Chapter three hundred and ninety-seven, Create something from nothing

Suyuebai had already agreed to copy a script for Han Ying's envoy.

Therefore, only then delays the time.

When she went to see Han Ying, she had already asked him to find the material she needed.

Fortunately, Su Yuebai had already given the unknown, writing the script, leaving the improved powder formula and various ways of making weapons the craftsman drew the setting. Is what posterity would call a persona.

For one thing, if the script in her hand was an orphan, it would be written, not printed.

Secondly, the paper used does not need too long, in the late emperor period can be.

Too Far Away words are not easy to find, and easy to give away.

When you are ready, this will age the paper. The older the ancient book, the harder it is to copy. But in the hands of Su Yuebai this is called "the language of the night" of the script, but was born more than ten years ago, it is much easier.

In the middle of the night, Han Ying slipped through the house, carrying the hemp paper, bamboo paper, saltpetre and so on that Su Yuebai had asked for.

In the study of a night, the next morning with a blue and black Suyuebai eye, table table table table also more a "language of the night. ".

Han Ying and mang were both half dead, their eyes bloodshot.

Due to the loss of the drawings, Su Yuebai has refused to trust and any of Lu Yanmo. She didn't even have time to hold people accountable. She just wanted to get rid of them.

Fortunately, Han Ying and Mang, though seemingly reckless, are actually meticulous.

Say Recklessness, for she did not know that recklessness made a good picture.

Only copies, of course.

"I did a copy on the black market earlier, but it wasn't very good. It was just for the rich people. "

The painting by Su Yuet-bai didn't work because it was too personal. Even the drawings are just horizontal and vertical lines. But recklessness can, because Xu Ming does not bother to study a pawn who is not worthy of his attention.

Of course, I'm sorry to put it that way.

Hu Mang was in charge of the drawings, while the words were dictated by Su Yuebai and recorded by Han Ying.

To this end, Han Ying even said with some joy: "I can not read much, write like a man to open and close, did not expect to be able to use a day. "

In short, Han Ying thought his handwriting was ugly. But it was just right for Suetsuebai.

Because the scholar who only exists in her creation, is a student of bombs, not so much of a hand injury. And because no one recognized, a skill can only rely on a strange story. Without his right hand, which he usually uses to write with, writing with only his left hand is naturally not very good.

Han Ying was left handed, which surprised her. It's like... it's like there's a destiny.

In just one day, it's a bit of a rush. But a mere imitation of something more than a decade old would be less tedious.

However, Hu Mang and Han Ying witnessed how Su Yuebai used bamboo paper and hemp paper to make them old. How to smoke paper with sulfur...

Some random material mixed together, actually made a "language of the night. ".

Riffling through the books, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I couldn't believe my eyes if I hadn't seen it written by you and me. "

It was, indeed, a tattered old book, like the most prosaic volumes on the shelves of old books. But it happened that some people surf the sand, at a glance found the value of this.

"Why do you use bamboo paper and hemp paper? "

"You see, the fact that this man had previously been able to study gunpowder with sufficient materials shows that he was a little thin-skinned. That bamboo paper home may retain some, as for hemp paper is he down and out of paper, so use. As a result, the first half of a book is his random writing, using hemp paper.

The second half was his life's work, carefully drawn on bamboo paper. Does that make sense?"

After Su Yuet-bai explained this way, it became clear that he was reckless.

At noon the next day, Su yuet-bai went to the inn where special envoy Xu was staying and handed him a brocade box.

"It's in there, " she said Shyly. "I hope you don't blame me for the poor preservation. "

Xu Special Envoy only looked at a few, then let people pick up the things, and personally sent Suyuebai away.

Wait for the person to leave, just open the box to examine carefully.

In the case of Su Yuebai, the script is not well preserved.

But many of the marks are not recent, and many are from the past... Like Grease, moth-eaten, mildew spots...

Touching the paper, the front half and the back half are also slightly different.

The designs of these weapons are like illustrations, sandwiched between words.

The story was so boring that no one wanted to read it.

"Your Excellency thinks this book is real? " Asked the attendant.

"then regard as true temporarily. " Xu Special Envoy is born Xu family, also have a little research to calligraphy and painting. A cursory glance at it shows that it is indeed too old. But that does not mean that what Madam Su said is true, this matter waits for him to arrive after capital city, will naturally send a person to investigate.

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Su Yue Bai returned to the mansion, he felt a little tired. Although settled a worry, but the follow-up will not be a problem.

Her ability to imitate had been acquired by accident, and there it was. This time it was the sword that went off the rails and sent Xu Ming away first. As for what happens in the future, it's up to God.

She had not slept well for two days, and now it seemed as if all her strength had been drained away.

It turns out that if you study weapons without permission, you will be arrested and beheaded.

Fang Ruoxiu driver hurt her, because she blocked Fang Ruoxiu road, she confessed is also, who let her bad luck.

But what about Lu Yanmo? He would risk her life for this map, for a great victory in the East Sea? What the hell does he think she is? Even though he was busy, didn't he have time to tell her next year?

Suyuebai did not want to go deep into what Lu Yanmo was thinking, but at this moment she had no way, like before trying to convince herself, Poker Face.

"Madam? " Lotus has some worry, "your face is very white? "

"No problem. It's raining and freezing today. "

Lotus hurriedly poured hot tea and handed it to her in her hands.

"I told the kitchen to prepare ginger tea. "

"No, you go down first, and leave me alone. "

Lotus was worried, but still had to obey his master's orders.

Su Yue Bai held the tea a person Zheng to sit for a while, imperceptibly in the hand's tea already thoroughly cool.

When she came to her senses, she drank the cold tea in one gulp. The cold and bitter tea soup slid down her throat and fell into the stomach bag. She shivered with excitement.

She got up slowly and looked at the darkness that had fallen. She felt cold from her body to her heart. The whole person is like immersed in the cold well water, how can not warm up.