Chapter 89 It turns out that characters can be written like this!
The fat steward turned around and saw Feng Linche standing behind him. He blinked in disbelief, he, he read it right?! Their cold and majestic prince could also laugh?! And he smiled so...sunnyly!!
"Slave... I have met the prince..." Qiao Ling, who was also shocked, came to her senses first and saluted. However, she saw that a certain prince still had a thin lips and a faint smile, and his starry eyes were looking in Zhuo Ye's direction, completely ignoring her. the meaning of……
Qiao Ling hurriedly ran to Zhuo Ye, who had already gotten up, and took out the handkerchief to wipe away the dust, bird droppings and other dirt on her body.
"Don't move!" Zhuo Ye shouted.
Qiao Ling was startled and quickly stopped her hand.
"That... is dirty..." Zhuo Ye grinned in embarrassment. Speaking of which, it still stinks!
"What are you doing?" Feng Lince asked with a smile.
"Catch the goose! Can't you see the prince?" Zhuo Ye said angrily. Seeing the crooked smile on Feng Lince's face, Zhuo Ye roared in his heart: "Damn! Aren't you an iceberg? You continue to have a paralyzed face!" Smile! Smile! Smile! Are you showing off your teeth? Or your facial muscles are spasming!"
"What are you doing catching geese?" Feng Lince put away his smile, put his hands behind his back, and asked casually.
"Make a goose feather duster! It is said to be stronger and more durable than a chicken feather duster, and it hurts more when you hit someone!" Zhuo Ye said through gritted teeth.
Feng Linche looked at Zhuo Ye angrily and raised the corners of his lips. He knew that she was still angry with him for kissing her yesterday...
"Go, help the girl catch the goose." Feng Lince said to the fat steward who was standing beside him.
"Ah? Ah... Yes, Your Majesty..." The fat steward finally came back to his senses and responded quickly.
I saw the fat steward picking up a bamboo pole from a pergola, shouting and throwing the goose into the coop. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed a big fat white goose...
Zhuo Ye, it turns out this is how the geese are caught...
Qiao Ling hurriedly reached out and took the dejected big white goose handed over by the fat steward, and asked Zhuo Ye: "Girl, where do you want this goose feather?"
"I'll do it!" Zhuo Ye held down the big white goose in Qiao Ling's hand, picked out a few of the longest and thickest hair tubes on the goose's wings, and then said, "Let it go." He continued to catch the goose. The fat steward said: "No need to arrest me, that's enough."
Just a few of these are enough? Aren't you going to make goose feather dusters? Qiao Ling and the fat steward looked at each other.
Seeing that the goose feathers were in hand, Zhuo Ye said to Feng Linche: "If nothing happens to the prince, Zhuo Ye will leave first." After saying that, without waiting for Feng Linche to say anything, Zhuo Ye turned around and left...
Qiao Ling had already seen Zhuo Ye's attitude towards Feng Lince, so she wasn't too surprised. She blessed Feng Lince and chased after him while holding up her skirt.
When the fat steward saw Zhuo Ye's disdain for Feng Lince, he became confused again! This day had given him enough stimulation...
"Don't you have to go back and do some work?" Feng Lince glanced at the man in charge who was working on the statue with a blank expression, and said coldly.
"Slave, I'll go right away..." When the fat steward heard this, his body suddenly trembled, and he replied in a cold sweat.
Feng Lince ignored him and left.
Once back at Fenglin Garden, Zhuo Ye immediately asked Qiao Ling to prepare water!
After taking off his clothes stained with poultry excrement and taking a hot bath, Zhuo Ye began to study making quills. Qiao Ling looked on at the side with confusion.
When Zhuo Ye used the successfully made quill to skillfully write words on the white paper with weird gestures, Qiao Ling couldn't help but widen her almond-shaped eyes in surprise!
It turns out that calligraphy can be written like this! It turns out that goose feathers can be used in this way! It turns out that girls’ handwriting can be written so beautifully!
Although this quill pen is not as smooth as a fountain pen or ballpoint pen, it is much more comfortable than a writing brush. Zhuo Ye sighed inwardly. Although it may still look weird in the eyes of others, it is still higher than when she took out a ballpoint pen.
The products of science and technology may be more acceptable...