"This is fake paper—"
Jiang Pengji glanced at her, a cold look flashed in her eyes, but she was calm on the surface.
"What is imitation paper?"
Wei Ci held the piece of paper lovingly, and the texture he felt with his fingertips made him sigh inwardly—
Is such an excellent papermaking skill really attainable by manpower
"Ordinary paper." Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes and sneered, the arc she evoked was sarcastic, "It's getting more and more interesting."
Wei Ci was puzzled, what does "more and more interesting" mean
Jiang Pengji didn't mean to explain, she put the black wooden box on the table, her eyes were a little dignified.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to open it, Wei Ci hurriedly stopped it.
"And no, my lord. The origin of this thing is unknown, if there is any sinister poison in it-"
With his right hand, he held the humming black and white meat ball, and his left hand blocked Jiang Pengji's "risk to death" behavior.
Jiang Pengji said, "Just based on the skills of the person who came just now, I really want to be detrimental to me, why do I need to play tricks in it?"
Liu Xi's body is too weak. If she was the previous one, she would be sure to settle with someone else.
Wei Ci couldn't beat Jiang Pengji, so he could only watch her movements nervously.
If there is an accident, even if it rushes past.
"Can't open, there's something wrong with the lock on this box—"
Jiang Pengji tried it and found that there was a lock on the box, the shape of the lock was very strange, and the keyhole could not be found.
"This lock... it seems to have used a strange door mechanism, the lord can't open it like this." Wei Ci took a closer look, and soon found the doorway inside, he took the initiative to ask Ying Road, "Master may as well let Ci have a try, maybe you can Turn it on—"
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows lightly, and took the initiative to open a seat so that Wei Ci could unlock the lock.
Wei Ci put the black and white meat ball on her lap, and the little thing purred twice, as if reluctantly.
Hearing the movement, Jiang Pengji glanced at her and saw that the little guy was also looking at her. Her bright eyes were like a pair of piercing black grapes, so clean that they could reflect people's reflections. While Wei Ci was concentrating on unlocking, she secretly reached out and smoothed the meat ball over.
The hair on the little guy has not grown long, it is like cotton wool, and it is very soft to the touch.
Jiang Pengji couldn't help but feel the black shoulder strap from the back of its white neck, and then slide it to the plump and sensual buttocks, pinching it with her fingers.
The black and white meat group found that he had changed places and was molested. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Jiang Pengji blankly.
Wei Ci's fingers were very flexible, and she was amazed as she opened the lock.
"The person who made this lock must be the master of the mechanism."
If you don't have excellent mechanical attainments, this lock can't be opened at all. I really don't know who made it.
Wei Ci tossed about a stick of incense, and Jiang Pengji's expression gradually became impatient.
This emotion is not directed at Wei Ci—
"I don't know if it's good intentions or malicious intentions to give things to others, but I'm trying to make things difficult." Jiang Pengji's tone was very bad, and her frown left a few folds between her brows, "If Zixiao is going to solve the trouble, why don't you take a Smash it open with your head down, so you don't have to worry about it."
"My lord, is this impatient?" Wei Ci laughed mellowly. She smashed it with an axe if she couldn't open it. Such a violent act didn't change at all. The things inside must be extraordinary, so the lord may wish to be patient."
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and after a while, he finally untied it.
I saw what he pressed with his fingers, and after a crisp thud, the lid of the wooden box popped open automatically, revealing the true face of Mount Lu.
"This, this is not—"
When Wei Ci saw what was in the long wooden box, she was so shocked that she almost bit her tongue.
Hearing this, Jiang Pengji raised her head, she put the black and white meat ball on her lap, and reached out to take out the things lying quietly in the wooden box.
This is a knife.
The blade is narrow and straight, shiny like white snow, covered with light natural cloud patterns, giving people a sense of wealth and sharpness for no reason.
The handle of this knife is very long, wide at both ends and slightly narrow in the middle, so even if the user holds the knife with both hands, it will not feel cramped.
The blade body and the hilt are three feet three inches long, which is longer than a normal-style saber.
"Do you know this knife?" Jiang Pengji didn't miss Wei Ci's surprise, he had definitely seen it and was very familiar with it.
Wei Ci calmed down and thought about how to speak, "This knife - used to be His Majesty's saber, accompanied her to fight in the South and the North for more than ten years, and drank countless blood under the knife, and even used it to kill many traitors and enemy generals. —Since Ci followed His Majesty, this sword never left her side. Later, on the day of Changsheng’s eighteenth birthday, His Majesty gave this sword to Changsheng as a token of the prince—”
This was the first time Wei Ci talked about "Your Majesty" so frankly, and it was in front of Jiang Pengji.
"Changsheng? Sure enough—" Jiang Pengji figured out something, with a small smile on her face, "No wonder you like the children of Feng Jin's family so much. If it is expected, Fushou is also our future child? But this name has been reserved, and now unusable."
Wei Ci looked shy, isn't that the point!
"You mean this knife - has been there before?"
Jiang Pengji did not pursue the victory, but changed the subject, which made Wei Ci heave a sigh of relief.
If she continued to question, Wei Ci felt that she couldn't keep her mouth shut.
"Well, but His Majesty never talked about its origin. Outsiders thought it was confiscated from the enemy, but Ci thinks otherwise."
The unsolved mysteries of the past life, I did not expect to have the opportunity to witness the "mystery" in this life.
The saber that follows His Majesty is neither a trophy nor a divine artifact, but a gift from a mysterious person.
"Naturally not - the material of this knife cannot be made by the current smelting technology at all." Jiang Pengji said lightly, because Wei Ci shared a secret with her, so she was not afraid that Wei Ci would not accept it, and she was not afraid of her own words. To him, "You know what? This knife - in my past life, it is extremely rare, only people above a trillion people can have it."
Wei Ci opened her eyes slightly in astonishment.
This is the first time he has heard the lord take the initiative to talk about his past in two lifetimes.
"My lord's... past life?"
"It was a beautiful and cruel world."
Wei Ci has experienced death and rebirth first-hand, so he is also highly receptive to bizarre things. Because he had already guessed in his heart, Jiang Pengji took the initiative to admit that at this time, he was not surprised, but was curious about what kind of world could nurture people like Jiang Pengji.
For a person who was born to stand on the top and overlook all beings, any grievance is a humiliation to her.
"But that's all in the past, let's not mention it." Jiang Pengji said without hesitation, "This piece of paper, this knife, has a lot to do with it."
"Anyone?"
Jiang Pengji said, "The raw material of paper is plant fiber, but this is the oldest paper-making technique, such as rice paper and bamboo paper, the materials used are the most primitive. To make a lot of paper, it is necessary to cut down a huge amount of plants. . Excessive logging will destroy the environment and make the environment worse, such as dense forests turning into wasteland. In my world, the law prohibits the use of plants to make paper, because the pollution is too high and the cost is too high, but people will always use paper items in their lives, this is Foreign objects cannot be replaced, so there is imitation paper."
In other words, artificial paper is a product of Jiang Pengji's era, and it is impossible to appear in this era.