"It's also a place to sit still." After muttering in a low voice, Emperor Joan of Arc turned around and continued to look at the contents of the rice paper written by Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu didn't know it, her mind was all on the paper in her hand, and all the thoughts in her mind were related to the flood and treatment.

The pen never stops, and it never stops for a moment.

As I wrote, the ink on the brush dried out a little. Wen Qingwu looked at the dry words on the pen, did not turn his head, and habitually lifted the pen to dip the water on the inkstone. It's just that after dipping, it's still dry.

She didn't pay much attention, her eyes still fell on the paper in her hand, and she raised her hand to dip it in ink again.

Now it's all ink, moist, just right.

She continued to write.

Fan Yunxian stood aside, looking at Emperor Zhende who squatted down and poured clear water to study the ink himself, and was so shocked that his jaw was about to drop.

He looked at Emperor Joan of Arc and craned his neck to look at the paper in Wen Qingwu's hand, the ink in his hand was still grinding, and he didn't care about the appearance of his pen and ink serving people in the body of the Son of Heaven.

Fan Yunxian's eyes changed.

How many years has he been in the city of Pickaxe?

Exactly twelve years.

How many years have you been in the Zichen Palace?

Exactly five years.

But I have never seen His Majesty do this to anyone! Aya is a slave after all, needless to say. The concubines of the harem were not even when the first queen was there.

Even the ministers of the court, when they were privately recruited into the Zichen Hall to discuss court affairs, they never saw who Emperor Zhende had studied ink for.

Fan Yunxian was stunned, and for a while he was so surprised that he forgot to move his eyes. It took someone to step on him to come back to his senses.

He turned his head and looked at Li Jianzhi's gaze with unconcealable horror.

was glared at by Li Jianzhi.

He put his hands in his sleeves, put the dust in the crook of his arms, looked at the arrogant demeanor of the little slave in front of him, raised his feet and kicked it quietly.

Fan Yunxian was in pain, and finally came back to his senses. In Li Jianzhi's warning gaze, he quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and collected the look in his eyes, and said nothing.

My heart swept by like a stormy wave.

It's amazing.

This Wen Cai is incredible!

He seems to have seen a bright future.

Brightly stunted him.

Fan Yunxian couldn't help but raise his head again, squinting his eyes and quietly inquiring about Wen Qingwu, who was still sitting behind the table. She sat upright, engrossed in what she was writing, and kept writing.

And Emperor Joan of Arc next to her, her mind was also on what she was writing in her hand, and she was grinding an ink stick in her hand.

At a glance, Fan Yunxian lowered his head.

The eyes look at the nose, and the nose looks at the heart. Standing like a log.

Wen Qingwu himself didn't know how long he had been writing. I only know that when she stopped writing, she had already written more than a dozen pages of paper.

A piece of paper is one foot wide and three feet long, and it is excellent that others can write such a sheet in half a day. She's written a dozen pages of her life. Putting down the pen, Wen Qingwu let out a long breath, and his body moved, only then did he feel the soreness in his shoulders and neck.

She sat up straight and looked at the hall, and while holding her neck and twisting slightly, she suddenly looked at the things in the hall and was a little dazed.

Where is this?

She was confused and confused.

The blankness in her eyes showed that she had forgotten where she was at this time, and what time it was at this moment.

"Done?" A majestic voice sounded beside him.

Wen Qingwu was shocked, turned his head and saw Emperor Zhende, and suddenly came back to his senses.

She had been writing for too long, and all her thoughts were plunged into the official document of the flood in her hand. For a while, it was like returning to the previous life and writing a strategy for the emperor.

I forgot the time when I wrote it, and this Zichen Hall was really unfamiliar to her. The sum of the front and back has only been twice.

It's like suddenly waking up from a deep sleep, dazed.

"Back to Your Majesty, it's almost written." After Wen Qingwu came back to his senses, he quickly picked up the stack of papers full of black letters in front of him, blew the ink on his head, and then folded it and prepared to hand it to Emperor Joan of Arc.

Stretching out his hand with this pile of papers, he heard a "grunt", an embarrassing and long sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet hall in the middle ......of the night.

"You didn't have dinner?" Emperor Joan of Arc took the pile of papers and asked with his eyes picked.

Wen Qingwu turned sideways, facing Emperor Zhende, and replied, "Back to Your Majesty, I haven't used lunch yet." ”

When Emperor Joan of Arc heard this, he was very surprised, and raised his eyebrows to look at her, "You won't sit here for a day without a drop of water?" ”

"Are you sitting...... It's not a good idea. Wen Qingwu turned his head and pointed to the pile of books on the table, "Isn't there still so many books to look at, and I also wrote this pile." ”

Well, it's not a dry sitting. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc understood what she meant, a little helpless and surprised, and couldn't help but admire a little in his heart, "You really haven't eaten anything at all?" After speaking, without waiting for her to answer, he turned his head and pointed to a pile of dim sum on the high platform next to him, "There are so many things there, why don't you go and eat them?" I'm hungry, not to mention just to get my attention. ”

Wen Qingwu raised his breath helplessly, "Everyone, why did the slave and maid get your attention?" So that you can see it and reprimand? ”

She is now the big palace maid he served in front of her, and further up, inside the palace maid, and then up is also the big palace maid,

There's nothing further up.

If it weren't for the competition for power, there was really no need to please him and get his attention.

But...... Emperor Joan of Arc remembered that Wen Qingwu had already expressed her attitude to herself a long time ago, and she had given up her position.

These days of getting along with Emperor Joan of Arc made him understand that Wen Qingwu is not the kind of person who will covet power and position.

Therefore, I don't want to use my hunger to get his attention.

But thinking of this, even if he figured it out, he was still a little displeased.

"If you don't please Lao Tzu's attention, why don't you eat it?" He shook the paper in his hand, then got up and walked towards the dragon case in the middle, muttering, "Aren't you going to be hungry and let others think that Lao Tzu is here to nue dai you?" ”

"Slaves and maids don't dare!" Wen Qingwu said, leaning down on the ground, and said in fear: "Everything in this Zichen Hall belongs to Your Majesty, how can there be a reason for slaves and maids to use it indiscriminately?" ”

Emperor Joan of Arc seemed to have heard some very funny joke, "You even use Lao Tzu's paper and ink, and you still care about that little bit of dim sew?" ”

He is a carved inkstone with foggy clouds and pine branches, which is a good tribute from Longyou Road, which is rare in the world.

Don't talk about the outside, even the palace is the only one.

She was so fat that she almost burst her viscera, so she just took it and used it.

At this time, you still say that you don't dare to take the dim sum?

"That's different." Wen Qingwu got up after Emperor Joan of Arc sat down on the dragon case. She didn't dare sit still. "This is written by everyone in the morning. No one has ever said that they can eat dim sum. Where can it be the same? ”

Emperor Zhende looked at the things in his hand, listened to Wen Qingwu say a sentence and she replied, and said with a straight face: "You talk back again?" ”

"The slave is wrong." Wen Qingwu immediately admitted his mistake, quite neatly.