Chapter 47 No One Can Surpass His Majesty
It rained the day before the Queen Mother's birthday banquet.
Jiang Shuyi was playing shuttlecock with Fang Chu in the corridor when she felt the raindrops blown in by the wind. She looked outside and realized it was raining.
Fang Chu quickly caught the shuttlecock and said with a smile, "Go back to the palace, be careful not to wet the queen's clothes."
Jiang Shuyi didn't listen, she raised her chin slightly and said: "I won't go back if I don't beat you today!"
The two of them competed for a while, and Fang Chu always kicked one or two more times than her, which aroused her fighting spirit.
Fang Chu could only prepare to play another round with Concubine Jiang. He picked up the shuttlecock and thought in his mind how to lose in a measured way without showing any flaws.
"My lady."
Cheng Shouzhong came out at this time, smiling, and said, "Your Majesty said it's raining, so please go into the palace."
Jiang Shuyi didn't even bother to look at him, and signaled Fangchu to kick first: "We'll talk about it after I beat Fangchu!"
Cheng Shouzhong had no choice but to go back to the palace. He came out again after a while, smiling even more apologetically: "Your Majesty, please ask the queen to think about what she said on the day she wrote the letter of repentance."
Jiang Shuyi was stunned.
What did you say? There are too many things. Ask which one.
Before she could count, Fangchu collected the shuttlecock and said with a smile, "Your Highness, please go in quickly. His Majesty will be angry in a moment, and I will have to help you write a letter of repentance."
After her weakness was exposed, Jiang Shuyi became angry and wanted to hit her with her own peacock feather shuttlecock. However, the base of the shuttlecock was too heavy and she was afraid of hurting her, so she just glared at her and quickly lifted her skirt to go into the hall.
This is what they call "honest advice hurts the ear". She was really afraid that Pei Yan would get angry again.
Pei Yan was copying Buddhist scriptures in front of the imperial desk.
Jiang Shuyi had been in the Palace of Heavenly Purity for four days. She approached him skillfully, hugged his waist and called out coquettishly, "Your Majesty~"
Pei Yan also had a slight smile on his face. He stopped writing, lowered his eyes and asked her, "Did you have fun outside?"
Jiang Shuyi knew that he was probably unhappy that she hadn't come back just now, so she snorted and complained first: "Your Majesty thought I was in the way, so you drove me out."
"Well, I won't chase you away now."
Pei Yan spoke in a gentle tone. He took a blank piece of rice paper, wrote a line on it, and placed it on the right side of the imperial desk. He said to her, "Copy this sentence with me."
Jiang Shuyi stood up from Pei Yan's arms and looked over curiously.
The handwriting is extremely elegant and yet has a hint of sharpness, just like Pei Yan himself, gentle, clear and kind, yet possesses the majesty of an emperor.
The line of words read: In my heart, no one can surpass Your Majesty.
Jiang Shuyi: ...
I know what he is asking.
Jiang Shuyi looked pitiful: "Your Majesty wants to punish me to copy words, my wrist will hurt."
Pei Yan asked Cheng Shouzhong to prepare the pen and inkstone, and said in an indulgent tone: "You can copy slowly. I don't ask you to copy it a certain number of times, as long as you are attentive."
Since there was no requirement for a certain number of repetitions, there was no feeling of being punished by copying, and Jiang Shuyi felt a lot more relaxed.
It is true that Pei Yan has become more and more difficult to serve in the past few days. In the past, Jiang Shuyi would roll around on the floor in the Qianqing Palace without making him angry, but now, every move of hers may make him unhappy.
Can you say that Pei Yan doesn't dote on her? That's not the case. He keeps her by his side, spends every day and night with her, sleeps with her every night, takes care of her taste during meals, finds something interesting to do when she's bored, and even asks Fang Chu to play with her.
It is really hard to predict your mind.
After Jiang Shuyi finished her sigh, she resigned herself to her fate and started copying.
The hall was filled with silence, and the sound of raindrops outside was particularly clear.
Pei Yan had reached the end of the Buddhist scripture he copied for the empress dowager, and there was still some blood and ink left in the inkstone.
He glanced at Jiang Shuyi, who was lying on the desk and copying slowly, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not chase her into the inner room. He took out a dagger from his arms.
The sound of the dagger being unsheathed attracted Jiang Shuyi.
She looked blankly at Pei Yan as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his left arm, and then picked up the dagger on the table and slashed it across his arm.
"His Majesty!!"
Jiang Shuyi rushed over to grab his hand, but it was too late. There was a knife scar on his well-proportioned forearm, and blood was slowly flowing out.
Pei Yan moved his left arm in front of the Duan inkstone and let the blood flow down the wound.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Jiang Shuyi was panicking and tried to cover the wound to stop the bleeding. Cheng Shouzhong quickly reminded her, "Your Majesty, please stop moving! Your Majesty is bleeding the Queen Mother for copying scriptures. If the wound heals, Your Majesty will have to injure the dragon's body again."
"Why would you need to bleed when copying scriptures?"
Jiang Shuyi was so anxious that she was about to cry, and she lost her temper when she spoke: "Your Majesty, aren't you a wise ruler? Why are you still dealing with these weird things!"
Anyone who said this would be guilty of disrespect. Cheng Shouzhong and Fang Chu both secretly looked towards His Majesty at the same time.
Pei Yan showed no sign of anger, instead he patiently explained: "My mother's birthday banquet is coming soon, I have thought about it and I don't know what to send, so I can only copy the scriptures with blood to pray for my mother."
Jiang Shuyi vaguely remembered that this happened in her previous life.
It's just that she didn't see Pei Yan harming his body with her own eyes at that time, and her feelings for Pei Yan were not as strong as they are now. She just expressed a little emotion for his filial piety. In the past ten years, she had long forgotten it.
But now Jiang Shuyi is so heartbroken.
She tightly grasped Pei Yan's hand holding the dagger, tears welling up in her eyes, and choked up and said, "That is not allowed either. If Your Majesty insists, then use my blood. I don't want Your Majesty to get hurt, and I don't want Your Majesty to be unable to hold me up!"
Pei Yan looked at her with tears in her eyes, his broken eyes full of heartache, and curled his lips slightly.
"No need for that anymore. I'll finish copying it soon."
Jiang Shuyi then looked at the paper in front of Pei Yan. The previously copied paper was also dark red.
Her tears fell: "Did Your Majesty write all this with blood?"
Pei Yan followed her gaze to the rice paper, then glanced at Cheng Shouzhong and said "hmm" softly.
I didn't lie to her, it was indeed copied with blood, but it was not his blood.
Jiang Shuyi cried and looked for the wound on his body: "It's all my fault that I was so busy playing that I didn't even know it. Was it a cut arm? Why didn't I see it last night? Your Majesty, let me take a look!"
Cheng Shouzhong: ...
It's right here with him! I'm sure the queen will find it!
Pei Yan held her hand and said calmly, "It's not my arm. It's almost healed. Don't touch it. It will hurt me."
Jiang Shuyi immediately retracted her hand and was about to ask where it was, but Pei Yan said, "You are playful, so I don't want you to know these things. Anyway, you won't take it to heart."
As he spoke, he picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and continued copying calmly.
Jiang Shuyi has never regretted her love of play so much.
Cheng Shouzhong has already brought the medicine and is going to apply it to His Majesty.
Jiang Shuyi took it on her own initiative and went around to Pei Yan's left to apply medicine and bandage him.
Pei Yan let her play with his left arm and copied calmly. The stinging pain from the falling powder did not cause the tip of the pen to move even a little bit.
"Your Majesty, I will remember this. Next time when we are having fun, I will come back as soon as you call me."
Suddenly hearing Jiang Shuyi say this with a guilty look on her face, Pei Yan couldn't help laughing in his heart and felt that the sound of rain outside the palace was particularly beautiful.
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