The pen used to write the plaque is much thicker than that used for normal writing. Mi Feixueren is small and his hands are small, so it seems difficult to hold it.
Mi August had no intention of helping. The reason why she asked Mi Feixue to write was because Mi Feixue was a member of the family, so the two of them named each other and had a perfect parent-child interaction. Secondly, Mi Feixue has special abilities, and Mi August feels that it would be better for her to write the story than to write the story for herself in person.
As for the last point, Mi August considers that he is not as good at calligraphy as Mi Feixue.
The girl, who was several years old, was holding a thick brush. Before writing, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Mi August.
Mi August smiled gently.
Mi Feixue was so nervous that her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she lowered her head to face the plaque, she returned to her usual cold expression.
It looks quite impressive. Mi August looked at the little guy’s profile and thought amusedly.
There is one ‘person’ who is actually more nervous than Mi Feixue.
Zhai Ling stared straight at the pen in Mi Feixue’s hand.
Then the pen was written on the plaque——
…
【Night Spring Breeze (Dian Ling)】
[spiritual object]
[The palace creatures, the palace and the home, are of infinite utility]
[It can’t be done without it within the scope of Ye Chunfeng. Only you can’t think of it. It’s so powerful at home robbery that everyone else is envious and cries.]
[…]
In the evening, Mi Feixue had already gone to the night tour class. At this time, more than an hour had passed since she wrote the plaque for the old house and hung it up.
Mi August opened the book of good and evil and looked at the original page of the house spirit. Seeing the changed words on it, he was a little surprised but also expected. He rubbed the page with his fingertips and fell into deep thought.
My relatives are here. I feel unwell and my writing is a bit slow. I will be fine once I get through these difficult first two days_(:з」∠)_(Congratulations to the housekeeper for mentioning your name today)
That night, Mi August stayed in the old house to rest. In the quiet night, the old house changed quietly.
The disciples of Siye Mansion who were passing by on patrol suddenly saw something wrong with the outer wall of the old house. The leader of the team stopped, and the others behind them also stamped their feet and followed each other’s gaze to look at the old house.
“Huh!?”
“Night Spring Breeze?”
“The plaque is up!”