Chapter 208 Am I showing off?
There was complete silence in the bedroom.
Qin Zhaoyue was immediately displeased. "What are you looking at me with? Are you looking down on me for being uneducated?"
"Dislike... not to the point of it."
It's true that I'm uneducated.
"Oh, you are so rebellious, Huqin, how dare you tease me."
Broken Ink: ...
Qin Zhaoyue raised her proud head and glanced at the maids.
"I am just not good at calligraphy and painting. Your Highness's poetry is simply amazing.
If I just make a small move, the entire literary world will tremble, understand?"
Just kidding, Qin Zhaoyue has so many poems hidden in her belly, but she doesn't care about that little fame.
Is she proud? Is she proud? Does she show it off?
No!
This is probably what it means to be well-read and elegant.
Qin Zhaoyue stepped on the embroidered stool with one foot and looked around.
"You think I'm uneducated? How could I be uneducated? Tui!"
Everyone exchanged glances silently, indicating that they understood that their prince had to have some dignity.
In the end, it was Mo Wu who came out to explain.
Lu Tingzhou was a poor scholar who failed the imperial examination. He was so desperate that he got drunk and slept in a dilapidated temple.
According to legend, that night, he saw a fox shadow coming towards him in the snow with a pen in its mouth, and from then on he could see the colors of the sky and the earth with his eyes.
From then on, he gave up the imperial examination and studied painting. He was good at using fox hair to make brushes and mixing cinnabar and iron powder as pigments. The living things he painted all had a sense of life.
People called him Fox Brush Man, but the orthodox painting world denounced his art as a treacherous one, causing great controversy and his fame was at its peak.
Because they were not tolerated by orthodoxy, not many paintings have been preserved intact.
This painting of "Divine Horse" should be one of the larger ones in existence, and its style is mature, so it is of high value.
Qin Zhaoyue curled her lips, "It's so funny, what's with Fox Pen Langjun? There has to be a limit to fabricating things."
There is a saying passed down from generation to generation in Qin Zhaoyue’s hometown in his previous life: the guardian deity of the family.
Fox, Yellow, White, Willow and Gray are called the "Five Great Immortals" or "Five Great Families", and the first one is the fox.
Ordinary people believe that they are spiritual and can protect the home and bring good luck.
How should I put it? Scientifically speaking, this thing is definitely feudal superstition and dregs.
But if you go around that village and look for the elderly people who have been there for many years, they can generally tell you a few things.
Many people in the Mo Group nodded secretly.
A fox holding a pen in its mouth does sound a bit ridiculous, but it is normal for talented people to have some magical legends.
Qin Zhaoyue said disdainfully:
"It's a snowy day, a dilapidated temple, a frustrated poor scholar, and he's drunk. All the elements are present, okay?
If there really is such a powerful fox demon, according to our storytelling world, it must be a case of thunder and lightning from heaven and earth.
A drunk poor scholar saw a graceful woman and suddenly jumped up and knelt on the ground to beg her to teach him painting skills?
Who would believe that? It's pure bullshit."
Everyone: ...
So this is just a fabrication from this angle, right?
"Don't tell me stories, just tell me, how much is this painting worth?"
Mo Wu thought for a moment, "Three or four years ago, there was a painting that was smaller than this one and in slightly worse condition, and it was sold for 60,000 taels."
Then this one... must be worth 100,000 taels!
Qin Zhaoyue was ecstatic, and her hearty laughter could be heard throughout the backyard.
"Good! That pretty boy was saved!"
Originally, Qin Zhaoyue persuaded himself that if it weren't for saving Pei Xueqiao, he wouldn't have accidentally discovered that true qi could save people.
She accepted it as a waste of some merit.
"Old Pei is a good person to get along with. He really gives benefits after getting things done.
Let's keep this painting for now and wait until Lao Pei's calligraphy is sold for a good price.
Notify Qizhen Pavilion and have someone make a plan in advance. I want to review it personally."
A painting that is most likely worth a hundred thousand dollars must be taken seriously.
After hearing this, Sui Mo put away the gift and let Mo Zu go out first.
"What's the matter? Is there anything else you want to talk about privately?"
Sui Mo pursed his lips.
I originally planned to keep it secret, after all, telling it would only cause trouble for His Highness.
But from what His Highness said, he also expressed his gratitude to the Pei family.
Sui Mo was worried that she would not be clear about what she was doing in the future, so he simply told her what Mrs. Pei meant.
Qin Zhaoyue didn't feel any emotion after hearing this.
If she really fell in love with the boy from the Pei family, she would definitely feel uncomfortable after hearing this.
But it's not that he didn't like it, and besides, Mr. Pei was particular, so the gift was expensive, so it was no big deal.
"How important is it to me, is this it?
It's normal for parents to treat their children as their treasures."
As she spoke, she pointed to the brocade box and the scroll, "These things are real, that's all."
Haha, Sui Mo thought to himself, Your Highness, you are not like that.
When I was unhappy, I didn't hold it in, even to His Majesty...
If it was her who was there today, she would probably have been so angry that the prime minister's wife would not be able to raise her head.
Well, you won’t feel pain unless the knife falls on your body, right?
Qin Zhaoyue patted her shoulder and said, "But... well done!
Remember, when you go out, you represent our Princess Mansion and my reputation.
The main point is that we don't cause trouble, but we are never afraid of trouble.
Don't worry, no matter how big a mess you make, you'll always be there to hold it up even if the sky falls."
"Thank you, Lord... huh?"
There is a big question mark on the little head.
Shouldn't we say at this point, "If the sky falls, I will hold it up"? Should we hold it up ourselves?
Sui Mo gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. If that's the case...
"Your Highness, I have something else to report to you."
Qin Zhaoyue was in a good mood and waved his hand, "You say."
"That's right. The elixirs used by our Mo Group for cultivation are running out, so we have to start refining."
"Wait a minute!" Qin Zhaoyue's heart was filled with alarm. "Refining pills...I'm afraid it won't be cheap, right?"
Sui Mo's expression was indifferent. "Everything else is fine, but the main ingredient must be of a higher age. The older it is, the better the effect."
"I just got a few old medicinal herbs, and you're already targeting them before they're even warm?"
“Of course we don’t need elixirs, but it will be difficult to make further progress in our cultivation.
Originally, after the disaster relief trip, several sisters showed some signs of breakthrough, and they accumulated these days.
Sigh... If there is no elixir to support it, it will be difficult," Sui Mo sighed.
"But it's okay. We can handle tasks based on our level of cultivation. We can still contend with fifth- and sixth-grade cultivators."
Wow!
"Threatened me? Are you threatening me?"
"I dare not say that. I am just telling the truth."
"Get out! Disappear immediately!"
Sui Mo was pushed out of the bedroom, and when the door closed behind him, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
No matter how reluctant he was, he still got the promise that medicines over a hundred years old could not be touched.
But Your Highness doesn't know that the main ingredients used in the elixirs they use in the palace are only twenty or thirty years old.
Under a hundred years old...the food is so good.
In addition to the techniques and diligent practice, there are many other factors in the cultivation of one's abilities.
For example, elixirs, adventures, vision, experience, etc.
They didn't actually take part in disaster relief very often, but they saw a lot.
Seeing the victims on the verge of death, struggling on the brink of life and death, His Highness used unprecedented medical skills to save the dying.
I saw the mountains of slag and the miners who died in the mines to save their descendants;
I saw a black turtle hit a dike, collapsed, and was submerged by a flood.
I saw Lord Yinzhe single-handedly steer a huge boat to block the breach.
I saw tens of thousands of laborers repairing the dike in the heavy rain;
I saw the regulations under the jurisdiction of Bailu County, which were similar to those in Fengjing, and the human touch of providing care for the elderly and education for the young...
These experiences are something they have never experienced before. They can temper their character and also help improve their martial arts skills.
In fact, there is something that Sui Mo has been hiding. Recently, more than one or two people have come to her and said that they feel their cultivation has reached a bottleneck and there are signs of a breakthrough. Even she herself feels the same way.
One or two would be fine, but they cover almost all the ink groups!
Sui Mo instinctively felt that it was related to His Highness, but her reason told her that it was impossible. Perhaps it was just that everyone's accumulation was enough.
In any case, being able to use high-year-old medicinal materials to refine pills will increase the sisters' chances of promotion.
Sui Mo puffed out his chest and strode away with his head held high.
This is just the beginning. Once everyone in the Mo Group is promoted to the fourth rank, His Highness will feel sorry for them.
As the old saying goes, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. What’s the fuss?
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