"Going to eat secretly again?"

Suddenly a girl's voice came from the darkness.

Miao Si was startled and fell to the ground with an "ouch".

He got up and asked weakly towards the small figure sitting quietly in front of the table:

"You...why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"How many times have I told you not to steal food? You have always promised to do it, but you are cheating again."

The little girl in red coat, who had been waiting quietly at the table for most of the night, turned her mouth downwards and spoke calmly:

"I brought Mo back, didn't you say you were full every time?"

Miaosi didn't dare to look directly at him, so he talked to him from left to right:

"It's because I'm full, or I just have insomnia. I went out for a walk...when did Xiaoxuan wake up, and how long have you been waiting?"

Huang Xuan said quietly: "You didn't wipe your mouth clean."

"..."

The wonderful idea instantly rectified the mistake.

She lowered her head and remained silent, like a child who had been caught making a mistake.

Huang Xuan sighed and blamed herself: "If only I could afford to buy ink, you and dad wouldn't be hungry and wouldn't tell me..."

The little girl's heart felt like it was being twisted - if she had a heart at all - the pain was unbearable.

She didn't dare to talk about what happened just now when she was caught red-handed by the fairy.

Under the background of snoring, the atmosphere at the table was somewhat silent.

Huang Xuan suddenly stood up, walked to the bedside, took out a small bag of scraps of Han Lei ink from under the pillow, and silently handed it to Miao Si:

"You take it and eat it. I'll get some during the day. You... don't steal ink ingots from now on. We are poor, but our ambition is not poor. Stealing is wrong. You can't expect to be strong and others won't catch you.

Just feel at ease, if something is done, it will be done, and there will always be traces.

"Besides, what you did has attracted many people to investigate. What if you are caught by them? I don't have money to ransom you, and even if you sell it, I won't have enough."

In fact, someone has already caught him... Miao Si secretly murmured in her heart.

Weirui raised her head and saw Huang Xuan's hopeful gaze, so she had no choice but to nod her head and agree.

"Wonderful idea." Huang Xuan frowned.

"Um?"

"You...can you eat less? How about we stop eating ink and eat rice? You can also eat meat. You are small and can't eat much, but some ink is more expensive than gold and silver."

"...?"

Miao Si had a straight face: "I am a Mo spirit, not a rat spirit. Why don't you raise a rat spirit and I'll go."

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything, don't be angry." Huang Xuan waved her hand.

Eat rice instead? It was an insult to her "elegant character". Miao Si crossed her arms, snorted, turned her little face to one side, and asked rather coldly:

"Are you looking for this fairy lady for something? It's strange not to sleep tonight. Normally you have to do things during the day and don't stay up late."

Huang Xuan was silent for a while and then said: "Do you still remember the two nobles I told you about last time?"

Miaosi nodded:

"Well. Didn't you take me to the Xunyang Tower that day to have a look, and asked me to write down the aura of the young Changshi and the Xie family girl. But looking back, it seems that the young Changshi doesn't like writing and pursues practical work.

.”

Huang Xuan pursed her lips: "My lady Xie has encountered difficulties recently."

"What difficulty?"

"She seems to be the Confucian Qi practitioner you mentioned. Now that she is promoted, she needs literary Qi."

"Hey, book translator?"

"I don't know, but can you go and help her?"

"Forehead……"

Miao Si looked at Huang Xuan's expectant expression and hesitated for a moment. After all, she was in the wrong tonight. She nodded and sighed:

"Okay. Where does this noble lady of the Xie family live?"

"Didn't you say you remember your breath?"

"Then there must be a general range. Xunyang City is so big, and it's so dark outside. Where can I go to find it? I eat too much, I don't grow tall, and my moral skills are still low. I don't even look at the whole city.

To be able to lock the Qi mechanism, you have to go nearby to smell the breath."

"Oh." Huang Xuan recalled the words left by the young man in the felt hat when he bought red leaves that day, tilted her head and said: "You should live in the Xunyang Prince's Mansion in Xiushui Fang..."

Miao Si tightened her face, nodded like a little adult, jumped up and touched Huang Xuan's head:

"Okay, you go to bed first, and I'll go give her some grace."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

After a while, Huang Xuan fell asleep. Miao Si finished eating the remaining ink and went out again.

She is only about the size of a palm. She hides in the darkness and travels quietly. If she encounters pedestrians or danger, she will turn into an ink ingot and pretend to be dead. She will try her best... without being discovered all the way.

However, the little girl who was on her way had a sad expression.

It wasn't Huang Xuan's troubles, but the instructions from the money-faced fairy that made her a little confused.

Finding the owner of Dielianhua is much more difficult than helping Huang Xuan's benefactor.

Huang Xuan's commission at least had a general direction, but the instructions from the money-owed fairy...

The cultural atmosphere of Xunyang City is rich and complex, and there is no general direction. If you look for it one by one, it will take who knows how long.

In addition, what if the owner of Dielianhua has not written poetry for a long time except for this poem?

There is no literary talent at all, how can she find it?

Like what she just complained to Huang Xuan, if she had the ability to see through the city's culture at a glance, Miaoshi would have run away with her bucket and applied for a job at the Confucian Academy, becoming a well-organized geek and a popular drinker.

Yes, isn’t it wonderful?

It's a pity that she is still young, not to mention the dangers of traveling far away, but if she goes to the academy now, she will be easily bullied by unscrupulous Confucian scholars. After reading a lot of books, Miao Si summed up the first rule of conduct for Mo Jing - beware of the bad scholars who trick you...

…

She is an ink master and is naturally sensitive to literary spirit. She should be present at the ink-making gatherings of elegant gentlemen and the study room of the house of poetry, calligraphy and etiquette. She is greedy for ink ingots and literary spirit. At the same time, she can also help literati, inspire inspiration and make a name for herself.

Poetry, fed back to her, complemented each other for promotion.

This is the talent of a spirit, but unfortunately, now he is following a poor girl and his young master, and he has no meal at all, and is so hungry that he faints.

Now, luckily, there is another fairy who owes money. Miao Si has already begun to think of a way out. Everyone knows how to bully Mo Jing, right?

Either threaten her to find her enemies, or persuade her to change her nature and eat rice... I may not be a human, but you are definitely a dog.

Now, the leak of his real name makes Miaosi more difficult. After all, if he can escape, the monk cannot escape from the temple.

She only has three days.

"Why do you all like the number three days? You can't change it to another one. Well, thirty days is very good. Next time I have to ask the fairy if it can be extended..."

In the midst of random thoughts, Miaosi muttered.

Soon, taking advantage of the darkness, I arrived at Prince Xunyang's Mansion. Following the breath I recorded that day in Xunyang Tower, within a few moments, the little nun came to a boudoir in a sneaky way.

The boudoir was dark, and there seemed to be no one there tonight, but the aura of that noble lady of the Xie family was definitely there.

No one is just right.

Miaosi slipped into the boudoir and looked around.

She jumped on the desk, took out the paper and ink, and was about to inject it. At this time, she caught a glimpse of a basket of familiar red leaves on the table.

It was Miaosi who guided Huang Xuan to make it. She taught Huang Xuan the poems on the red leaf folding fan and the characters she knew.

Hey, this is just right, it saves trouble... Miao Si nodded, turned into the basket, grabbed a red leaf, closed her eyes and poured in her literary energy, preparing to give the noble lady of the Xie family a surprise tomorrow.

But at this moment, Miaosi's little nose wrinkled, as if she smelled something. She opened her eyes and turned to look at the oil paper umbrellas on the table.

She suddenly put down the red leaves, jumped out of the basket, walked over and opened the oil-paper umbrella.

These oil-paper umbrellas seemed to have been exposed to the sun not long ago, and there was a fresh sunshine smell, similar to sun-baked quilts.

However, the focus of Miaosi is not on this, but on some of the above...familiar smells, as if they are familiar.

The two handwritings are not the same, but the style of writing is unmistakable.

Miao Si's face was stunned for a moment, and she took out the scrap of paper that Rong Zhen had given her not long ago.

Then she sniffed the vigorous literary aura on the oil-paper umbrella.

In the darkness, the little girl's eyes gradually widened:
Chapter completed!