Chapter 80 Age
In silence, Emperor Jingxuan held Yun Wan's hand and pondered, "How old is Madam?"
Yun Wan glanced at him and said, "This year is exactly the 13th of the 11th month."
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Emperor Jingxuan suddenly smiled and said, "You are not much different from me in age."
His wife was twenty-three and he was thirty-one, so they were only eight years apart.
His wife was not born when he was seven years old, but she should have been born when he was eight.
Only eight years old.
Yun Wan looked down at her hand which was being clenched tighter by him, and she felt regretful. If she had known this earlier, she would not have brought it up.
Just as he was about to say something, Emperor Jingxuan shouted, "Jiang Fusheng!"
As soon as he entered the hall, he was keenly aware of something unusual. Jiang Fusheng bowed and said, "Your Majesty, what are your instructions?"
Emperor Jingxuan held Yun Wan's hand and sat upright, looking at him. He said calmly, "Look at me and my wife standing together. Can you tell how old we are?"
"Uh..." Jiang Fusheng was dumbfounded.
He looked up at Emperor Jingxuan, then at Yun Wan, who was beautiful and charming like a peach or a plum beside him, and his mind raced.
Under the pressure and gaze of the emperor, cold sweat broke out on his back again and again.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke boldly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I really can't tell the exact number. To be honest, I think you and Madam are more like people of the same age, at most... two or three years apart?"
Jiang Fusheng's tone was full of flattery.
In fact, he knew clearly in his heart that he was eight years old!
Your Majesty and your wife are eight years apart in age!
If His Majesty were a few years older, he could be the lady's father! In ordinary people's homes, this is like an old cow eating young grass!
"really?"
Emperor Jingxuan's brows relaxed slightly, but his expression was one of disbelief.
Jiang Fusheng nodded his head like pounding garlic, and said with a smile: "Of course, even if I were given ten times the courage, I would not dare to lie to Your Majesty!"
Emperor Jingxuan snorted coldly, and Jiang Fusheng felt the pressure.
Yun Wan sighed and spoke for Jiang Fusheng: "Your Majesty, please don't make things difficult for Eunuch Jiang. Age is determined by heaven, not by man. Besides, you don't have a beard, so you don't look like—"
Facing the gloomy gaze of Emperor Jingxuan, Yun Wan felt a sense of danger, and changed the subject with a smile, "As the sage said, a man is established at the age of thirty, and Your Majesty is in the prime of his life."
I don't know which words pleased Emperor Jingxuan, his expression softened, and he waved his hand to tell Jiang Fusheng to get out.
Jiang Fusheng, who was reborn, looked at Yun Wan with gratitude, and then walked out like the wind.
Intent on avoiding the age issue, Yun Wan took advantage of Emperor Jingxuan's inattention to withdraw his hand, walked around to the desk, opened the food box he had brought, and bowed slightly, saying:
"The tea and snacks have been delivered. I will not bother Your Majesty any more and will return first."
Emperor Jingxuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Madam, please stay with me."
Yun Wan looked around, her eyes falling on the pile of memorials on the table, and she hesitated: "What can I do?"
Emperor Jingxuan had already made plans. He reached out and tapped the inkstone, "Madam, please grind it for me."
The ink in the inkstone on the upper right side of the desk has dried up and needs to be reground with water.
Yun Wan had no choice but to return to his side, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the pine ink stick, and ground it quietly.
I was a little unfamiliar with it at first, but gradually I became proficient. I controlled the strength of holding the ink stick just right, and there was no harsh sound when grinding. The ink was fine and of the right thickness.
The beauty is like a willow, with graceful figure. She pinches the ink stick with her fingertips and makes small circles, her eyebrows are lowered, her eyes are flowing, and her hands as white as fat are pressed against the black ink stick, revealing beauty everywhere.
Emperor Jingxuan glanced sideways and happened to see the small red mole on her wrist bone, which was as bright as cinnabar.
He couldn't help but stare at her for a long time before he slowly spoke, "Madam, you are quite skilled at grinding ink."
Yun Wan paused and just nodded lightly.
After a moment, she felt a burning gaze, so she put down the ink stick in her hand and turned around to explain helplessly: "I'm afraid you won't like it if I say too much, and you'll be unhappy later."
After all, the reason why she was grinding ink so skillfully was because of Lu Fenglan.
After a rough thought, Emperor Jingxuan understood.
He sneered disdainfully: "Am I the kind of person who is petty and narrow-minded?"
Yun Wan raised her eyes to look at him and nodded sincerely and seriously: "You are not."
“........”
After grinding the ink, Yun Wan felt bored. After asking Emperor Jingxuan for permission, he took out a few pieces of rice paper and wrote on them.
Writing is the best way to calm your mind. The more restless and irritable you are, the worse your writing will be. Yunwan writes stroke by stroke, and gradually gets into the groove.
The afternoon sun was intense and scorching, but an ice basin was placed in the Qinzheng Hall. Its clever structure made it cool and quiet, eliminating the feeling of the summer heat.
The palace servants outside received Jiang Fusheng's instructions, so naturally no one went in to disturb them. For a while, the huge hall was filled with warmth and tranquility.
Yun Wan's wrist was sore from writing. She breathed a sigh of relief as she put down the pen for the last stroke. A shadow fell before her eyes as she put down the pen.
Emperor Jingxuan had stood beside her at some point, looking down at the rice paper covered with writing on the table. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Madam, your handwriting is very elegant."
After saying this, he pointed at a few words and said, "It's just that these strokes are a little weird. Did Madam deliberately imitate them?"
Yun Wan was surprised. She didn't expect that he could see it at a glance.
She glanced at the words and smiled. "Isn't the imitation very good? It looks like a copycat."
Emperor Jingxuan: "Just write according to your own style, Madam. Why do you have to imitate?"
The smile in Yun Wan's eyes faded, and she pursed her lips and said, "My own handwriting...is not grand enough, it looks petty."
His brows knitted together, and Emperor Jingxuan's eyes darkened. "Who said that?"
Yun Wan lowered her eyes, obviously not wanting to say anything.
Emperor Jingxuan glanced at the rice paper, his voice low and steady, "Madam's handwriting is elegant and graceful, so how can it be considered petty? I find this one particularly good. It is gentle yet firm, just like Madam."
His eyes moved, and Yun Wan raised his head: "Really?"
She bit her lip and asked, "Are you deliberately exaggerating to amuse me?"
Emperor Jingxuan scoffed, "The person who said that has eye problems and should see a doctor. Just because he has poor vision doesn't mean others have it too."
With his knuckles slightly bent, he pointed at one of the characters and said calmly, "On the contrary, these few strokes that Madam deliberately imitated, pretending to be free and elegant, are actually unsightly and not as good as what Madam wrote herself."
Hearing this, Yun Wan stared at the words he had written on the paper with a dazed look on his face.
Suddenly, she curled her lips, a beautiful arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, and even her eyebrows were curved like crescent moons.
Emperor Jingxuan paused, his eyes narrowed suddenly: "If I am not mistaken, Madam just smiled?"
Yun Wan remained silent, the smile in his eyes deepened.
Emperor Jingxuan stared at his wife, who was smiling a bit foolishly, and said softly, "Madam, you should smile more often."
Yun Wan was in a good mood at the moment and hummed softly.
Emperor Jingxuan could clearly feel that she was gradually becoming comfortable in front of him, and he curled his lips, his face filled with delight.
He raised his hand to pick up a piece of rice paper, but a hint of light green suddenly slipped out from his wide cuffs and fell on the desk.
Yun Wan subconsciously picked up the handkerchief and her face suddenly changed.
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