Suddenly, as if remembering something, Ji Xingzhi stopped smiling, got down from Xiao Moyan's legs, walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, took out a painting from the innermost part of the drawer, and closed the drawer casually.
Ji Xingzhi took the painting to the desk and spread it on it. There was nothing else on the desk except the necessary items such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Ji Xingzhi seldom used this desk. When he was a child, he often read on the desk.
Spreading out the painting, Ji Xingzhi ground the ink, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote a sentence on the painting.
After finishing writing, Ji Xingzhi nodded with satisfaction and said to Xiao Moyan who was sitting at the table looking at her: "Uncle, please help me add a sentence on it."
Although Xiao Moyan asked Ji Xingzhi to call him Tianshu, he felt a little uncomfortable changing his name suddenly after calling him Imperial Uncle for more than ten years, so he still felt that Imperial Uncle was more comfortable.
Of course, if you change it to calling him husband, lord-in-law, or husband... then it would be completely the opposite.
Hearing this, Xiao Moyan stood up and walked over to Ji Xingzhi. He took the ink-dipped brush from her and looked down at the painting on the table. The person in the painting was exactly him. In the upper right corner of the painting were a few words written in wet ink. The font was messy, as if it had been written in a single stroke, but it was surprisingly beautiful.
It is hard to believe that the little girl who used to write calligraphy so crookedly can now write such pleasing words.
Ji Xingzhi wrote: The ten-mile spring breeze is not as indifferent as your brows.
Xiao Moyan paused slightly and said, "Bring me a glass of water."
Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you need water?"
Xiao Moyan did not answer, but urged: "Go quickly."
Ji Xingzhi curled her lips slightly: "Okay."
Ji Xingzhi poured a cup of tea and placed it on the desk according to Xiao Moyan's instructions.
Xiao Moyan dipped the brush into the teacup, and the originally dark yellow tea immediately turned pitch black.
Xiao Moyan took up his pen and lightly sketched an outline on the top of the scroll. The originally pure black ink turned into a light gray. In a moment, a familiar face appeared on the paper. The facial features... were exactly like Ji Xingzhi's.
Because it was dipped in tea, the ink is very light and looks hazy and unreal, but it does exist.
"Uncle, you are so amazing!" Ji Xingzhi looked at her face in the painting in disbelief. It was so lifelike! It was almost more beautiful than her real self.
Xiao Moyan dipped the brush in ink and added a sentence on the left side of the sentence written by Ji Xingzhi: The vast mountains and rivers cannot compare to your beautiful smile.
Ji Xingzhi was slightly stunned, then she smiled happily, stood on tiptoe, raised her head and kissed Xiao Moyan on the cheek and said, "It seems I have to smile at you more in the future."
Having said this, Ji Xingzhi paused slightly, touched his chin thoughtfully, frowned, and said as he thought, "No, I can't laugh too much. What if I become immune to laughing too much? I can only laugh occasionally, and my smile must be as beautiful as a flower..."
Xiao Moyan: "..."
Just as Ji Xingzhi was struggling with whether to laugh more or less, Zhou Zheng's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the princess and the county lady are here."
Ji Xingzhi saw that the ink was not yet dry, thought for a moment and said, "Let them go to the front hall and wait first."
Zhou Zheng: "Yes."
Ji Xingzhi looked up at Xiao Moyan and was about to say something when she heard Xiao Moyan say calmly, "I'll go back home first and leave the day after tomorrow."
Ji Xingzhi nodded: "Okay."
This is pretty much what she meant.
Ji Xingzhi and Xiao Moyan left the bedroom together. After instructing the palace guards not to let anyone enter the bedroom, the two separated in the front hall.
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