Chapter 23 Grinding Ink, Tumbler
Around the time of Shen, Wen Wanyu was called to Chengqian Palace to serve writing materials.
As a beauty, she didn't have a sedan chair, so she could only walk to Chengqian Palace.
"Greetings to the Emperor." Wen Wanyu entered the hall alone.
Xie Junyao said "hmm" without even looking up. He even joked, "Should I give you a sedan chair? Otherwise, I won't be able to wait for you."
Wen Wanyu:? ...?
"Come and grind the ink."
Wen Wanyu: "...Yes." She felt somewhat aggrieved and surprised. She had thought the emperor had sent her here to "express condolences." It turned out she was being used as a laborer.
It's really boring.
She walked over slowly. Xie Junyao then looked up at her.
She was shocked at the first sight and stared at her for a long time. Wen Wanyu was embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Xie Junyao looked away and coughed lightly, "It's okay. Grind the ink."
The more you try to cover up, the more obvious it becomes. It's inexplicable.
Although his eyes were looking at the memorials, Xie Junyao was thinking of Wen Wanyu. Unlike in the past, she was wearing a little makeup today, with long and thin willow-shaped eyebrows, slightly curled eyelashes, and rosy cheeks.
Looking from the side, the pretty and elegant crabapple flowers on the cuffs make the slender and white hands resting on the inkstone look even more striking.
The light pink silk ribbon tied around the waist adds a touch of charm and fragility.
Looking up along his hand, Ruyu was wearing the white rabbit earrings he had given her, which suited her perfectly. Her hair was tied up in a gentle flowing bun, with two ordinary jade hairpins inserted diagonally.
It would definitely look better if the jade hairpin was replaced with a tassel hairpin.
Wen Wanyu had been silently enduring his scrutiny, but she couldn't hold it any longer. She let go of her inkstone and asked, "Your Majesty, why are you staring at me?"
Xie Junyao withdrew his gaze calmly, as if nothing had happened: "I'm looking at the earrings on your ears."
As he spoke, he picked up a cinnabar pen and drew something on the memorial.
He said this as if she was being sentimental.
Wen Wanyu: "I really like this earring."
Xie Junyao raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "As long as you like it."
Wen Wanyu glanced at him and added sweetly, "I like the emperor more."
You're sweating profusely, bro.
Xie Junyao paused with the cinnabar pen in his hand and said in a very calm voice, "Nonsense."
Xie Junyao appeared calm on the surface, but his small movements betrayed his inner panic. For example, he spent a long time writing on a memorial, completely disorganized. Wen Wanyu glanced at it and saw a large, red patch. It was a pity for this minister's memorial.
For example, the tips of his ears were slightly red.
For the next period of time, Xie Junyao remained silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Wanyu rubbed his wrist tiredly and heard him say, "If you're tired, go and rest for a while."
Why didn't you say it earlier? I should have stopped trying to be so stubborn.
Following his gaze, Li Dexian had already prepared snacks and tea on the table below.
Sitting on the chair, Wen Wanyu ate and drank while quietly looking at Chengqian Palace.
She had been to the side hall.
But this is my first time to the main hall.
Magnificent and magnificent.
As he sat there, he felt sleepy and yawned.
Xie Junyao: “…”
This was the first time a concubine felt sleepy in Chengqian Palace.
The concubines next to her grind ink for the whole afternoon without complaining about the hard work, but she grinds ink for half an hour, rests for half an hour, and still feels sleepy.
Xie Junyao waved at her helplessly.
Wen Wanyu walked over.
Xie Junyao took her hand and pulled her into his arms, "Are you sleepy?"
"I am used to being lazy on weekdays."
"Can you feel sleepy even when you're with me?"
Wen Wanyu opened and closed her mouth, unsure how to answer. This question could rival the world's most difficult question: "If your mother and I fell into the water, who would you save first?"
Xie Junyao's hand moved down from her back, lingering on her waist. "I have a method that can make people sober. Wanwan, do you want to try it?"
There was a lust in his eyes that was clear and irresistible.
Wen Wanyu swallowed, the tip of his nose filled with the scent of ambergris that belonged only to him.
She wanted to say, Duke, you don't have to. She wasn't very sleepy anymore.
Xie Junyao placed his hand on her slender waist and gave her another tender kiss.
Gradually, he was no longer satisfied with just this gentle kiss. His kiss became more and more passionate and no longer confined to one place.
Start kissing her chin, her neck, her collarbone.
Wen Wanyu realized the changes in his body and felt that if she continued to kiss him, she would be doomed. She gently pushed him away and whispered, "Your Majesty, please review the memorials first."
Her little mouth was red and swollen, shining with a moist luster, and her fair little face was stained with an abnormal blush.
A pair of eyes were filled with miserable mist, and she pleaded softly and coquettishly.
Xie Junyao joked: "Are you still sleepy?"
Wen Wanyu shook her head: "No, I'm not sleepy anymore." She wasn't sleepy at all. She was sober enough that she could run ten laps around the palace.
Xie Junyao let her go: "Then continue grinding the ink."
This time, he obviously did not grind the ink as seriously as before.
When I looked up, I found that she was staring at the tumbler on the table without blinking.
Xie Junyao was helpless. She was really the first one who was so careless and easily distracted.
"Be serious."
"Oh." Wen Wanyu agreed quickly.
After a while, Xie Junyao noticed that she would look up at the tumbler from time to time. While staring at the tumbler, she would also pay attention to the inkstone in her hand.
When she looked up for the thirteenth time.
Xie Junyao finally spoke: "If you like it, take it."
Wen Wanyu let out an "ah".
Pretending to be clueless: "What?"
"Aren't you staring at that tumbler?" Xie Junyao said unhappily.
"I just thought it was interesting. I took a second look at it."
More than just a few more glances...
Xie Junyao: "Forget it if you don't want it."
Wen Wanyu smiled and shook her head, "I really just think it's interesting."
An elusive flash of surprise appeared in Xie Junyao's eyes.
"You really don't want it?"
"This tumbler must have been with the emperor for a long time. The paint has even started to peel off. The emperor must really like it. It would be even harder for me to take it for myself without any reason."
Xie Junyao asked again: "You don't like it?"
Wen Wanyu's delicate features were etched with exceptional softness in the candlelight. She spoke softly, "I like it. But a gentleman doesn't take away someone else's love."
"How come you are so sensible?" Xie Junyao sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Is she sensible? Wen Wanyu didn't understand. Is it sensible to just not take someone's love? Then how ignorant must the concubines Xie Junyao met be?
Wen Wanyu's eyes flashed, "Your Majesty——"
Xie Junyao looked up at her, as if asking her what was wrong.
"Can you not give it away? I also have a little selfish desire." Wen Wanyu looked at him pleadingly, as if she was acting coquettishly.
"What?"
"I hope I can see it again next time I come here."
Xie Junyao nodded: "No. I won't give it away."
"Your Majesty is so kind!"
Xie Junyao smiled faintly.
Do you think I'm praising you? I'm pua you.
After staying for another half an hour, Wen Wanyu left.
Xie Junyao glanced at the pile of memorials, shook his head helplessly and smiled. Her presence would really affect the speed at which he reviewed the memorials.
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