How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

"presumptuous?"

After all, Zhu Youxiao is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, and he still has a somewhat naughty temperament.

He was immediately happy when he saw Feng Lixin, who was kneeling on the ground, dared to look at him and even say something outrageous.

Brother, although you are ugly, you think beautifully.

Do you dare to be so arrogant in my golden palace?

Aren’t you looking for death?

Sure enough, before he could say anything, the big Han general at the foot of the steps was already angry and shouted sharply.

"Bold! Feng Lixin, how dare you talk nonsense in front of the emperor! If you dare to say another word, we will kill you on the spot!"

The Han generals, Zhu Youxiao's personal bodyguards, were all the best of the Jin Yi Guards.

The man was wearing golden battle armor, holding a golden melon sledgehammer, and was eight feet tall. When he suddenly became angry, he looked like a Dharma Protector Arhat.

All the civil and military officials in Jinluan Hall also trembled.

This guy smashed his pumpkin sledgehammer on the head, and he was not allowed to lead the dog on the spot.

Li Xin glanced at the other party lightly, then looked at Zhu Youxiao above, waiting for the other party's reaction.

"Hahaha... interesting, kind of interesting!"

Zhu Youxiao had never seen someone who was not afraid of himself or the emperor, so he laughed loudly.

"That's all!"

He waved his hands at several big Han generals and told them to go back and stand.

Then he said: "Feng Lixin! Since you said it, I will allow you to be bold for a while!"

"I want to see what methods you use."

Li Xin smiled faintly, "Your Majesty, the grass people's methods are a bit strange. If it disturbs Your Majesty or hurts all of you, Your Majesty, please..."

"I forgive you for not being guilty!"

Zhu Youxiao became more and more curious and even sat up straight.

I had heard that the Feng family was unpredictable, but I had never seen it before.

If you are really capable, even if you look ugly, what's the harm in letting you build an imperial tomb?

"Get back on your feet and let me take a look."

As Zhu Youxiao raised his hand, the officials in the hall no longer dared to stop him. They even took the initiative to make room for Li Xin and looked at him curiously.

Only Wei Zhongxian rolled his eyes and cursed secretly that the Feng family was really poor in skills and it was probably an illusion.

I was almost scared to death by that bullshit fairy rope a few days ago, and now it's happening again?

I would like to see if you, Feng Lixin, can pick peaches for the little emperor.

He also spoke sharply.

"Feng Lixin, please come out quickly! If you dare to play tricks on His Majesty, don't blame us for having your head chopped off."

Wei Zhongxian took a precaution in advance. If the little emperor saw the clues, it would have nothing to do with him.

"Don't dare! Lord Factory."

Li Xin had already stood up, and after cupping his hands towards Zhu Youxiao and Wei Zhongxian, he took out one from his arms...

A brush made of pure gold.

Once the pen was taken out, it glowed with golden light in the Jinluan Palace.

Everyone became more and more curious, wondering what this person was going to do.

Li Xin spoke loudly: "Your Majesty, this is the Guanshan magic pen, and it is a family heirloom of the common people."

"It can be used to control Feng Shui, locate acupuncture points, suppress evil and exorcise evil spirits, find the shape of mountains and rivers, and condense the luck of the king..."

"The Feng family built imperial mausoleums for the previous emperors of the Ming Dynasty. It is entirely due to the effect of this work and it must not be missing..."

Li Xin boasted lightly, making the little emperor Zhu Youxiao's eyes widen when he heard it.

He even stuttered a bit when he spoke.

Suppress evil and drive away evil spirits, look for dragons and share gold.

It can even condense royal luck!

With this pen, doesn’t it mean that our Ming Dynasty will be forever established?

"Feng...Li Xin, there...is such a divine thing in the world?"

Li Xin nodded for a while: "But these are just trails. Today, the common people will show your majesty their magical powers that they have never shown before."

And supernatural powers?

As soon as he said this, everyone was intrigued by Li Xin.

Li Xin said no more, but took out an inkstone and an ink stick from his arms.

He turned around and looked at Song Lijun, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, who was in the crowd and smiled.

"Master Song, since you don't believe in the identity of Cao Min, why not come and study ink for Cao Min and confirm it with your own eyes?"

"I?"

The fat man in the crowd, Song Lijun, was immediately confused.

What the hell?

Let me, a dignified third-rank minister of the Ministry of Industry, grind ink for you?

What the hell is the difference between this and Gao Lishi taking off Li Bai's boots?

He was about to get angry, but Zhu Youxiao's voice rang in his ears.

"Song Aiqing, why don't you go quickly?"

Song Lijun didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, so he could only walk over with a flirtatious look.

The eunuch has brought water and slowly poured a few drops into the inkstone.

Song Lijun had no choice but to squat down, struggle to pick up the ink stick on the ground, put it into the inkstone and grind it for a while.

It's just that he was extremely fat and squatted on the ground, like a boar kneeling on his knees, which was extremely indecent.

When the officials saw this, they couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

Song Lijun looked annoyed when he heard the smile. He was about to turn around to see who dared to mock him, but heard Feng Lixin's voice.

"Hey! Master Song!"

"The so-called grinding method emphasizes pressing hard and pushing lightly, traveling far and near, and drawing slowly, don't rush! This technique of yours must have been inherited by some master of calligraphy!"

Song Lijun was full of anger, but he grinned after hearing Li Xin's compliment.

Nonsense.

After all, I was a tribute scholar during the Wanli period and ranked first in the second class. I can’t even sharpen the ink?

"Haha, Feng Lixin! You do have some sense."

Song Lijun couldn't get angry, so he laughed dryly and continued to sharpen the ink stick in his hand.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, he saw that there was already ink in the inkstone. He was too lazy to do it again, so he dropped the ink stick and stood up.

Who knows, Li Xin spoke again.

"Master Song, Ouyang Xun Zeng said, if the ink is light, it will hurt the spirit; if it is extremely thick, it will stagnate; if it is thick, it will be dull; if it is thin, it will reveal the bones..."

Li Xin looked surprised: "Sir, you don't think it's polished like this, right?"

amount……

Song Lijun's face turned red and he couldn't stand up anymore.

You're a fucking country boy, so you know a lot.

If he didn't stop, wouldn't he be ridiculed by everyone present?

"Nao Nao, how come I don't understand?"

He had no choice but to pick up the ink stick again and start grinding it again.

This grinding lasted another three to five minutes, and Lao Song's back hurt, his legs were weak, his hands were sore, and his face was numb.

He was sweating profusely and raised his head tremblingly.

"Feng Lixin, is this...is this okay?"

Unexpectedly, Li Xin shook his head again.

"No, no!"

"Master Song, my mountain-viewing magic brush requires five colors, six colors and seven inks to reveal its magical power."

"Sir, take a look for yourself, does the ink in this inkstone have such colors?"

"you……"

Song Lijun was immediately furious.

What is five colors, six colors and seven inks?

This is the most advanced method of ink grinding, and is generally a necessary preparation for calligraphers who want to leave a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation.

The so-called five colors refer to thick, light, moist, thirsty and white.

The six colors refer to: black, yin, wet, dry, light, and green.

The seven ink refers to: burnt, heavy, light, sticky, clear, cold, and settled.

But whether it is five colors, six colors, or seven inks, it describes the thickness of the ink.

It's the same black, but it has 18 changes.

Some are thicker than blood, some are lighter than water, some are as cold as snow, each has its own charm.

Generally, when writing or painting, one or two winks are used at most.

Now Feng Lixin wants to create eighteen colors by himself?

What a big joke!

Song Lijun was so angry that he dropped the ink stick and waved his hands.

"Master Song... you don't want to be charged with disrespecting your father because of Mo Mo, right?" Li Xin sneered.

"I……"

Song Lijun gritted his teeth and had no choice but to muster up all his strength and grind the ink stick in his hand again.

Every time you grind out a color, put it into the corner of the inkstone.

Fortunately, this inkstone is very large and can fully hold eighteen ink colors without any problem.

But this time...

Minutes and seconds passed, and a full stick of incense passed.

When Song Lijun was so exhausted that he completely collapsed.

Even the little emperor Zhu Youxiao and the civil and military officials in the hall couldn't help it.

Feng, what the hell are you doing?

Does it take so long to use a magical power?

"Feng Lixin!"

Zhu Youxiao frowned and said coldly: "Are you not ready yet?"

Seeing that the heat was finally almost done, Li Xin raised his head and laughed loudly.

"Your Majesty! Mr. Song has polished the ink for the common people, and the common people will use their methods now..."

"call!"

When Song Lijun heard this, he immediately threw away the ink stick in his hand, sweating profusely, and collapsed on the ground.

At the same time, he looked at Li Xin bitterly.

Grandma has legs, boy!

When I regain my breath, I will deal with you to death.

In his opinion, if it hadn't been for this episode, Feng Lixin would have been pushed out of the Meridian Gate and beheaded.

Li Xin, however, was no longer too lazy to pay attention to this idiot. He picked up the Guanshan Magic Pen and dipped it hard into the inkstone.

Those eighteen colors were all mixed together and absorbed into the Guanshan Magic Brush.

Afterwards, Li Xin walked straight towards a thick column in the Jinluan Hall under the imperial steps.

He walked until he was in front of the column, raised his magic pen high, and painted hard on the left eye of the golden dragon carved on the column.

He laughed loudly and said: "Your Majesty, gentlemen, this is..."

“The finishing touch!”

After saying that, he applied it to the other eye and laughed again.

"It is said that the clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, the saint works and all things can be seen!"

"Everyone..."

"Listen to the dragon's roar!"

There was a bang.

As soon as Li Xin finished speaking, tremendous changes occurred in the Jinluan Palace.