The color was transparent and smooth. It was currently the middle of the night, and the sun was at its brightest. The Night-Luminescent Pearl still emitted a dim light. If it was at night, it would not be a problem to illuminate a room!
Even Ying Pingan, who had seen countless treasures in the future, was amazed by this!
"Ping 'an, this luminous pearl is expensive. How about I give it to you?”
"Although this luminous pearl is very good! But I still like that inkstone!"
Ying Pingan looked at the luminous pearl, then looked at the white jade inkstone. After some calculations, he said in a slightly awkward manner. "Err…! Alright then!"
Helplessly, Ying Zheng could only nod.
Ying Pingan climbed up the table and picked up the inkstone, revealing a reluctant look.
Looking at the glowing luminous pearl, he seemed to be in a dilemma!
Seeing that the timing was right, Ying Zheng hurriedly tried to persuade him," Ping 'an, those Night Illumination Pearls are tributes from the Western Regions, and there is no other one like them in the entire Great Qin Empire. They are much more precious than the inkstone in your hand!"”
These words were true.
In terms of value, a luminous pearl was worth ten white jade inkstones.
However, the white jade inkstone was of great significance to Ying Zheng, and he really could not bear to part with it!
"Father, I like this inkstone very much, but I can't bear to part with that luminous pearl.”
Ying Pingan hesitated for a long while, then looked at Ying Zheng and said.
Ying Zheng couldn't wait for him to choose the Night-Luminescent Pearl, so he agreed without thinking.
"Alright, take it if you like it!"
Ying Zheng personally handed the luminous pearl to Ying Pingan.
Ying Pingan picked up the Night-Luminescent Pearl and ran away." Thank you, Father. I'll go back first!"”
"Yes!"
"What is it? Wait…"
"Leave?"
"Where are you going?"
"You haven't told me what the second half of the poem is!”
Ying Zheng nodded subconsciously at first, but he immediately reacted.
This kid wants to leave after taking the Night-Luminescent Pearl?
"Shi? What poem?"
Ying Pingan stopped in his tracks and turned around to ask with a puzzled face.
"Feiyu, I gave you the Night-Luminescent Pearl. You should tell me the second half of the poem, right?”
"Stop! I used the Pure Yang Inkstone to exchange for the Night-Luminescent Pearl. It wasn't given to me by my father. Why would I give me a poem?”
"Then when you took the Pure Yang Inkstone, you didn't tell me the second half of the poem!”
"I didn't take my father's Pure Yang Inkstone, why would I give him a poem?”
"But you took my Night-Luminescent Pearl. You can't take it for free!”
"How can that be called taking for free? Didn't I exchange the Pure Yang Inkstone for the Night-Luminescent Pearl? Father, don't bully me just because I'm young!"
"Then the Pure Yang Inkstone was taken for nothing!"
"Father, the Pure Yang Inkstone is clearly still on your table. I didn't take it at all! Why doesn't it make sense?"
……
Ying Zheng stood up immediately, looking at the inkstone lying on the table, and then at Ying Pingan's innocent face. He immediately fell into self-doubt.
Qian Hao, who was behind him, was even more dumbfounded. He kept counting with his fingers.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for playing a fool with Ying Zheng. The reward is the gunpowder manufacturing skill!
Hearing the mechanical voice in his mind, the smile on Ying Feiyu's face grew even wider!
Humph! He had guessed that this move would definitely earn him a reward from Ying Zheng!
I still have to thank my Brother Bao for this!
"Father, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first!”
Ying Pingan waved goodbye to Ying Zheng.
Let him slowly calculate it himself!
"Stop!"
"Brat, you're tricking me!"
Ying Pingan had just lifted one of his little feet, but before he could land on the ground, Ying Zheng's sonorous voice rang out in his ears.
"Tricks?"
Damn it!
They had only been together for a few days, and he had already learned the word 'set-up'?
"Royal Father, how can you use the word 'set'? Tell me if what I said just now makes sense!”
Ying Pingan turned his head and smiled at Ying Zheng.
"What kind of logic is that? I gave away a treasure and got nothing. If it's not a trap, what else can it be?”
Ying Zheng placed his hands on his hips, looking slightly angry.
Hearing this, Qian Hao, who was still bending his fingers behind him, suddenly understood!
His Majesty was indeed His Majesty. He understood so quickly!
In fact, he didn't need to care about what he exchanged for. As long as he understood that he didn't get any benefits from giving out something, it was right!
"Hehe, father, your son is still young. Do you really think that I used an inkstone to exchange for the luminous pearl?”
"Since father likes that poem, then I'll tell father!”
With his trick exposed and his reward obtained, Ying Pingan didn't try to hide anything. Instead, he ran back to Ying Zheng's table with his short legs.
He took out a piece of white paper, grabbed the Werewolf Hair, and started waving it on the paper.
"That's more like it!"
Ying Zheng stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction, then sat back down and waited patiently.
"The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are still there, the city is deep in spring. I feel the tears of the flowers, and I hate the birds who bid farewell.”
"The beacon fire lasts for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. White hair scratched even shorter, muddy want not to hold the hairpin!”
Ying Pingan mumbled as he wrote.
After listening to the second half of the poem, a strange feeling welled up in Ying Zheng's heart.
The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the letter from home was worth ten thousand gold!
On the battlefield, Great Qin's good sons fought desperately; a letter from home was worth more than ten thousand gold!
This was also the reason why he had to unify all the countries!
The various countries fought and wars occurred frequently. Only by unifying the various countries could the wars be alleviated and the people could recuperate!
"Alright! Father, I've finished writing, take a look!”
After writing the last word, Ying Pingan held the white paper, blew on it continuously, and handed it over to Ying Zheng.
"Hiss?"
Taking the poem, Ying Zheng immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to believe his eyes.
"This…this…you wrote this?”
"Then who does father think it is?"
Ying Pingan immediately rolled his eyes.
She had written it in front of him just now. Was she blind?
"But…this is completely different from just now!”
At this moment, Ying Zheng's attention was no longer on the poem itself, but on the vigorous and powerful words.
Such a piece of calligraphy was definitely not inferior to those famous calligraphers. Some people would believe that it was written by a famous calligrapher!
Previously, the only one who could write well in the palace was Zhao Gao, and it was precisely because of this that Ying Zheng sent him to be Huhai's teacher!
And the words in front of him were way better than Zhao Gao's!
Even Ying Zheng himself was not even one-tenth of it!
In this era, there was a lack of entertainment. Other than drinking and visiting brothels, the upper-class people only wrote poems, appreciated paintings, and practiced calligraphy!
This child was already good at poetry and calligraphy at such a young age. What would happen if he grew up?
"Father, your son doesn't like to be ostentatious. There were too many people just now!”
Ying Pingan quickly found an excuse.
In fact, even he himself did not notice that he had written it based on his feelings. It was already like this when he came out!
It was a completely natural reaction. If Ying Zheng had not said anything, he would not have noticed it himself!
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