile.
"What's there to not know? It's just grinding ink, very simple!" Qing Yi raised his chin in dissatisfaction. Although he had never ground ink by himself, he felt that he could definitely do it.
"Okay, Qingfeng, go find Qingqing and get some silk," Ye Qingyu instructed. He planned to trace the treasure map on silk. Although painting on silk was more laborious, it was easier to carry and less likely to get damaged.
"Yes, master." Qingfeng accepted the order and turned to leave the study.
"Xiao Ye, have you made it clear to the King of the Northwest?" Qing Yi remembered how he had made the King of the Northwest very angry that night, but the King of the Northwest did not cause him any trouble afterwards. He couldn't help but feel strange.
"Well, father promised me that he would not do anything to hurt you." Ye Qingyu said as he continued to fiddle with the treasure map fragments, trying to find more clues from them.
"Oh, it's hard for you. Actually, you don't have to be like this. He is no match for me at all." Qing Yi sighed with a hint of pride in his tone.
"Huh? Not your opponent?" Upon hearing this, Ye Qingyu couldn't help but stop what he was doing and looked up at Qing Yi, wondering where this kid got his confidence from?
"Hahahaha, I mean here!" Qing Yi pointed to his head and explained with a smile, "I'm smarter than him, he's no match for me!"
"You... forget it. My father said that as long as you don't provoke him, it will be fine." Ye Qingyu said helplessly as he looked at Qing Yi's complacent look.
"Well...what I'm saying is, if he doesn't provoke me, why should I provoke him! Don't worry, don't worry, as long as he doesn't object to the two of us, I will be polite to him and respectful as a father!" Qing Yi joked, with a sly smile on his lips.
"Be respectful as a father?" Ye Qingyu carefully pondered the meaning of Qing Yi's words and couldn't help but repeat them. This kid really never stops until he says something shocking!
"Hahahaha, he is your father. Can I still treat him as a brother?" Qing Yi explained with a big laugh.
"You..." Ye Qingyu was helpless. This kid was really a jerk! If his father heard this, he would be furious!
"Master, the silk is here." At this moment, Qingfeng came back. He heard Qingyi's laughter outside and was secretly curious in his heart: What is this kid so happy about?
"Yeah." Ye Qingyu responded, then looked at Qingyi, indicating that he could start grinding the ink.
"Hey, why are you looking at me?" Qing Yi was feeling proud of having taken advantage of the Northwest King verbally in front of the other man's son. When he saw Ye Qingyu looking at him, he couldn't help but ask.
"Yan Mo, hero." Ye Qingyu said helplessly.
"Oh, right, right." Qing Yi suddenly realized and quickly picked up the ink block and fetched clean water, ready to show his skills. But unexpectedly, he seemed to have poured too much water, and the water in the ink tray suddenly overflowed and flowed all over the table.
"This..." Qing Yi looked at the table full of water, then at the master and servant who were standing by and watching, and smiled awkwardly. He then hurriedly poured out some of the water in the ink tray. However, he didn't control the amount well and accidentally poured out the ink block as well.
"Um... wait a minute... wait a minute... it'll be ready soon." Qing Yi frantically took another ink block and placed it in the ink tray, then carefully poured in some water. But it was obvious that he had poured too little. The ink block didn't move in the ink tray at all, and he couldn't grind it open at all. He had no choice but to add more water, but the water was too much, and the ink became thinner. He had to add more ink block...
Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng watched helplessly as Qingyi's hands were covered with black ink, and even the desk was splashed with ink spots. Fortunately, they did not trust Qingyi's "ink grinding skills" and took away all the books on the desk in advance, otherwise these books would have been ruined.
"Is this ink block bad?" Qing Yi looked at the mess he had made on his ink pan and couldn't help but sigh. He wondered: Why is it so difficult for me to grind ink when others can do it so easily?
"Let Qingqing do it." Ye Qingyu didn't want to watch Qingyi suffer like this anymore.
"Yes." Qingfeng responded and hurried to call Qingqing. He thought to himself: Let alone Qingyi, I am not good at grinding ink either. I don't want to end up like Qingyi and be laughed at by my master.
As soon as he entered the study, he saw Qing Yi with his hands covered in black ink and an embarrassed look on his face. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's going on?"
"Well, Xiaoye, I'm going to go wash my hands. You guys go ahead and do your work." Seeing this, Qing Yi quickly left the study. He really couldn't do this job by himself.
When he returned from washing his hands, he found the desk already tidied by Qingqing. Qingqing was standing in a corner, gracefully grinding ink for her master. Ye Qingyu, on the other hand, was already intently tracing the treasure map on silk. Her concentration was truly beautiful!
Qing Yi looked at this scene and sighed in his heart: This is the scene described in the storybook, right?
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