Shen Jiao discovered that the tyrant's recent quirks were becoming increasingly bizarre, leaving everyone completely baffled.
If it's said that a wealthy and powerful emperor likes to play games like "Pulling Radishes" (a card game), "Playing Landlord" (a card game), "Playing Marbles" (a game similar to "Miracle Nikki"), etc., it's already astonishing enough.
The tyrant stands out from other emperors who indulge in women and focus on procreation, and his style is quite unique.
So, who will tell her now?
The first thing I do when I open my eyes in the morning is not to wash my face and brush my teeth, nor to eat thin-skinned and generously filled beef dumplings with fragrant and delicious soy milk, but to draw a picture of a frizzy hamster on the tyrant's palm.
Shen Jiao wanted to interview this ruthless and cunning princess to see if she had stayed up too late last night and was not thinking clearly, or if she was simply having a fit of madness.
Ji Yan said she slept very soundly.
Actually, his sleep quality has never been very good. First, he can't fall asleep, and second, he's not enthusiastic about such a boring thing as sleeping. He'd rather kill a few noisy ministers than sleep.
However, since the frizzy hamster started sleeping next to him, his insomnia has improved, which is unprecedented. He doesn't know why, but it doesn't feel too bad.
Ji, disgusted by the mess, ruffled Shen Jiao's hair, which was already in a mess from sleeping, making it even messier.
He squinted, quite satisfied. "Draw it a little fatter."
"Oh, okay." Shen Jiao was still a little sleepy.
His eyes were glued shut, barely able to open, and with his messy, bird's nest-like hair, he groggily took the pen and began to serve the tyrant.
Perhaps the tyrant disliked the eyebrow pencil for fading too much, so today he specially found a special ink pen that dispenses ink smoothly, doesn't fade easily, and doesn't need to be wetted or rubbed vigorously. It should last for most of the day.
So it seems the tyrant quite likes the frizzy hamster?
Shen Jiao had just put down his brush when he drew a round, sleek rat head.
Ji Yan glanced at her hair thoughtfully and said, "The hair on your head should be sticking up like a chicken coop."
Shen Jiao was full of questions: A hamster with a chicken coop on its head? Is that appropriate?
Open your eyes wide and look! Is this even good-looking? Do you really deserve the label of a "face-value enthusiast"?
Shen Jiao was internally grumbling, but on her face she wore the standard smile of a professional customer service representative: "Okay, Your Majesty."
Also, next time, when you make a request, make it clearly and don't keep staring at her!
She's not a hamster!
Shen Jiao is essentially a worker with professional ethics, doing her best to meet all the client's requirements.
Just draw a chicken coop, it's that simple.
She wielded her brush with fluid grace, finishing the drawing in just a couple of swift strokes. "Alright, Your Majesty. Hmm, but why is the hamster drawn a bit fatter today?"
To be precise, it's not so much that you call her a little chubby, since she's so chubby that her palm can barely hold her.
Originally, according to the tyrant's requirements, the frizzy hamster was supposed to be round and plump enough, but now it's been made even fatter, making it look more like a fluffy ball.
It is said that tough guys have tender hearts; beneath their cold and resilient exterior, there is always a soft and gentle corner.
But the tyrant is different; he is not only a powerful and ruthless emperor, but also a wild and unruly princess.
So, it doesn't seem so strange that a tyrant likes fluffy hamsters?
After much thought, Shen Jiao figured out why the tyrant liked the frizzy hamster. The logic was flawless, with no problems whatsoever.
Ji Yan explained in a serious tone: "Because she ate a lot of fruit yesterday."
Shen Jiao thought the tyrant was referring to it: "???"
The world is currently obsessed with virtual child-rearing. You think you can be at the forefront of fashion just because you're handsome? You're into raising mice in the palm of your hand, right?
Ji Yan suddenly held his palm to Shen Jiao's lips. There was a scent of ink mixed with his unique aroma. She was probably not fully awake yet, and without thinking, she took a bite.
Ji Yan: "..."
The tyrant was shocked.
Shen Jiao: "..." Are you shocked? Well, then let me be shocked.
She released her mouth and wiped away the drool with a normal expression.
I bit down a bit too hard, and the teeth marks are still very clear no matter how much I rub them.
The tyrant's skin was unbelievably white. When she rubbed it with a little force, it turned bright red. She suspected that if she used any more force, the skin would almost break.
At this point, it's time to say something to break the awkward silence.
Shen Jiao chuckled twice and said, "Your Majesty, let me test you. What can you see from this seal?"
Ji Yan didn't look at the teeth marks, but just stared straight at her, her eyes revealing an unreadable emotion, and she didn't answer.
You have to finish the topic you brought up, even if you have to kneel down.
Shen Jiao grinned, "Can you tell that my teeth are particularly straight?"
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
This seems even more awkward?
What goes around comes around, and now it's Ji Yan's turn to look at her with eyes that seem to say, "Are you still half asleep? Is your brain not working properly?"
"Your Majesty, don't you want to say something?" Shen Jiao could withstand the terrifying atmosphere, but she couldn't stand the strange embarrassment.
This is very uncomfortable.
Ji Yan lowered her eyes: "My teeth are whiter than yours."
Shen Jiao: "..." I'm impressed. This can actually ignite your competitive spirit?
If a tyrant were truly a primary school student, he would surely receive many red flowers, simply for the sake of being competitive.
But no matter how awkward the conversation was, thankfully the matter was finally over. The tyrant had mainly wanted her to blow on the ink to dry it.
Shen Jiao: "..." Next time, could you please speak before you act? Why didn't you say so earlier?
Also, in this kind of scorching sun, where you're drenched in sweat and will turn into a dried-out corpse if you go outside, the ink will have dried to the point of being completely dry. If you don't believe me, just touch it.
Ji Yan couldn't touch her, so she thought for a moment and said, "She also drank a lot of juice."
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