Chapter 356 Why do you like it? Don't be distracted

Chapter 356 Why do you like it? Don't be distracted

Zhao Mingyan asked, "You want something vulgar?"

Ji Qingwu nodded: "Yes, the more vulgar the better." This time his eyes were truly eager.

Any jade ornaments or gold tokens are fine.

Zhao Mingyan stared at her for a long time with unpredictable eyes, until Ji Qingwu almost thought that the emperor had seen through her intentions and was about to blurt out that she didn't want it anymore.

I heard Emperor Wu Su speak and summon Li Yuzong to come in.

Ji Qingwu exhaled lightly.

No matter what it is, as long as it can be verified to belong to the emperor, it will be fine.

Li Yuzong quickly took out the things the emperor needed and put them in a long and narrow box.

This long huanghuali wood box opens and closes, and has a drawer inside, divided into two compartments.

Ji Qingwu couldn't help but open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what it was, and took a few steps forward.

She also moved closer to Li Yuzong, and Zhao Mingyan glanced at her indifferently.

Li Yuzong opened the box gently and moved the folder aside to give it enough space.

Ji Qingwu squeezed forward again and looked into the box, then someone spoke to him in a deep voice.

"Why are you getting so close? Stay away."

She could only step back reluctantly.

Li Yuzong said: "Your Majesty, this is the wax paper that Jiangnan sent as tribute. This is the only one left."

When the box was fully opened, Li Yuzong even turned sideways to let her see clearly what was inside. Ji Qingwu smiled at Eunuch Li to express his gratitude.

It turned out that the upper layer was the imperial wax paper with cloud dragon pattern, and the lower layer was lacquer smoke ink with a purple jade luster.

Ji Qingwu felt a little lost.

She didn't know what Emperor Wu Su was going to write, but she knew that her plan had failed and what she got was Emperor Wu Su's "calligraphy".

But besides being discouraged, she was somewhat curious about what kind of "vulgar things" he could make.

After putting everything in place, Li Yuzong quietly left the hall.

"come over."

Ji Qingwu didn't move.

Zhao Mingyan raised his eyes to look at her and said, "What are you standing there for? Come here."

Sometimes he asks people to stay away, and sometimes he asks people to come closer. His Majesty the Emperor is really hard to serve.

Ji Qingwu's dissatisfaction was clearly written in her eyes, without any concealment. Her feet seemed to have taken root in the ground, not moving.

Zhao Mingyan said with a half-smile: "When did you become so familiar with the eunuchs in front of the emperor? You are so close to each other that if you don't know, you would think you are also on duty in front of the emperor."

Ji Qingwu understood what he meant, and said with sudden enlightenment: "Your Majesty wants me to stay away from Eunuch Li?"

Are they afraid that she would have too much contact with the palace maids serving in the Qinzheng Hall and then find out the news from the emperor?

Ji Qingwu said: "I will keep my distance from them in the future."

Zhao Mingyan didn't need to look at her, just by listening to her tone, he knew that her uncivilized wooden head had gotten into trouble again.

"What do you want to do with Duan Mingfeng?"

Ji Qingwu immediately replied: "I'm looking for Master Duan because something happened in the clinic, and Miss Mo asked me to find him."

She had prepared her excuses long ago and answered fluently.

When she was standing in the corner just now, she had already thought about how she would answer if the emperor asked.

Zhao Mingyan said: "Do you know that when you say one thing and mean another..."

Ji Qingwu looked at him without avoiding his gaze, trying hard to prove his "innocence".

Zhao Mingyan said word by word: "Your eyes will keep flickering, your eyelashes will flutter, and you will bite your lower lip."

Ji Qingwu quickly loosened his bitten lips, his eyes fluctuating violently. It was obvious that what he said was right, and he was feeling guilty.

Zhao Mingyan did not delve into it, but said, "Grind the ink."

Ji Qingwu walked to the side of the imperial desk, placed the lacquer smoke ink block on the inkstone, held the ink stick in his hand, and ground it slowly and vigorously.

The rich ink gradually slid out, and the fragrance of ink was overwhelming. Mixed with the scent of agarwood in the hall, Ji Qingwu's heart began to calm down.

When Zhao Mingyan looked up, he saw her with her head lowered, grinding ink peacefully. A few strands of hair fell from her shoulders to her chest, swaying with her movements.

It makes you want to hold it in your hand and wrap it around your fingertips.

Ji Qingwu didn't notice the emperor's distraction at all. She found that grinding ink was a really easy job.

As she kept grinding, she became more and more immersed in it, as if all that was left in her ears and eyes were the ink stick and inkstone in her hands.

Until a large hand with distinct joints appeared before her eyes.

"Okay."

The ink in the inkstone had already become thick, and Ji Qingwu could only reluctantly put down the ink stick and place it on the shelf beside the table.

"Like this ink?"

Zhao Mingyan dipped the imperial brush into the ink and tapped lightly on the rice paper.

Ji Qingwu nodded, the scent of ink still lingering on his hands.

The ends of Zhao Mingyan's eyebrows were slightly raised. The ink she ground was as smooth and delicate as oil. It went smoothly on the paper without any damage. The thick ink also had heavy colors, as pure and colorful as she was.

He asked gently, "Why do you like it?"

Ji Qingwu briefly forgot where he was and who the person in front of him was, and said with a smile, "Because grinding ink and grinding Eucommia bark feel very similar."

She was the only one who could connect the grinding of priceless ink with tree bark.

Ji Qingwu looked up, wanting to see clearly what the emperor was writing, but he was pulled in front of him. As far as he could see, he saw a wax paper with thick ink on it.

The imperial pen was suddenly handed to her, and he held her hand and drew a few strokes.

When Ji Qingwu stood in front of the imperial desk, he realized that Emperor Wu Su was not writing but painting.

His hand moved as he held it, and after a few strokes, the outline of the scenery appeared. It seemed that there was a pavilion in the corner of the alley.

As the scenery was described in more detail, Ji Qingwu felt that the scene looked somewhat familiar.

She turned around to ask something, but he suddenly leaned forward and pressed her body to the edge of the table with his solid chest, leaving no space between them.

Not only was the back of the hand that he was holding hot, but Ji Qingwu's back was warm as well, and the heat flowed through his blood and into his heart.

Whether she is willing to admit it or not, this heart-pounding feeling will never be fake.

A deep voice reminded her in her ear: "Don't be distracted."

Ji Qingwu's palms were still sweating. She took a deep breath and focused her eyes on the wax paper on the table again.

The surrounding scenery has been completely painted.

There were three or four tea tables in the pavilion, but they were broken, the tea sets were broken on the ground, and the guests who drank tea were not sitting on chairs, but...

They were all lying on the ground, some with their heads covered.

Ji Qingwu seemed to have experienced that feeling of suffocation, and his heart was blocked.

His pen tip was still moving as he began to draw the outline of a girl who was kneeling.

Ji Qingwu had an indescribable feeling. Emperor Wu Su held her hand and painted, and a woman appeared in the painting.

He described her body in detail, her graceful waist and slender back, as if she could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Ji Qingwu quietly turned his head to look at him, and saw that his expression was gentle and the cold aura on his body had been retracted.

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