"Qing'er, bring the paper and ink over."

Qing'er brought everything, including the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Huang Ye pulled out a goose feather from his pocket.

"Ah! Young Master, why do you have feathers growing on you?" Yue'er exclaimed.

Huang Ye was speechless.

"This isn't my feather; it's a goose feather, used for writing."

"How do you write with a goose feather?" Qing'er asked.

Huang Ye sharpened the feather, dipped it in ink, and began writing swiftly on the paper.

"Young Master, how did you come up with this? It's much faster to write this way."@@novelbin@@

Huang Ye didn't answer, focusing solely on his writing.

Qing'er was already accustomed to Huang Ye's unconventional ideas. Ever since he regained consciousness, everything he did was novel and unique.

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