Unfortunately, Yun Jingchu still said with a smile on his face: "Shu Fei, eat more. I know you like to eat, so I asked the imperial kitchen to add more ingredients to the dishes in front of you."
Yun Xiyao suddenly wanted to cry.
Next, Yun Xiyao ate the red food one bite at a time like a knife. She never knew that eating could be a kind of torture.
As a result, Yun Xiyao couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Although Concubine Dong Xian and Wang Yuyan didn't know why Yun Xiyao looked like that, they knew in their hearts that it was definitely not a sign of eating happily, but a sign of great pain. Although they knew it, they didn't feel any sympathy.
For three days in a row, Yun Xiyao suffered from the burning pain, which was like a knife cutting her tongue. Moreover, after taking medicine for three days, her tongue and throat became more and more painful without any improvement.
No matter how stupid Yun Xiyao was, she still guessed that it was the special seasoning that was causing trouble. She wanted to mention it but was afraid of being caught and made a fuss about it because everyone else was fine.
Not only that, Yun Xiyao also wanted to beat Yun Jingchu's legs in person. Although she was nominally teaching the maids of Fengxiang Palace, every time the maids tried to do it, Yun Jingchu shouted no, so Yun Xiyao
She could only practice it herself and explain it without bothering her. Of course, her sore legs and arms were not completely relieved.
This day.
Yun Xiyao knelt at Yun Jingchu's feet and beat her legs as usual, while Yun Jingchu was sitting at the desk preparing to practice calligraphy.
Suddenly, Yun Jingchu threw the brush in his hand into the inkstone and looked at the snow vulture next to him with an unhappy expression: "You useless slave, you can grind the ink so slowly. Go away and beat me for Concubine Shu."
Beat your legs, Concubine Shu, come and help me polish my ink."
Yun Xiyao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she could finally stand for a while, secretly rubbed her knees, stood up, picked up the ink stick in the inkstone and started grinding it.
However, as soon as she got started, she frowned. This ink stick turned out to be Tie Mo!
Iron ink is known as the hardest ink stick in the world. It is very rare and precious. The ink ground with this ink stick is very smooth for writing and is not easy to smudge. However, one disadvantage is that it is very difficult to grind.
It requires a lot of effort. Therefore, people generally do not use this kind of ink, and only use it when copying important scriptures and classics.
However, "Yun Jingshu" actually used this kind of ink to practice calligraphy. It was difficult for Yun Xiyao even if she didn't want to embarrass herself.
However, even so, she had to do it hard. After a few times of hard rubbing, her already sore arms became even more sore. It was better to kneel on the ground and beat her legs.
"Well, it's Concubine Shu who can do it." Yun Jingchu praised lightly, dipped in ink and started writing.
Yun Jingchu continued writing from afternoon to evening, and was unwilling to leave his desk even after being urged several times by Snow Vulture to have dinner.
Finally, after half an hour, Yun Jingchu's stomach growled. Yun Jingchu put down his brush, stretched, and then stood up. Just when Yun Xiyao thought that he was finally liberated, he heard
Yun Jingchu said calmly: "Well, after dinner, I still need to practice calligraphy for a while, so you can practice for a while."
After saying that, Yun Jingchu went out.
In the study, only Yun Xiyao and the two little palace maids who were waiting for her were left. Yun Xiyao looked at the closed door, with many vicious lights flashing in her eyes, "Yun Jingshu" This is torture in a different way.
She.
Suddenly, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she quickly returned to normal, pretending to be nonchalant and said to the two little palace maids: "You guys, go out and see if you need any help. I'll be the only one here."