I Conquer the World For My Duke

Soong Yiqing curiously stuck his head in. "What should I do?"

"Why not divide this wooden board into small pieces and create one piece for each word? If that's the case, then it would be a single word and it would not be too troublesome to carve it again. Miss Bai wants to say this, right? "

Feng Linyuan asked politely, his voice calm and gentle.

Bai Zheng was startled. This Marquis Dingyuan was quite wise indeed. Just based on the point that she proposed, she could immediately think of a good solution. Wasn't the thing that he proposed movable type printing?

Soong Yiqing's eyes lit up, he pinched the handle of his fan and patted his hands while exclaiming: "Amazing! "Linyuan, this idea of yours is truly wonderful!"

Feng Linyuan's gentle eyes revealed a smile, there was no sense of satisfaction in his voice: "I'm afraid that Miss Bai has a better way."

Bai Zheng shook her head. Mud printing required special kinds of clay to be refined into glue and at the moment, it was not easy to make. She could only make do with wooden boards for the time being.

Seeing Bai Zheng shake her head, Soong Yiqing's face revealed a look of disappointment, and then he laughed.

"Then Miss Bai will think of a better way to tell this Song later. Right now, I will have to trouble Miss Bai to first teach them paper making, and then I will go to arrange matters regarding printing. "

With that, she swished her beautiful clothes and elegantly left.

This Soong Yiqing was actually quite straightforward. Bai Zheng smiled as she watched him leave, and her gaze unwittingly landed on Feng Linyuan who was seated at the side.

It was a cloudy day, and the sun was covered by layers of clouds. The only thing left of the ginkgo in the end of winter was a bare branch. Under the cover of the sky, it gave a desolate feeling. Wearing green clothes, Feng Linyuan leaned against the tree leisurely. From afar, he looked like an exquisite painting.

"Miss Bai, we have already picked these reeds." a craftsman asked carefully when he saw her lost in thought.

Bai Zheng came back to reality and apologetically smiled. She started to teach her step by step.

Feng Linyuan leaned on the Liufeng and closed his eyes to rest. In the quiet courtyard, only Bai Zheng's gentle voice could be heard, gently and patiently instructing the artisans to cut the hemp, wash and soak in gray water.

It was such a complicated process, yet a little girl could think of such a thing. Feng Linyuan smiled as he listened.

"Miss Bai, is it right to do this?" a craftsman asked in a low voice.

"The beating must be done in the same direction. The strength should not be too great or too small. I'll demonstrate it once. You just watch."

As Bai Zheng said this, she rolled up her sleeves. In this era, large sleeves were really too inconvenient to work with. Fortunately, she had ordered Zhuling to make the sleeves much smaller two days ago. She grabbed the stick in the craftsman's hand and was about to demonstrate it when the weight of the stick almost caused her to rush into the slurry pool.

Hearing the craftsmen's cries of alarm, Feng Linyuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked through the crowd, seeing that Bai Zheng who was barely leaning on the wooden stick to regain her balance, for some reason, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Bai Zheng helplessly looked at this wooden stick that looked unremarkable, but was actually so heavy that she could barely lift it. She didn't know how to make a move for a moment.

This era's items were all real and not lies. Even this wooden stick was genuine!

Bai Zheng glanced at the craftsmen surrounding her, who were waiting for her to demonstrate more. She knew that they did not understand the method she had described, so she tried to raise her wooden stick again.

If it was her previous life, Bai Zheng would not be so useless to him. It was a pity that her current body could not even walk outside the door and could not even lift a stick.

Unsurprisingly, under the startled cries of the craftsmen, the wooden stick that Bai Zheng shakily picked up fell to the ground once again, splashing paper everywhere and touching the bodies of everyone around him.

Bai Zheng glanced at the blacksmith apologetically, his gaze suddenly knocking onto Feng Linyuan who was seated far away.

Separated by the crowd, she could clearly see that Feng Linyuan was still looking at her with eyes that were deep, gentle, and even hid a faint smile, as if he was watching a good show.

Watching a show?

Watching a show was expensive.

"Master Hou." Bai Zheng called out, "Master Hou is extremely intelligent, you must be able to understand the method that Bai Zheng just mentioned, can you demonstrate it for Bai Zheng to see?"

The smile on Feng Linyuan's face gradually deepened, but he did not move, and his tone was gentle as he replied: "Try again, if you still can't raise your head, then this marquis will help you again."

Bai Zheng frowned, "Master Hou said this." After saying that, he didn't use too much strength and only pretended to lift the wooden stick.

The wooden stick was easily lifted by Bai Zheng.

At this moment, everyone cried out in alarm once again.

Only, it was different from the "ah" sound from before. This time, the craftsmen let out an exclamation of "wah" from their mouths.

Bai Zheng looked at the wooden stick that was already hanging in the air, and couldn't help but open her eyes wide.

She did not use any strength, not even a little bit, but the stick seemed to be held by a big hand. Bai Zheng was almost certain that even if she let go of the wooden stick in her hand, she wouldn't fall down.

"Since Miss Bai has raised his wooden stick, should I personally demonstrate it?" As Feng Linyuan said that, he used even more strength in his palm, causing the wooden stick in his hand to begin to stir gently.

Seeing that the smiths were fully focused on seeing the way the wooden stick was being stirred, Bai Zheng had no time to care about Feng Linyuan, she could only demonstrate seriously.

Unknowingly, the sunlight had already leapt out of the clouds and onto Feng Linyuan's body, warming him. He stood up and stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

Only after Bai Zheng finished teaching all the steps of paper making did she manage to escape and slowly walked towards Feng Linyuan.

Facing the sunlight, Bai Zheng was blinded for a moment.

She narrowed her eyes and saw a man in green clothes standing upright. His entire body was sprinkled with a faint golden light, and he had a grandeur that was above everyone else when they first met him.

If it wasn't for the fact that the heavens were jealous of him, this duke Dingyuan would have been riding a horse across the world with the vigor of a mountain, like an unsheathed sharp sword.

How could he be like this, dragging a weak and sickly body, gentle and reserved like a smooth jade?

Bai Zheng suppressed her emotions and bowed: "Thank you, Master Hou."

Feng Linyuan turned around and instantly retracted the aura around him, as if it was just an illusion of Bai Zheng's. With a gentle expression, he said, "This marquis heard of Miss Bai's paper crafting, so this little favor is worth helping anyway. Miss Bai is too polite. "

Bai Zheng raised her head, and the steps on her bun swayed slightly, following her movements. Because of Feng Linyuan's turn, the sunlight that no longer obstructed him shined on the topaz stone on his tail, reflecting a blinding light.

The Liufeng that was standing not far away was blinded by the light. Suddenly, all its hair stood up, and its eyes turned a terrifying scarlet color.

Bai Zheng smiled faintly. Just as she was about to say something, she heard a terrifying scream from an artificer behind him.

Ah!