To put it mildly, she dealt with the complicated twists and turns that she felt a headache at a glance, and then neatly sorted them aside.

It's just that what she doesn't know is that sometimes when she grinds ink for him on the side, Dongfang Che will also raise her head from the pile of twists and turns from time to time, and her eyes fall on her stubborn hands.

Because he wanted to enjoy the time when the two of them were alone, when Dongfang Che reviewed the folds, even Xuan'er and Yu'er, the two noisy children, would be stopped outside by the loyal little Fuzi.

Of course, the two children who are lively and noisy by nature do not follow, and they pull Xiaofuzi's hand and cry vigorously. Xiao Fuzi was holding the eunuch hat that was pulled aside by Xuan'er, and at the same time, he had to deal with Yu'er's outstretched hand to tickle him. But he didn't dare to scream at the slightest bitterness, so he could only suffer silently. Looking back at the closed palace gate, he sighed bitterly in his heart: "Your Majesty, you are warm nephrite inside, and the minions are about to be dismantled by these two little ancestors." Without minions, where can I find such a loyal and good eunuch? ”

Even Xiaofuzi was ordered by Dongfang Che to guard at the gate of the palace, and only Dongfang Che and Zhan Meixiang were left in the house. This work of grinding ink has always been Xiaofuzi's errand in the past, and during this time, Zhan Meixiang had to do it for him. At first, she was very impatient, and the meticulous work of grinding ink almost drove her crazy, but after getting used to it, it got much better. She was already able to grind her ink quietly and silently. Let Dongfang Che review it with great peace of mind, and then come to her arms.

Over time, when she grinds the ink, she can still reveal a bit of vague charm. The pair of clean and slender plain hands holding the ink table, under the background of cinnabar ink, it is even fairer. Dongfang Che, who often criticized the recitals, was distracted, and the pen in his hand fell a red dot on the clean and tidy music.

At the beginning, the person who presented the recital was all panicked after getting the approved recital, what should such a small red dot with unclear meaning fall on the word "has"? What should it mean when it falls on the word "of"?

It must be known that accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, the emperor's holy will is unpredictable, and a slight mistake is a major event of losing his head. The ministers were sincerely worried about it for a long time, and it was clear that they had not been discovered by Dongfang Che, but the more they thought about it, the more outrageous it became, and the more they thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Until Zuihou was so frightened that the two strands stood up, and his heart was finished.

And the next day, when he went to the court, he was trembling and frightened to play Tai Chi with Dongfang Che, but found that the emperor's meaning was really difficult to understand, neither like he didn't know, nor like he knew, but it was too much of a loss to be recruited like this. So this matter has been beating the fragile little hearts of the ministers, and the atmosphere is solemn.

It wasn't until Zuihou had a small official with two sleeves and a breeze that the piece of relief for the victims was accidentally dripped with a drop of vermilion ink by Dongfang Che, and he spoke bluntly without scruples in the early dynasty. Dongfang Che was very confused at first, but after hearing the reason clearly, he sighed and said lightly: "Your hand is slipping." ”

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were in an uproar, you look at me, I look at you. I really couldn't convince myself that this little red dot that scared me for half a month was just the emperor's hand slipping for a while. If it's hand sliding, it's too often.