Chapter 1153 If you are fond of me, then breathe 7
This is a restricted area of the study; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter.
Song Jinhuan understood this principle.
Especially ministers like Xuanhe, their studies probably hold countless secrets.
If anything is discovered, even several lives wouldn't be enough to compensate for it.
"Come and sit down." Xuanhe stood behind the desk, his finger lightly tapping the headrest above the backrest.
The rosewood chair features a backrest carved with a ruyi-shaped openwork kylin, covered with a layer of glossy lacquer, understated yet incredibly valuable.
Song Jinhuan lowered her eyes, walked over, and sat down.
The man stood to the side, laid out the Xuan paper for her, and then slowly ground the ink.
What merit or ability does she possess!
He actually picked up his pen under the care of Elder Xuan.
She didn't even receive this treatment at the Cining Palace.
The girl was very reserved, her back taut, but when she picked up her pen to copy, and occasionally tilted her head to dip it in ink, her eyes shone as brightly as stars twinkling in the night sky.
We are hiring extra people.
The handwriting is elegant and powerful, neat and upright, and the writing is swift.
At this pace, a copy of the Medicine Buddha Sutra could probably be finished in half an hour.
Xuanhe frowned slightly, not even noticing the ink stains on his sleeve.
Thinking about dinner, Song Jinhuan wrote faster and faster while keeping her handwriting neat. When she reached the last paragraph of the scripture, a smile appeared on her face.
It's almost done.
However, when only a few words remained, my elbow suddenly went numb, and a black line stretched from the bottom right corner of the rice paper to the bottom left corner.
Song Jinhuan felt a surge of anger and suddenly turned to the culprit, glaring at him with her almond-shaped eyes.
Xuanhe's heart skipped a beat, and he asked innocently, "What is it?"
"What is it?!"
Song Jinhuan's gentle voice rose several octaves as she grabbed the ruined Xuan paper and held it up in front of him, suppressing her anger as she said, "Elder Xuan, can't you see?"
Xuanhe glanced at it and nodded. "I saw it."
"It seems Miss Lin will have to copy it again."
Song Jinhuan: ? ? ? How could you say something like that so casually!
"Elder Xuan, Prime Minister Lin is my father. If you don't get along with him, then fight him in court. What's the point of making things difficult for me?"
Why was she in such a hurry? Wasn't it to get back to the palace in time for that meal?
Xuanhe's eyes turned slightly cold. "Is this how you think of me?"
Song Jinhuan, with her neck stiff, retorted, "Isn't that right?"
Xuanhe pursed his lips and stared at her intently.
Desire to destroy the world: 40.
Song Jinhuan felt a pang of panic and wanted to say something to ease the tension.
Suddenly, he turned around, took out a thick book from under the bookshelf, placed it in front of her, and said coldly, "This is for me to copy."
The Great Perfection of Wisdom Sutra
The longest passage of scripture.
Song Jinhuan clenched her fists so tightly that she couldn't care less about anything else for a moment, and angrily threw the calligraphy brush at him.
Ink droplets stained his clothes and quickly spread.
Oh ho!
Her gaze darted away, but she said with unusual firmness, "I won't copy!"
The girl's fair cheeks flushed red with anger, and her almond-shaped eyes glistened with tears, making her look pitiful and aggrieved.
The dragonfly wings in her hair swayed violently with her movements.
Xuanhe's breath hitched, and frustration welled up inside him. Just as he was about to soften his tone, the girl suddenly stood up and ran out of the study.
He couldn't help but take two steps to catch up.
The girl, who had just stepped out of the doorway, suddenly turned around, her eyes red, and declared fiercely, "I will never come to the Xuan Mansion again!"
Xuanhe's hand, hidden in his sleeve, suddenly clenched, so tightly that he didn't even notice his nails digging into his flesh. He retorted with a cold laugh, "That's not up to you."
Song Jinhuan shrugged, gave him a fierce but cowardly snort, and ran away.
Time to go back to the palace for dinner!
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