Chapter 433 There is a **** in the sky
Xinbao readily agreed, while reciting: "Taoist, the beginning of heaven and earth..."
This is another ancient seal script, and Xinbao stutters.
Emperor Ming Pei and Yuan Shenjue looked at each other silently.
They clearly saw that Xinbao's eyes were slightly empty, her small mouth opened and closed, and she was chanting with difficulty, and they could deduce from her mouth shape that the first sentence she said was "Taoist", and they could even "hear" Her voice seemed to be heard nothing, as if the path between "she said" and "he listened" was cut off out of thin air, so they didn't know what she said at all.
Seeing that Xinbao didn't notice anything wrong at all, and was still reading seriously, Yuan Shenjue suddenly felt panic and hugged her.
Xinbao was startled and stopped.
Yuan Shenjue hugged her tightly, keeping his face away so that she would not see his expression.
Xinbao stretched out his hand in a daze, and while stroking his head to comfort him, he looked at Emperor Ming Pei.
Emperor Ming Pei said softly: "We can't hear Xinbao saying this, maybe it's because...you can't peep into the sky."
Xinbao was really taken aback: "Can't you hear me?"
Emperor Ming Pei nodded solemnly.
Xinbao was dumbfounded.
She has never been so deeply aware that there is a **** in the air.
She murmured for a long time: "Then, what about the jade plaque?"
Emperor Ming Pei said softly: "Try to draw the pattern, and then I will find someone to do it. Since God gave this to you at this time, there must be a purpose. I don't think you need to do it yourself."
Xinbao nodded obediently.
Then the three of them ate, and Xinbao went to Xinuange to start painting.
The world is impermanent. I never expected that she, a materialistic genius doctor, would learn to draw symbols now!
What she is most anxious about is to draw a protective talisman.
That is to say, to protect her luck from being affected or stolen, so she specializes in the part of luck.
But she thought again, it’s just as troublesome and difficult to draw anyway, why not draw something that can fight back? Not only can it protect luck from being stolen, but it can also attack the person who stole luck?
Isn't attacking the best defense?
But she flipped back and found that there was another kind called Yuan Seizing Talisman, that is, if someone stole her luck, with this talisman, it could not only protect her luck from being stolen, but also double or even multiply her luck. Luck was taken back.
So, it is not equivalent to this talisman, it has the most complete functions, including the previous ones and more new functions! ?
So Xinbao chose this talisman without hesitation, and began to draw.
Now the brushes on her case are all specially made, shorter and easier to use, but they are brushes after all! The tip of the pen is soft, and the writing brush is curved! It's still hard!
Xinbao stood in front of the desk, holding his breath and painting.
She has never stopped practicing magic ball, and now her small hands are far more flexible than before, but writing is not only with hands, not just with wrists, especially to precisely control the thickness and trajectory of handwriting, which is really too difficult up.
Xinbao only practiced for a quarter of an hour before his tired face turned pale and his small body wobbled.
After all, writing is okay, but this kind of irregular lines can't be said or helped.
He couldn't stand it anymore, he got up and walked around twice, afraid of affecting Xinbao, he forcibly held back, sat back, stretched out his hand, and gently supported Xinbao's elbow.
Xinbao bit her lip slightly, her side face was fleshy, she was so earnest that she was almost pious, but... this was a very difficult task, even if she used all her strength, she still accidentally got rough under her hands. some.
Xinbao pursed her mouth, wanted to cry, but held back, changed a piece of paper, and started drawing from scratch.
Holding her breath, she carefully drew a line bit by bit, then her hand trembled again, and the pen swung out.
He made mistakes several times in succession, Xinbao was so tired that he couldn't stand upright, and finally couldn't help crying, and while crying in his wife's arms, he ordered out of breath: "I want a charcoal pencil... ...a hard charcoal pencil..."
She cried uncontrollably for a long time, took a breath, and said, "The black pen used for thrush is also fine..."
Yuan Shen Jue was so distressed, his eyes were red, he hugged the little meat dumpling, and couldn't help comforting him.
Xinbao wanted to gather his energy to write, and when he finished crying about his grievances, he stopped slowly, and the whole dumpling stuck to Yuan Shenjue's body, motionless.
Fang Wuyou quickly brought some black pens.
But what Xinbao didn't expect was that today's thrush is similar to grinding ink. There is a special black inkstone, which needs to be added with water, then ground with a black pestle, and then drawn with an eyebrow pencil similar to a brush... except that the eyebrow pencil is thinner than a brush Besides, it is almost the same as writing!
The clever internal supervisor found Luo Zidai, but Luo Zidai also had to be dipped in water... and the real Luo Zidai was so small, only as long as her little finger, which was completely different from the TV series!
Duanzi can only accept his fate and continue to draw with a brush.
She found that she couldn’t become a fat person in one bite, so she didn’t draw symbols at first, and started from controlling the thickness of the line, and then considered other things after practicing to draw lines of the same thickness.
Yuan Shenjue left the palace after lunch, Emperor Ming Pei also went back, Xinbao drove away all the servants ahead of time, didn't take a nap at noon, got up immediately, and continued to practice...the whole afternoon, If you are tired, take a break and practice again.
When I returned to the palace at night, Tuanzi was too tired to lift her arms, and her whole body was limp. Madam Lin was so distressed that she held her in her arms and fed her dinner.
The next day is the same.
But after two days, Xinbao couldn't even draw a line of the same thickness! If you don't move, it will be a waste!
Xinbao was about to die of anxiety.
When she didn't know what to do, she was anxious, but now, she knew what to do, but she couldn't do it, and she was even more anxious!
She is so useless.
She practiced all day again, and after waiting for Chunhua and the others to go down at night, she quietly took out the magic ball from under the pillow, with her two chubby hands in the quilt, turning and turning, and fell asleep so sleepy. Falling asleep, a **** woke up and continued to turn...
In the end, she didn't know when she fell asleep, and when it was dawn, she called someone: "Get up."
Chunhua came in with a smile, and as soon as Tuanzi raised his hand, he realized something was wrong.
Her hand hurts so much... Just raising her hand made her sweat!
She glanced at it, and silently hid her little fist. Chunhua didn't notice it, and carefully supported her little arm, and put it into the sleeve.
If it’s cold today, the dumpling is dressed like a ball, and I can’t open my sleepy eyes, so I open my hand for Yuru to hug: “Go to the Qing Palace.”
Yu Ru responded.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I came out, I just caught up with the family to have breakfast.
Xinbao usually wakes up late, and this is the first time he catches up with his family for breakfast. The eldest brother is still walking up and down, and when he sees her, he smiles: "What's going on today? The sun hasn't come out from the west either." , why did the little princess wake up at this time?"
(end of this chapter)