Mo Hanqing and Ye Qiqi used Qinggong to fly to a deserted place. Ye Qiqi turned his head, glanced at the crowd in the distance, breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It really scared me to death. That You must be so weird, you were so disdainful of me one second, but you knelt down directly towards me the next second."
Mo Hanqing smiled, stretched out his hand to rub Ye Qiqi's head and said, "Scholars are generally like this. In their eyes, they only see right and wrong, good and bad. As long as there is something worth learning about you, they are still very willing to do so." I’m not ashamed to ask.”
"Don't think that I don't know what it means to ask without shame." Ye Qiqi rolled her eyes at Mo Hanqing.
"Ha." Mo Hanqing's lips curved slightly as he said, "I don't mean anything else."
"Yeah." Ye Qiqi nodded and stopped discussing this topic with him. He just looked down at the Kongming Lantern in his hand and said excitedly: "Come on, let's let it fly."
"Okay." Mo Hanqing responded. After taking the Kongming lantern from Ye Qiqi's hand, he seemed to have remembered something and asked her: "The one you gave to the scholar just now is really senior Qin Guan." Manuscript??”
"Ah?" Ye Qiqi was startled for a moment, then nodded and said: "Yes, when old man Qin came to Yueqing Mountain to play, he liked to scribble on that blank notebook when he had nothing to do. My grandfather prepared it for me. He used all the calligraphy books."
"Then you..." Mo Hanqing looked at her hesitantly and asked, "Why did you bring his manuscript with you when you came out? Is it to learn calligraphy and practice calligraphy anytime and anywhere?"
"Huh?" Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a red face: "That's not true. I don't carry his manuscript with me to practice calligraphy."
"What's that for?" Mo Hanqing looked at her suddenly red face and asked strangely.
"I... I..." Ye Qiqi lowered his head, and after saying "I" for a long time, he finally replied in a low voice, as weak as a mosquito's hum: "I used his manuscript as toilet paper..."
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The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Mo Hanqing looked at Ye Qiqi's blushing face and refused to raise her head. She twitched the corners of her mouth, moved her lips, and after a long time, she said something in disbelief: "Use it as toilet paper?? You use the world's No. 1 toilet paper?" A calligraphy master Qin Guan’s calligraphy practice manuscript is used as toilet paper??”
"Hmm..." Ye Qiqi lowered his head and looked at the ground and whispered: "His manuscripts are not precious things. I still have several stacks of them in my study on Yueqing Mountain. Putting them there would be in the way and take up a lot of space. Hell, I have no choice... I can only use it as toilet paper."
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Mo Hanqing was silent for a long time and found that he didn't know what to say.
Master Qin Guan's calligraphy, just like the medicine of miracle doctor He Pingxuan, is also of the kind that is hard to find.
How many high-ranking officials and nobles hold real money and silver in their hands, hoping that Master Qin Guan can give them a calligraphy, but they all failed. Now, some people are using the master's manuscripts as toilet paper.
Mo Hanqing reached out and touched his chest, only to feel that there was a mouthful of blood that he couldn't spit out for a long time.
But then thinking about Ye Qiqi taking Doctor He's hard-to-find pills like jelly beans, Mo Hanqing suddenly felt that using the master's manuscript as toilet paper was no big deal.