Chapter 356 Why do you like it? Don't be distracted
Zhao Mingyan asked: "Want something vulgar?"
Ji Qingwu nodded: "Yes, the more vulgar the better." This time his eyes were really eager.
Any jade ornaments or gold tokens you carry with you are fine.
Zhao Mingyan stared at her with unpredictable eyes for a long time, until Ji Qingwu almost thought that the emperor had seen through his intentions and was about to blurt out that he didn't want it anymore.
I heard Emperor Wu Su speak in my ears and told Li Yuzong to come in.
Ji Qingwu breathed out lightly.
It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it can be taken and verified as belonging to the emperor.
Li Yuzong quickly took what the emperor needed and put it in a long and narrow box.
This long huanghuali box that opens up and down has drawer boards inside, divided into upper and lower 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 came close to Li Yuzong, and Zhao Mingyan glanced at her lightly.
Li Yuzong opened the box gently and moved the fold aside to give it a spacious place.
Ji Qingwu squeezed forward again, looked into the box, and was spoken to in a deep voice.
"Why are you so close? Stay away."
She could only step back reluctantly.
Li Yuzong said: "Your Majesty, this is the pink wax paper for tribute from Jiangnan. This is the only one left."
When the box was completely opened, Li Yuzong turned sideways to let her see clearly what was inside. Ji Qingwu smiled at Eunuch Li and expressed his gratitude.
It turns out that the upper layer is royal wax paper with cloud and dragon patterns, and the lower layer is lacquer smoke ink with a purple jade luster.
Ji Qingwu was a little disappointed.
She didn't know what Emperor Wu Su wanted to write, but she knew that her strategy failed and what she asked for was Emperor Wu Su's "calligraphy treasure".
But despite being discouraged, she was a little curious, what kind of "vulgar things" could he make?
After placing everything, Li Yuzong quietly exited the hall.
"Come here."
Ji Qingwu didn't move.
Zhao Mingyan looked up at her and said, "What are you doing standing here? Come here."
Sometimes people are asked to stay away, and sometimes people are asked to come over. His Majesty the Emperor is really difficult to serve.
Ji Qingwu's dissatisfaction was clearly written in the bottom of her eyes, not hiding it at all. Her feet seemed to be rooted in the ground and did not move.
Zhao Mingyan said with a half-smile: "When did you become so familiar with the eunuchs in front of the emperor? We are shoulder to shoulder. I don't know, but I thought you were also on duty in front of the emperor."
Ji Qingwu understood what he meant and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, do you want me to stay away from Eunuch Li?"
Is it because she is afraid that she will have too much contact with the palace attendants at the Qinzheng Palace and then inquire about the royal family's news?
Ji Qingwu said: "I will keep a distance from them in the future."
Zhao Mingyan didn't need to look at her, just by her tone of voice, he knew that her uncivilized wooden head was on the wrong track again.
"What do you want to do with Duan Mingfeng?"
Ji Qingwu immediately replied: "I'm looking for Mr. Duan because something happened in the hospital. Miss Mo asked me to look for him."
She had already prepared her excuses and answered them 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 don't mean what you say?"
Ji Qingwu looked at him without avoiding his gaze, trying to prove his "innocence".
Zhao Mingyan said one word at a time: "Your eyes will keep flashing, your eyelashes will fly around, and you will bite your lower lip." Ji Qingwu quickly loosened his clenched lips, his eyes fluctuated wildly, obviously he was attracted by him. It's true, but I feel guilty.
Zhao Mingyan did not go into details, but said: "Grind the ink."
Ji Qingwu walked to the side of the imperial case, placed the ink block of lacquered smoke on the inkstone, held the ink in his hand, and grinded it slowly and hard.
The rich ink gradually slipped out, and the fragrance of the ink was astonishing. Mixed with the smell of agarwood in the palace, Ji Qingwu's heart began to calm down.
Zhao Mingyan looked up and saw her hanging her head, polishing ink with a peaceful expression, and a few strands of hair falling from the back of her shoulders to her chest, swaying with her movements.
It makes people want to hold it in their hands and wrap it around their fingertips.
Ji Qingwu didn't notice the emperor's distraction at all. She found that grinding ink was a good job.
Grinding and grinding, she became immersed in it, as if the only thing left in her ears and eyes was the ink ingot and inkstone in her hand.
Until a big hand with distinct joints appeared in front of her.
"That's it."
The ink in the inkstone had already become thicker, and Ji Qingwu could only put down the ink stick reluctantly and put it on the shelf beside the table.
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"Like this ink?"
Zhao Mingyan persisted in dipping his imperial pen in ink and tapping it lightly on the rice paper.
Ji Qingwu nodded, the fragrance of ink still lingering in his hands.
Zhao Mingyan's eyebrows were slightly raised. The ink she polished was as smooth and delicate as oil. It was written smoothly on the paper without any scratches. The thick ink also had heavy colors, which was as pure and colorful as her person.
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 crooked smile: "Because the feeling of grinding ink is very similar to that of grinding Eucommia bark."
She was the only one who could connect the priceless ink with tree bark.
Ji Qingwu raised his eyes to see clearly what the emperor was writing, and was pulled in front of him. What he could see was the wax paper on which he had dotted a thick line of ink.
The imperial pen was suddenly handed to her hand, and he wrapped her hand around it and sketched a few strokes.
Ji Qingwu stood in front of the imperial case and 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 familiar.
She turned around to ask something, but he suddenly pressed forward, his solid chest squeezing her body to the edge of the table, and there was no gap between them.
Not only was the back of the hand held by him hot, Ji Qingwu's back was warm, and the heat flowed along the blood and into the apex of his heart.
Whether she wants 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 are three or four tea tables in the pavilion, but the tea tables are dilapidated, the tea sets are broken on the ground, and the tea guests are not on the 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.
The tip of his pen was still wandering and he began to draw the outline of a girl, who was kneeling and sitting.
Ji Qingwu had an indescribable feeling. Emperor Wu Su held her hand and painted, and a woman appeared in the painting.
He carefully described the details of her body. Her waist was graceful and her back was so thin that 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 soft and the cold aura on his body had gone away.
Here it comes!
There will be two more chapters today (before six o'clock)
(End of this chapter)