Ga! Mo Qiqi's wandering thoughts were immediately brought back, and she increased her speed in her hands, grinding the ink vigorously.
Jun Qianche tried his best to suppress his anger and said coldly: "Have you ever seen anyone grinding ink like this? Grinding the ink lightly and licking the pen hard, never heard of it?"
Mo Qiqi threw the things away angrily and said dissatisfied: "It doesn't work even if it's light, it doesn't work if it's heavy, how can you be satisfied?"
Jun Qianche suppressed his anger and said: "I told you to do as I say. The most important thing to avoid when grinding ink is impatience. Don't press the ink ingot with gravity. The grinding surface of the ink ingot should be placed flat on the surface of the inkstone, with even force and speed, grinding in one direction, like this The ink produced is fine and easy to use.”
Mo Qiqi followed Jun Qianche's instructions and really produced ink. She said happily: "Haha, I really produced ink. Your Majesty, you are so awesome."
Jun Qianche looked at her fussing look and asked puzzledly: "How do you usually write with ink? You don't even understand these."
"I usually don't use ink!" Mo Qiqi blurted out and looked at Jun Qianche. Seeing him sizing her up, she realized that she had let slip and quickly changed her words: "I usually don't grind ink, it's all half-flavored. After grinding it, I use it directly, so it’s not surprising that I don’t understand these things!” In modern times, there are all ready-made inks, who knows how to grind ink. How many people are writing with brushes again!
Jun Qianche did not continue this topic, looked away, and began to review the memorial.
After Mo Qiqi studied the ink for a while, she felt her wrists were sore. She waved her hands and complained, "Your Majesty, this grinding the ink is too tiring."
"You have an impatient temper. This method can help you calm down and cultivate your character." Jun Qianche didn't even raise his head.
Mo Qiqi made a shooting gesture at him, and then said with a smile: "Hey, Your Majesty, I think it's easier to cook porridge. I'd better cook porridge for you! This time I'll find a palace maid to help me get promoted." Fire, I'm sure it can help you cook a bowl of delicious porridge." Grinding ink is too boring.
"You are the mother of a country, not a cook. Can you do something consistent with your status?" He continued to review the memorial with his head lowered.
"Is studying ink consistent with one's status? Food is the most important thing for people. What a sense of accomplishment it is to cook!"
Jun Qianche ignored her.
Mo Qiqi looked at him. His jade-like sculptured appearance and perfect eyebrows complemented his heroic spirit. His thin lips were pressed tightly together and his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was troubled by something. However, this frowning look was even more disturbing. Awe comes from the bottom of my heart.
Seeing that he remained silent, Mo Qiqi gained the courage to continue: "Your Majesty, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your Emperor's acquiescence. I'll go right now." She turned around and was about to leave.
Jun Qianche suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, using a slight force, Mo Qiqi followed the force and fell into his arms.
When their eyes met, Mo Qiqi was startled at such a close distance. She immediately smiled stupidly and reached out to touch his chest and said, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you!"
Little did she know that this move was very provocative between men and women.
Jun Qianche's eyes fell on her collar. Her exposed skin was as white as snow, exuding temptation.
Seeing this, Mo Qiqi hurriedly reached out to cover her chest: "You, where are you looking?" Her sleeves slid down, and on her fair wrists, the pair of white jade bracelets were so obvious and dazzling.
The anger in Jun Qianche's heart was gathering little by little.
Seeing that his face was getting colder and colder, Mo Qiqi became a little timid, and softened her voice and said: "Your Majesty, I'd better help you cook the porridge! Everyone who has eaten the porridge cooked by me is full of praise. Your Majesty Will definitely like it.”
Jun Qianche grabbed her wrist, his eyes were dangerous, and his voice was cold and he asked: "Who has eaten the porridge you cooked? Has Uncle Seventh Emperor eaten it?"
"Uncle Seventh Emperor?" Mo Qiqi always felt that something was wrong. His eyes fell on the jade bracelets on his wrists and thought to himself: Could it be that he saw that these jade bracelets were given by the Seven Wise Kings? If this is the case, then wouldn't the lie that I just lied to him about not accepting the jade gift from the Seven Wise Kings be exposed? To deceive the emperor is to deceive the emperor. It's over, how do you explain it
Wait a minute, don’t scare yourself. This pair of jade bracelets was brought back from Jiangnan by the Seven Wise Kings. It’s impossible for him to have seen it. And when the Seven Wise Kings gave this pair of jade bracelets to him yesterday, he was the only one in the room. The Seven Wise Kings He Banxiang, he wouldn't know. He asked this, maybe because he felt unhappy that he met the Seven Wise Kings privately yesterday! It should have nothing to do with the jade bracelet. Calm down, calm down, don't panic.
Looking at Jun Qianche, he smiled very charmingly and said: "Your Majesty, what are you talking about! How can I cook porridge for the Seven Wise Kings? Only my father, mother and brother have eaten the porridge I cooked. People are not lucky enough to taste it. But if the emperor wants to taste it, I will be happy to make it for him."
Jun Qianche pushed her away and said coldly: "No, I'm not hungry. Let's continue studying ink!"
When he heard the words "continue to study ink", Mo Qiqi really had the urge to pretend to faint. Reluctantly, she stood beside him and continued to study ink. Suddenly, she had an idea and asked, "Your Majesty, you are sick. Why didn't Sister Yang come to see you?"
Jun Qianche stared at her and said coldly: "What do you want to say?"
Mo Qiqi curled her lips in embarrassment, then greeted her with a smile: "Your Majesty, I have no other intentions. I just want to ask the Emperor, Sister Yang must be very good at studying ink!"
Jun Qianche snorted coldly: "Shihan's ink is indeed very good, you should study hard."
"Hey, Your Majesty, I really have no talent for grinding ink. Since Sister Yang is good at grinding ink and the Emperor is satisfied, then why doesn't Your Majesty ask Sister Yang to help the Emperor grind ink! I am here to help the Emperor grind ink. It will only make the emperor feel bad. It is better to send someone to invite Sister Yang. With Sister Yang adding fragrance to the emperor's red sleeves, the emperor's mood will definitely be good. When his mood is good, his illness will naturally be cured. This is how to deal with it. Political affairs will come sooner. After you are busy, you can still be affectionate and achieve three things with one stone. How wonderful!"
"You still blame me for letting Shihan enter the palace?" Jun Qianche's tone calmed down.
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