"Stupid!" Chen Weiwan snatched the silk cloth and used a cinnabar pen to draw a puffy smiley face next to the "fake shit." She then wrote a note next to it, "Change it to 'Use a strange strategy to warn the bad guys'! And then write 'This is for educational purposes only, not real excrement'. This way it's both elegant and realistic!"
As I was revising, I heard footsteps outside the courtyard gate. Kengkeng and Wawa rushed in with a large bag of croton powder. Wawa's pigtails were still hung with a string of fresh croton pods. "Mom! We painted a portrait of you with croton powder and hung it in Kengren College as a treasure!"
Chen Weiwan took the rice paper spread on the ground, and saw a crooked human figure made of croton powder of varying shades. The figure wore a huge croton flower on his head and held a croton powder bag taller than him in his hand. Next to it were written in charcoal: "Chen Weiwan, the Master of Tricks." The word "trick" even had a crooked earth pit drawn on it.
"Hahaha!" Shen Weiwan laughed so hard that she slapped her thigh, and croton powder fell from her sleeve pocket. "It's much better looking than the old scholar in the historian's painting! Especially this croton powder bag, it looks so real!"
Xiao Yu squatted down, looked at the grinning little man in the portrait, and shook his head helplessly: "It seems that all the croton powder in my yard has been used by you three to create."
That night, the candlelight in the Hanlin Academy illuminated the historian's worried face. A nearby clerk, looking at the revised diary, asked curiously, "Sir, why do you always change the records based on the Seventh Prince's wife? She was just a woman..."
The historian stroked his still-pink beard, remembering the bowl of croton flower tea that had numbed his tongue that day, and the laughter his pink-dyed beard had caused in the court the previous month. He lowered his voice and said, "What do you know!" He pointed at the words "Sand Sculpture Saint," the candlelight dancing on the rice paper, illuminating the traces of croton powder. "This is the only extraordinary woman in this dynasty who can use croton powder to create a prosperous era! If you offend her... the History Museum's supply of croton cakes will be completely lost next month!"
In the bedroom of the Prince's Mansion, Shen Weiwan was looking at the revised daily notes with a smug look, the candlelight reflecting the croton powder on the tip of her nose: "Your Highness, look, 'upholding justice and educating the scoundrels', this is in line with my identity, Shen Weiwan!"
Xiao Yu hugged her from behind, his nose nuzzling the scent of croton flowers in her hair, which still lingered with the sweetness of the powder from the day's grinding. "Yes, yes, our 'Saint of Sand Sculpture,' shouldn't we open the 'School of Tricks' at the History Museum tomorrow, so the historians can also learn to use croton powder to record history?"
"That's exactly what I meant!" Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up, and she grabbed a handful of croton powder from the dressing table. "When the time comes, let them use the powder to write history. I'll make sure every page has a sweet taste and is crunchy when you read it!"
Outside the window came the laughter of Kengkeng and Wa Wa. Gazing in the moonlight, the two little ones were using croton powder to spell large characters in the courtyard. They had intended to write "Mother is the best," but due to insufficient powder, they ended up with "Mother is the most treacherous." Looking at the crooked characters, Shen Weiwan suddenly felt that being able to leave a bizarre record of "a master of treacherous hands" in history books seemed more interesting than being a dignified and virtuous prince's consort.
From then on, the following record was added to the history books of the Dasheng Dynasty: "Shen, the consort of the seventh prince, was intelligent and good at making strange plans. She used croton seeds as soldiers and powdered face as formations. She upheld justice and educated the villains. People at that time called her the 'sand sculpture saint'. Her tricks were unprecedented and unparalleled. She often used fake feces to scare enemy envoys and laxatives to repel unscrupulous merchants. Wherever the croton seed powder went, the villains fled... " And next to this text, which was polished by Shen Weiwan herself, you can still see traces of the croton seed powder that was accidentally spilled that year, leaving the most sand sculpture and dazzling historical mark on the yellowed paper.
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