He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 71 Everyone grinds ink, and the maid pours wine.

As soon as Qin Chuan said this,

The little maid Qiao'er immediately came over, ready to take the inkstone from the desk, clearly intending for her to grind the ink.

Qin Chuan waved his hand, signaling her to step back, his gaze fixed on Liu Rushi's face, his tone leaving no room for discussion: "You come here."

Qiao'er's hand froze in mid-air, her eyes wide open, looking at Qin Chuan and then at her young mistress, her face full of disbelief.

She began, "Steward Qin, my young lady's hands are for writing poetry, painting, and playing the zither. She doesn't even need to lift a finger to serve tea or water. How can you let her do this kind of work? Not to mention you, even the high-ranking officials and nobles in the city have never dared to ask their young lady to do such a thing..."

Her voice grew louder and louder as she spoke, clearly indicating her extreme dissatisfaction with Qin Chuan's request.

Just as she was about to say something more, Liu Rushi raised her hand and gently stopped her.

"Qiao'er".

Qiao'er was stunned. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but when she met Liu Rushi's eyes, she swallowed her words and reluctantly stepped aside. However, her eyes were still glaring at Qin Chuan, and her lips were puffed out, clearly showing that she was somewhat unconvinced.

Liu Rushi glanced at the inkstone, then looked up at Qin Chuan, a smile playing on her lips. There was no anger or reluctance in her smile; instead, there was a hint of playful anticipation.

She then stood up and walked gracefully to the desk.

She stretched out her slender hands, picked up the ink stick, gently poured some water into the inkstone, and then began to grind the ink slowly and deliberately.

The movements were neither too fast nor too slow, nor too light nor too heavy. Round and round, the water and ink gradually blended in the inkstone, achieving a perfect balance of light and dark.

Qin Chuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on the hands grinding ink, and a feeling of indescribable comfort welled up inside him.

It wasn't because the ink she ground was so good, but because she was the one grinding the ink.

There is a saying that goes,

Men conquer the world, women conquer men.

But for men,

Actually, conquering a woman can be very fulfilling, especially when she is an extremely beautiful woman.

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled.

In high spirits, he turned to Qiao'er, who was still glaring at him, and said, "Qiao'er, right? Go and get me a pot of good wine."

Qiao'er's eyes widened; this time, she truly didn't know what to say.

Making the young lady grind ink was already outrageous enough, but this person actually ordered her around?

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Liu Rushi.

Liu Rushi lowered her head and continued grinding ink, a smile playing on her lips as she said, "Go."

Qiao'er bit her lip, stomped her foot, turned around and went out the door, muttering something under her breath. You could vaguely hear the words "lawless" and "ungrateful".

The room quieted down, with only the soft sound of the ink stick slowly turning on the inkstone remaining.

Qin Chuan stood to the side, watching the renowned Master Liu grind ink for him, and had to admit to himself that...

This woman is indeed beautiful.

Qiao'er went out with her cheeks puffed out, and soon returned carrying a vermilion lacquered tray.

On the tray lay a celadon wine pot and two small wine cups. She slammed the tray down on the coffee table, the bottom of the wine pot hitting the wooden surface with a dull thud, clearly venting all her dissatisfaction with Qin Chuan on the wine.

She glared at Qin Chuan, about to say something, when she saw Qin Chuan nod his chin toward the wine cup and say without looking up, "Pour it."

Qiao'er took a deep breath, her chest heaving twice.

But Liu Rushi was still grinding ink at the table, the smile on her lips never fading from beginning to end.

She dared not spoil her young mistress's mood, so she gritted her teeth, picked up the wine pot, and poured a cup for Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The liquor, upon entering the throat, has a spicy flavor with a refreshing sweetness.

Fine wine!

He looked up at the desk, where Liu Rushi had just finished grinding the ink stick one last time, and the ink in the inkstone was just the right consistency.

She put down the ink stick, wiped the ink stain on her fingertips with a handkerchief, and looked up at him. Her foxy eyes held a hint of expectation and curiosity, clearly eager to know what the person in front of her would "write".

"Here's a pen." Qin Chuan held out his hand.

Liu Rushi raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not ask any further questions. She turned around and picked up a wolf-hair brush from the brush holder. The brush handle was made of fine Xiangfei bamboo, and the brush tip was long and full.

She walked over to Qin Chuan and handed him the calligraphy brush with both hands.

Qin Chuan took the brush, dipped it in ink, and walked to the scroll spread out on the coffee table.

The painting still depicts the same woman from before, her back to the viewer, quietly leaning against the window.

Qin Chuan paused for a moment with his wrist suspended in the blank space on the left side of the drawing paper, and then put down his brush.

The brushstrokes spread across the paper like flowing clouds and water, the ink sometimes thick and sometimes thin, each stroke connected in a continuous flow.

Liu Rushi stood beside him, her gaze following the movement of the wolf-hair brush. As she watched a line of large, flowing characters grow from the paper, her eyes shifted from curiosity to focus, and then from focus to something indescribable.

"I find the green hills charming, and I suppose the green hills find me just as charming."

Qin Chuan put down his brush, took a half step back, picked up the Xuan paper, gently blew away the ink, and handed it to Liu Rushi.

Liu Rushi took the Xuan paper, her gaze fixed on it, lingering for a long time.

These two lines are short, yet profound in meaning.

The first line describes the poet's appreciation and admiration for the green mountains, while the second line takes a turn, calmly and confidently stating that the green mountains should view him in the same way.

The most ingenious part is that the phrase "应如是" (ying ru shi) is cleverly incorporated into her name, clearly indicating that the phrase was specially given to her.

Qin Chuan was telling her,

When I see you, it's like seeing the enchanting green mountains; and when you see me, it's probably the same for you.

"What a wonderful phrase, 'I suppose the green hills see me as such.'"

Liu Rushi read it aloud softly, her tone carrying a hint of indescribable emotion.

She looked up at her side, wanting to say something, but found that the figure who wrote the poem had already left.

Qiao'er, standing to the side, unconsciously recited softly: "I find the green hills charming, and I suppose the green hills find me just as charming."

Having followed Liu Rushi for so long, she naturally became able to distinguish between good and bad poetry through constant exposure.

These two lines of poetry possess both a broad vision and an ingenious mind, especially the phrase "应如是" (should be so), which is perfectly integrated.

She was somewhat unwilling to believe it: "Miss, did that manager really write this? How could a gambling den manager write such sentences?"

Liu Rushi did not answer, but simply looked at the painting in front of her.

After a moment, as if she had thought of something, she immediately said, "Qiao'er, go and call Sister Feng. I want this poem, along with my name, to spread far and wide, not just in Qinghe County, but in the prefectural city, the provincial capital, as far as it can go..."

Qiao'er responded and ran out the door, lifting her skirt.

Liu Rushi's breathing gradually became rapid.

She had already foreseen that once the poem was circulated, her name, along with the two lines, would be recited repeatedly by countless people.

Thinking of this,

Liu Rushi could not hide her excitement either; her pupils instantly turned into vertical slits.

at the same time,

A fluffy white fox tail also emerged from behind her.

Liu Rushi, however, seemed oblivious, simply gazing at the painting before her, murmuring to herself.

"Xiaoxiaosheng... Qin... Chuan..."

"Eek~~~"