Chapter 1946 Are you confused?
"Ah? Why haven't you shown your true colors yet?" The naughty child walked around the painting and scratched his head in confusion.
Obviously black pig blood and child urine were spilled on Sister Hua'er, why hasn't she shown her true form? Isn't Sister Hua'er really a goblin? The scene where she pulled out the intestines of the country bumpkin brother-in-law was all Just to tease me?! The country bumpkin brother-in-law is too idle and boring, right?!
"I've told you all about the truth, Hua'er is not a goblin." Li Shu stepped forward with a big belly, stretched out her finger and tapped the naughty child's head, and said angrily, "Why don't you go and apologize to Hua'er."< br>
“Yes, I’m sorry, sister Hua’er.”
This is a rare advantage of Brother Rui, the naughty kid. He corrects his mistakes when he knows they are wrong.
"No, it's okay, but Brother Rui, why did you say I'm a goblin?" Hua'er wiped her eyes that were blurred by black dog blood with her hand. She still looked confused even now. I don’t know why Brother Rui calls her a goblin.
“Because I went to the study at noon to see the country bumpkin brother-in-law, but I saw you tearing out the country bumpkin brother-in-law’s intestines with your mouth.” The naughty child scratched his head, “I didn’t know it was you and the country bumpkin brother-in-law. Deliberately teasing me with props.”
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After hearing what the naughty kid said, Hua'er was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized what the naughty kid was talking about pulling out the intestines, and immediately blushed with embarrassment. It looked like blood, and he quickly covered his face with his hands, feeling too embarrassed to see anyone.
"Okay, wipe your face quickly. I'll have someone put a bucket of hot water for you. You can just go take a shower and change clothes."
Qin'er quickly handed Hua'er a wet towel and asked Hua'er to Er wiped the black dog blood on his face, helped Hua'er with some simple treatment, and arranged for a little girl to quickly put hot water for Hua'er so that Hua'er could bathe and change clothes.
In the evening, the snow in the capital has long since stopped, the clouds and fog have dispersed, the setting sun has emerged from the clouds, and the western sky is covered with sunset.
Under the sunset, the snow on the eaves is like silver mountains, and the snow on the streets is like a silver dragon.
Yan Mansion.
Yan Shifan cursed, and accompanied by Luo Longwen, returned to Yan's Mansion from outside and walked straight to the study.
In the study, Yan Song was standing in front of the desk writing Qingci. There were four or five written Qingci beside the table, and there was another Qingci he was writing under his hand. He was quite old and had a stooped waist. Now, I am still writing tirelessly.
There is no way, who makes the Holy Spirit always hold fasting festivals, and the demand for Qingci is endless.
Now reserve more Qing Ci and polish it more, so that when the Holy One needs it, you can present it to him.
Today Yan Song saw the scene of the snow stopping and the sun rising, and he suddenly got inspiration. However, after the inspiration came to him, he was never satisfied when he wrote it down.
He failed to perfectly express his inspiration.
I have written five pieces in a row, but I am still not satisfied. This piece of Qingci is now the sixth.
"The snow stopped and the sun rose, the sky was clear, and there were five-colored clouds hugging the sun. The light was gorgeous and shining like silk. The subjects watched and shouted for a long time, and after examining the records, they found that it was like smoke but not smoke, like clouds Feiyun, gloomy and crowded, rustling and roaring, is called Qingyun, also called Jingyun, this is the perfect response. The Deed of Aid to the Gods says: If the emperor is filial, then the scenery will come out, and the words of the travel letter will be fulfilled. Since the Yu Tingge, the official records have not been recorded, and I have been here for three thousand years."
Writing here, Yan Song stopped writing. He had written the previous few pictures from here to the bottom and didn’t know how to write.
I wrote it forcefully five times, but they all continued, making him dissatisfied.
He believed that as long as his inspiration was perfectly presented, it would definitely be a poem that would make the emperor's eyes shine and he couldn't put it down.
However, after writing this, I really don’t know how to write further.
At this time, Yan Shifan's cursing business came from outside. Yan Song looked at the door as if he was looking forward to a savior, and called repeatedly, "East Building, come here, quickly see what happens down here. Write."
"Old man, why are you still in the mood to write Qingci? I'm not in the mood to help you continue writing!"
Yan Shifan said angrily when he entered the room.
"What's wrong, but the interrogation is not going well?" Yan Song asked.
"It went well, it went so well. The prisoners were separated and interrogated separately by expert interrogators drawn from the capital and nearby areas. They all came to the conclusion that the prisoners presented as prisoners by Suzhou were all genuine Japanese pirates. They were all captured by Zhu Pingan in the Battle of Suzhou. The battle history and their past were all genuine and not fabricated. Zhu Pingan was also confirmed by his mouth. The thieves achieved an incredible victory in the Battle of Suzhou!"
"Those heads were initially identified as authentic Japanese pirate heads, and no counterfeiting was found among them."
"Basically confirmed, that little thief Zhu Ping'an really achieved a brilliant victory in wiping out 40,000 Japanese!"
Yan Shifan almost said it through gritted teeth.
"Yeah." Yan Song nodded, seemingly not surprised at all.
"No, old man, aren't you surprised?" Yan Shifan asked Yan Song angrily.
"I'm used to preparing for the worst in everything, so it's not surprising." Yan Song said lightly.
"No, what are your plans?" Yan Shifan asked, and then saw Yan Song's Qing Ci, he rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "Your old plan is to write Qing Ci, Zhu Ping'an won The victory is great, the Lord Longyan is happy, and we are going to have a feast. Why don't you write a poem as a icing on the cake?
"What are you always trying to do? Tell me quickly. I'm almost dying of anxiety." Yan Shifan urged with an impatient look.
“The Qing Ci is the first clear sky after the snow today. I had an idea and God gave me the inspiration for a Qing Ci; my plan is another one.”
Yan Song smiled slightly. Smile, with a confident attitude.
"Which one? Don't show off at this time." Yan Shifan urged with an eager look.
"After seeing the news of the Suzhou victory, I secretly ordered to collect intelligence from all over the south of the Yangtze River and report it regularly. Take a look. This is a battle report from Jiaxing. The official battle report has not been sent to the capital yet. Due to the special situation in Jiaxing this time, Jiaxing's official battle report must be reviewed by Zhejiang Province and Zhang Jing before it can be sent to the capital. Estimating the time, Jiaxing's official battle report will not be sent to the capital until at least the day after tomorrow. "
Yan Song pointed to a piece of information on the desk and said to Yan Shifan.
"Jiaxing's battle report? Jiaxing also fought with the Japanese pirates? But, old man, are you old and confused? Jiaxing is Jiaxing, Suzhou is Suzhou. No matter whether Jiaxing wins or loses, what does it have to do with Suzhou and Zhu Ping'an? The relationship is completely unrelated."
Muttered Yan Shifan reached out and picked up the piece of information on the table, and said with a puzzled look on his face. (End of this chapter)