"That's right." Zhang Rui immediately smiled when he heard them. He quickly took out a pen and paper from his arms and handed it to them.

Yang Yingju, who took the pen and ink paper handed over by Zhang Rui, just looked at Zhang Rui without any intention of taking action.

Seeing this, Zhang Rui urged: "You are writing it! Why are you looking at me?"

"I want to write this too! But if you don't have ink, paper and ink, how can you write it without inkstone grinding?" Yang Yingju complained and said

"This inkstone is so thick, who can carry it with you? Now, just grind the ink with this stone and write it casually!" As he said that, Zhang Rui picked up a relatively smooth "horse pebbles" (a type of quartz stone, with a surface.

Very smooth), handed it to Yang Yingju.

Yang Yingju took the stone and was still watching Zhang Rui not moving.

"So what's wrong?" Zhang Rui looked at Yang Yingju, who was still not moving, and asked hurriedly again.

"This... has ink inkstone, but there is no water. How can I grind ink without water?" Yang Yingju complained innocently.

"You can really do something. Come on, I can grind the ink for you." As he said that, Zhang Rui snatched the ink and stones from Yang Yingju's hand.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Rui pressed his tongue against his upper palate. After the ** in his mouth was full, he spat a few saliva at the stone, and then quickly ground out the ink with ink and handed it to Yang Yingju.

"It's really vulgar." Yang Yingju whispered in a disgust, but he still honestly took the stone handed over by Zhang Rui with ink.

Then, Yang Yingju put them in a relatively flat large stone next to him. Then he started writing.

Zhang Rui looked at Yang Yingju's writing, neat and tidy, and his strokes were stylish and powerful. He couldn't help but comment: "This word is written very well, and there is strength between the strokes. It's not a bad thing that he is a governor and is educated.

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Although the writing is not good, when Yang Yingju heard the simple compliment from Zhang Ruiyouxin, he couldn't help but say happily and modestly: "Sixth brother has been too awarded. This writing is basic and nothing is considered."

"This is very good. I may not be able to write so neatly and beautifully after spending a few years. Okay, you can just press a finger to print it." Zhang Rui stopped talking, but then

Instructed

"How can I press my fingers without red mud?" Yang Yingju asked again and asked.

"What kind of red mud is needed? Just stick some ink with your thumb and press it down. I'm not picky." Zhang Rui looked speechless.

"Of course you are not picky anymore, that's your saliva. But I'm picky!" After hearing Zhang Rui's words, Yang Yingju complained secretly in his heart. Then he shook his head and said to Zhang Rui:

"No, it's not possible, it's not possible if it's not red ink, and it's not recognized by law. Since I've written it, I'm not going to do it better. I have such a personality. If there's no red ink, please forgive me for not being able to press this finger print."

"You need red ones? Is there such a saying?" Zhang Rui couldn't help asking a question when he heard Yang Yingju's strange reason.

"Of course, I have been an official for many years, but I can still deceive your sixth brother. If you don't believe me, go and ask, which court does not use red mud when pressing your fingers?" Yang Yingju was serious and innocent, and his mouth was even more vague.

Said firmly

"If I deceive your sixth brother, you come over and chop me at any time. I will never have any complaints about you."

Sitku next to him looked at Yang Yingju and said, since he was so stunned that he could not help but laugh: "So civil servants are so colorful that they can find them without pressing their fingers.

Such a reason. Especially seeing how honest and selfless he is, it is really admirable."

"Red mud, only red. Where can I find red mud? Red..." Zhang Rui said in his mouth after listening to Yang Yingju's words.

"Yes, it's a red one." Yang Yingju reminded him as if he was kind.

"Since that's the case, then General, come here." Zhang Rui looked at Yang Yingju's stubborn face, and I didn't even want to hit me. So he looked at Siteku, not far from Yang Yingju's side.

Wave to say

Yang Yingju looked at Zhang Rui calling Sitku over, and thought that Zhang Rui asked Sitku over to take over his position and wrote his notes. The matter of pressing fingers was just passing.

Thinking that he could coax Zhang Rui in the last one, Yang Yingju couldn't help but feel happy. He thought he was full of qi cultivation skills, and he couldn't help but smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sitku looked at Zhang Rui calling him over, and thought that the handprint was no longer needed to be pressed. Now he just asked him to go over and write the note he should write.

Especially when Sitku passed by Yang Yingju, he suddenly saw Yang Yingju's slightly raised smile on his lips and Yang Yingju's consciously giving up the place where he wrote, Sitku even more affirmed his thoughts.

"How much does a note without finger printing do? It's just to get it in front of the emperor. At that time, we can say that this thief is asking someone to copy our notes and criticize us."

So, with admiration for Yang Yingju and fantasy of his own thoughts, Sitku appeared in front of Zhang Rui without any guard or any concerns.

"hiss…"

Very slight sound of tearing clothes

"ah!"

A severe pain came from Sitku's left arm into his brain, making him scream.

"What do you want to do?"

Sitku quickly covered his arm that was bleeding from his desperately with his hands and shouted at Zhang Rui.

It was not until this time that Sitku discovered that Zhang Rui was holding a short black-body pig-killing knife in his right hand.

The blade of the pig-killing knife was sharpened and shone with dazzling light under the sunlight. Through the light, you can see a trace of small blood beads.

"It's okay, it's okay. Didn't Governor Yang Yingju say he had to ask for red mud! He also reminded him to ask for red ones. I was thinking, since it was red, the blood was red." Zhang Rui covered his face and covered his face.

Sitku of the arm explained

"I originally wanted to cut off Governor Yang Yingju's arm. But he wrote this good handwriting well, and he had a civil servant, so it would not be easy to recover if he was injured. Since you are a colleague with him and a military general, you think you will be injured.

It's easier to recover."

"I'm also thinking about you carefully. Do you think this is the reason?" After that, Zhang Rui showed that you have to thank me.

Looking at Zhang Rui's appearance, Sitku wanted to punch him.

But he dared not do this unless he really wanted to die. Since he endured the humiliation that had been so humiliated before, there was no reason to fail in the end.

So, ten thousand "grass mud horses" passed by in his heart, and gave "friendly" greetings to Yang Yingju's 18th generation ancestors, and even a "super etiquette" greeting to the female members of his family.

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"Go to your sister Yang Yingju, I want a bird's red mud. I have never heard of it for so many years. I must press my fingers to be recognized by the law."
Chapter completed!