In an understatement, she dealt with those extremely complicated memorials that gave her a headache just by looking at them, and then put them aside in neat categories.
But what she didn't know was that sometimes while she was grinding ink for him, Dongfang Che would look up from the pile of memorials from time to time and his eyes would fall on her persistently polishing hands.
Because he wanted to enjoy their time alone, when Dongfang Che was reviewing the memorial, even the two noisy children Xuan'er and Yu'er would be stopped outside by the loyal little Fuzi.
Of course, the two children, who were lively and noisy by nature, refused to obey. They held Xiao Fuzi's hand and kept crying. Xiao Fuzi was covering the eunuch's hat that had been pulled aside by Xuan'er, and at the same time he had to deal with Yu'er reaching over to scratch him.
His hands were itching, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain. He could only
I suffered in silence. I looked back at the closed palace door and lamented bitterly in my heart: "Your Majesty, you are so warm and fragrant inside. This slave will be torn into pieces by these two little ancestors. It's gone."
Slave, where can I find such a loyal and good eunuch?"
Even Xiao Fuzi was ordered by Dongfang Che to guard at the entrance of the palace. Dongfang Che and Zhan Meixiang were the only two people left in the room. This work of polishing ink had always been Xiao Fuzi's job in the past, and these days Zhan Meixiang had to do it.
Meixiang did it for me. She was very impatient at first.
, the delicate work of grinding ink almost drove her crazy, but as she gradually adapted to it during these days, she became much better. She could already grind the ink quietly without making a fuss. This made Dongfang Che extremely worry-free.
After reviewing the memorial, come and take her into your arms.
Over time, when she was grinding ink, she could still reveal a bit of a faint charm. Her clean and slender hands holding the ink stand looked even whiter against the background of the cinnabar ink. Dongfang, who was criticizing memorials, often made Dongfang
When Chefen was distracted, his pen paused and a red dot fell on the clean and tidy memorial.
At the beginning, those who submitted the memorial were all panicked after receiving the reviewed memorial. What does such a small red dot with unknown meaning fall on the word "LE" mean? If it falls on the word "的", what does it mean?
What does that mean?
It should be noted that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. The emperor's will is unpredictable, and the slightest mistake will be a big deal. The ministers fearfully speculated for a long time, but the more they thought about it, the more they thought about it, and the more they thought about it, the more outrageous it became.
It was scary. Until the end, I was so frightened that I stood still, thinking that we are finished.
When he went to court the next day, he tremblingly and frightenedly played Tai Chi with Dongfang Che, only to find that the emperor's meaning was really hard to figure out. It didn't seem like he didn't know, but it didn't seem like he knew, but it was too much to provoke him like this.
Suffering a loss. So this matter kept beating the fragile little hearts of the ministers, and the whole court was solemn about it.
Until finally, there was a small official with cool sleeves. Dongfang Che accidentally put a drop of vermilion ink on the memorial to relieve the victims, and took advantage of the morning to speak frankly without any scruples. Dongfang Che
I was very confused at first, but after I heard what happened, I sighed and simply said: "My hand slipped."
All the civil and military officials in the court were in an uproar. You looked at me and I looked at you. I really couldn't convince myself that the little red dot that had scared me for half a month was just the emperor's slippery hand. If it was a slippery hand, it was too slippery.