"Your Majesty, don't worry. In order for you to copy Buddhist scriptures with peace of mind, I asked the palace maid to bring pens, inks, paper and inkstones." The Queen Mother turned to look at Ye Qiqi and said with a proud look on her face: "Just to prevent you from saying There is no pen or ink in your Moon Palace."
"... Queen Mother, thank you for your trouble." Ye Qiqi twitched the corner of his mouth and said to her in a weak voice.
"It is the duty of this palace to relieve the emperor's worries." The Queen Mother smiled at Ye Qiqi, then made a "please" gesture and said: "Your Majesty, please."
"..." Ye Qiqi turned around and glanced at Mo Hanqing, who was silently following him, and felt like crying without tears.
Isn't it right? She was copying Buddhist scriptures, and the Queen Mother still had to sit by and watch?
Then why did she ask the young master to copy it for her...
The palace maid who had been standing in front of the table grinding saw Ye Qiqi coming over, she bowed to her, stepped aside and said: "Your Majesty, the ink has been grinded, this is what the Queen Mother has prepared for you. Writing brush.”
"...I know." Ye Qiqi responded feebly, then took the brush handed over by the palace maid and looked down at the table.
I saw a stack of rice paper spread on the table. Next to the rice paper, a Buddhist scripture had been opened to the first page, lying quietly on the table.
I go…
This preparation work is really sufficient...
Ye Qiqi looked at all this speechlessly, sighed softly, and had no choice but to pick up the brush in his hand, sit on the stool next to the table, and then began to copy carefully stroke by stroke.
Mo Hanqing stood quietly behind her, with a hint of schadenfreude on the corners of her lips.
The Queen Mother sat in the main hall with peace of mind, her beautiful red phoenix eyes staring straight at Ye Qiqi who was copying Buddhist scriptures with his head down.
Her slender fingers couldn't help but reach out and touch the jade pendant hanging around her neck. The name on the corner of the jade pendant was almost invisible to her.
Time passed by like this minute by minute.
The whole hall was quiet.
After a long time, the Queen Mother stood up, walked slowly to Ye Qiqi's side, and looked down at the rice paper she was copying on.
"Your handwriting is... too ugly, isn't it?" The Queen Mother couldn't help but said after seeing Ye Qiqi's vigorous and powerful handwriting.
Ye Qiqi's writing movement suddenly stopped. She raised her head and looked at the Queen Mother with an incredulous expression: "What did you say??"
"I said that your handwriting is too ugly." The Queen Mother frowned and looked at Ye Qiqi's handwriting with an expression of disgust and said: "Look at you, this handwriting is so upright, but If there is a little girlish delicacy, a girl should write in small regular script."
"..." Ye Qiqi twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the Queen Mother with a speechless expression and said: "I can't write in small regular script. If you don't like my handwriting, then I won't copy it."
"..." The Queen Mother raised her head, glanced at Ye Qiqi, then looked down at her handwriting, shook her head and said, "Tsk, tsk, your handwriting is much worse than your mother's. Take a look at your mother's copying." The Buddhist scriptures, the characters on them are so elegant."
"The Buddhist scriptures copied by my mother??" Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the Buddhist scriptures spread out on the table.