"Changsun Hong?" Zong Shengxian was slightly stunned for a moment, and then recalled who Chen Ying was talking about: "The author of the song "Drunk and Falling" written by Master Zhou?"

"That's right, will he go there too?" Chen Ying's face turned red like a colorful cloud, and her voice was almost unheard.

Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu looked at each other inexplicably: What kind of shame does she make?

"Sister Chen has seen him?" Zong Shengxian asked tentatively. She only learned Changsun Hong's writing style through Zhou Lang's hand that night, but she had never seen herself. Tianban and Huangban were separated from Huangban in the academy. They were both children five or six years younger than them. Generally, Huangban people would not go there.

"No, no, of course not!" Chen Yingru was stomped on the rabbit with her tail and screamed: "I've seen him yet!"

There is no silver here!

Zong Shengxian's eyes were as bright as lanterns burning all night on the city. The fire of the Eight Trigrams rose up like a rootless fire, and the blazing flames burned everything. She concluded that Chen Xiaoniang must have any ulterior motives with Changsun Hong.

However, Chen Yingyuan is a guest. She is a guest. She is not only a person who travels with her, but she studies and plays the piano in the backyard of the prefectural yamen. She knows who she sees, and there is no such thing as Changsun Hong.

Could it be that after listening to that poem, I felt admiration? This is also possible. There was no entertainment in the Song Dynasty, and naturally there were no idols. The feelings of a girl were overflowing, and she was easily attracted by a famous literati, especially a young and talented man, and a good son-in-law who was waiting to marry into a woman in the boudoir yearned for. Seeing the words is like seeing things, the plot in the novel is the most moving.

This must be true! Zong Shengxian couldn't help but smile. It turned out that this talented sister is also a person with a temperament. She usually has a glacier and is so cute when she is in love!

Chen Yu looked at his sister and also winked at her. There were too many such plots in Beijing, and the jokes of beautiful and talented people could make people's ears callous.

"He should go too, after all, his poem is being passed on in the entire Hezhou." Zong Shengxian said: "If he doesn't go, how dare others go?"

"Then I won't go!" Although Chen Ying's flushed face was delicate and charming, she was determined to speak without saying anything.

Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu were caught off guard and never expected such a result. This trick was wrong.

"Sister, why is this?" Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu said in unison. Shouldn't Chen Ying readily agree to the normal development?

"The Wenhui has participated in many places in Beijing, and it's just a group of literary and artistic guests. It's not that I haven't seen it before, so it's boring to go there." Chen Ying's face slowly returned to normal, and she tried her best tone to calm down in her heart: "You go, come back and tell me."

She lowered her head and began to read a book in front of her.

Zong Shengxian and Chen Yu did not understand the embarrassment of her meeting that day. Chen Ying did not dare to recall the situation that day, for fear of remembering the unsightly thing when she recalled it. Changsun Hong's hateful face was as despicable as a cow's head and a horse's face. Meeting was impossible, and it would be impossible in this life.

Such a person is very talented and he writes both poems impeccable. If you think about it carefully, you can't write them out. One of them was even taken by his younger brother to respond to the scene, like adding fuel to the fire and adding humiliation to the humiliation.

The two of them persuaded each other again, and seeing that Chen Ying was determined, they had no choice but to sit back and leave on their own.

The maid Cuiyun stood quietly on one side without making any sound. When the two left, they quickly ran to the door to see if the person was gone, and then covered the door and came back. They walked to Chen Ying and added a glass of water to the lady, while angrily said: "My mother, that evil guy is so hateful, can you just spare him like that?"

Chen Ying actually couldn't read the book, and her mind was full of chaos. After hearing this, she simply put down the book and said angrily: "What else can you do? My second brother has fought with him, what else can you do?"

The Song Dynasty did not have a younger brother, and they were all called "Brother" according to the family ranking, and Chen Yu ranked second, so he called him the second brother. Even his sister Chen Ying also called him this.

Cui Yun looked aggrieved and muttered: "Didn't the second young master win? It's said that the evil man took advantage again."

"Shut up!" Chen Ying became angry for no reason. She couldn't say this, so she could only swallow her stomach and suffer a secret loss. She said, "Don't mention this matter again! It only adds to worries!"

"Yes, little girl, I won't dare to mention it again in the future." Cui Yun was startled and bowed quickly.

After a stop, she looked out the window yearningly and whispered to herself: "But that writing... I heard it's very lively. Many scholars will go there, only once every three years, it's a pity if they don't go there..."

Chen Ying was not angry yet. When she heard this, she was about to say a few words, but suddenly she remembered something, and a flash of mind came up with an idea.

She stood up suddenly and laughed. The expressions between the front and back were too different, which made Cuiyun jump and covered her mouth and almost screamed.

"Cuiyun, you're right. There are so many people in the literary gathering. Isn't there really no one who beats that evil person?" Chen Ying smiled cunningly. She threw away the book and called out: "Come the four treasures in the study, Cuiyun, please send me a few letters."

...

Changsun Hong, who is in Ruifuxiang, naturally didn’t know about these things.

He is busy making paper. It is very difficult to make the pulp into a finished product for two days. Even though his pulp is already very sticky and can greatly reduce the time of subsequent processes, it is still difficult.

His later career started from the bottom and was familiar with modern papermaking technology, but there were no automated machines here. He knew nothing about ancient papermaking. He could only work with the craftsmen in the workshop, thinking while doing it, and trying every means to find ways.

Ran Daqi played a great role. This shopkeeper is indeed not a second-generation ancestor. The shopkeeper of the papermaking workshop for decades has not been a false reputation. Many places, Chang Sun Hong, said a concept and he was able to explore and propose specific plans. The two of them came up with ideas and the other ones, but they actually made dozens of finished products that could be used in two days.

The Eight Immortals Table in the back hall has been emptied, with a stack of snow-white paper spreading on it, and the black painted tabletop set off the white paper surface becoming snow-white.

Ran Daqi and Changsun Hong stood at both ends of the table and picked up a piece of paper together.

The paper is tough and crisp, and it will make a clattering sound when you shake it casually. It is very thin, as if nothing is needed, with a gentle texture and a white color, which is a great quality at first glance.

Ran Daqi picked up a pen, dipped it in the inkstone, calmed his mind and exercised his strength, and wrote a big word "Fu" on the paper.

The pen and ink meander on the paper, and the ink does not dissipate, like a sponge absorbs water, stably but not overflows. After writing the words, the paper is stood up, and the ink marks cannot drip. The thin back of the paper is weak and the paper is exposed to the paper. The words are as bright and conspicuous as if they are printed on them.

"Best, best!" Ran Daqi looked over and over again, praised Changsun Hong and gave a thumbs up: "Erlang, this piece of paper is the best I have never seen in my life. Wood can make such good paper. If it weren't before, I would never believe it."

"Don't be busy with happiness, we have to do one more thing." Changsun Hong rubbed his red eyes. He had hardly slept in the past two days: "Take all these papers and send them to the seal shop. Under each piece of paper, print the inscription of our Ruifuxiang, so that everyone who uses this paper knows that this is our Ruifuxiang product."
Chapter completed!